His Pen in My Hand

Through the treetops, o’re the hills Flooding lowest vale, There rang a message loud and clear And reached each servant’s trail. ...

Two small crabs were once confined Within a narrow space, The one said to the other, “Let us flee this dreary place.” The one ste...

The Book was worn and tattered, Its pages stained and torn, The binding that had held it tight By time and use was shorn. For many ...

(II Thessalonians 1:3-5) A token, just a token, Yet no man can fain replace; A small symbol of things celestial, That we ought but ...

The fortress stood strong, the city secure, Its bulwarks and gates anchored fast. Through years of battle and endless war, No victory...

Though Your way I may not always see, Though the path may be unclear, Though Your time I do not understand, And Your voice I cannot...

 I have a little member That often brings me grief, But if I use it tender, It also brings relief. It digs a hole so deep I can...