Prose & Poetry

A reason for everything, Most I don’t see. But God has my life, Mapped out for me.   He holds my future, In the palm of His hand. And He pilots my journey, On the wings of the wind.   As in the days of Moses, The cloud, the pillar of fire. I will follow His leading,…

Wonderful, wonderful Jesus, Wonderful, wonderful friend, Wonderful, wonderful Savior, Wonderful life without end.   A wonderful mansion in glory, He has prepared for me over there. The master designed every detail, With gracious unlimited care.   A wonderful day is awaiting, For me in my home up above. A special time of reunion, Because of His wonderful…

I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning.. .to the end. He noted that first came her date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But he said what mattered most of all Was the…

A favorite poem of Lonna’s Grandmother Johnson I met God in the morning, When the day was at it’s best. And His presence came like sunrise, Like a glory in my breast.   All day long His presence lingered, All day long He stayed with me. And we sailed a perfect calmness, O’er a very troubled…