Poetic Gem

  Little by Little the fowl drink it's water I don't have it all but my hopes I do keep Hoping that some day into great fortune I'll leap Day and night presenting my petition before the alter One step at a time l work with all my might Giving all it takes in my prime Hoping the end of the tunnel will receive me with light But the more effort I put The more sweat I scoop From my forehead onto my boots My pity self, misery do not want to look I am no Longer at ease My hopes are being held in a leash Controlled by the powers that be Stinging me without mercy like a busy bee Oh! When shall I look forward to a relieve From this torment like one who's bereaved In Hard work and optimism I do believe But this seems never to be ending soon My aspirations seems to be shrouded to my doom  This isn't just right I Just want to be free and soar like a kite Free and without limitation Is this too much to ask Especially when the system is full of imitation May God grant me all the ...

Nat and Pat, the dearest of friends Their bond so strong it never bends Two peas in a pod, they are always together Come rain or shine, they don't mind the  weather They met when they were just small In the playground, they stood tall Their giggles and laughter filled the air A friendship so pure, so rare Nat loves to sing, Pat loves to dance Their talents complement each other, it's  like a chance To always have someone to share with Their dreams, their fears, their every myth Nat and Pat, they grow up fast But their friendship forever lasts Through high school and college too Their love for each other always grew Now adults, they're still going strong Their friendship truly can't be wrong Nat and Pat, the dearest of friends Their bond so strong, it never ends.

Husbands, if you’ve ever thought,  “I just can’t figure her out”  maybe this can be a launching pad to deeper conversations with your spouse. I remember watching "What Women Want" not long after its release in 2001. The  movie chronicles a man, Nick Marshall, who receives a fresh perspective on  women after a fluke accident. And by “fresh perspective,” I mean he has the  ability to read women’s minds. Sounds fascinating, right? I thought so too. Then I watched the movie. Don’t get me wrong, I laughed quite often. But I was also terrified. I left  the theater with one of those “I just saw a ghost” looks. Totally dazed and  confused. For like two hours, I vowed never to date a woman again. I would be  single the rest of my life, maybe become a monk or something. Singleness would  be easier than trying to figure out a woman. Fast forward 15 years. I’ve been married to an amazing woman for over 6 years,  we have two children, and our marriag...

  Upon the cross, our Savior bore The weight of sins we can't ignore He suffered wounds and shed His blood To save us all, the Lamb of God The crown of thorns upon His head His body beaten, torn, and bled He cried out "Father, forgive" As all of heaven seemed to grieve Betrayed and judged by selfish men Abandoned by His closest friends He bore it all with perfect grace Until His final breath released The earth grew dark, the veil was torn As heaven wept for all He'd borne The Son of God, the sacrifice Who paid the price and gave us life We take the bread, we drink the wine Remembering His love divine For in His death, our hope is found Our sins forgiven, our souls unbound Oh wondrous cross, oh precious blood Without His death, there is no love We praise You, Christ, our risen King Forevermore, our hearts will sing.

  Palm Sunday, a day so divine, The crowds gather to worship and shine. Hosanna! Hosanna! The people cry, As Jesus enters, riding by. With palms in hand, they wave and cheer, A king they see, so strong and near. Their hearts are filled with joy and hope, As they follow Him up the slope. A humble man, our Savior goes, The Son of God, who bears our woes. He comes to bear the sins of the world, So we can be forever unfurled. On this day, we recall His love, His sacrifice, and our lives He does move. May we embrace His gift so pure, To live with Him evermore. Palm Sunday, a day of praise, Our hearts are lifted, our voices raise. Hosanna! Hosanna! We sing, As we welcome the King of kings.