Poem…Jesus Is Coming…for me that says it all, I’ll run to His beckoning call.
Praises sing to Him, and at His feet fall !!

Trumpet Words.

There is damage that has been done; there is repair that must be done.

A poem from my schooling.

Feath has a bit of a grievance with God.

It was only recently when I sat down in a public meeting. A point was raised where a musical band had concerns.

Home sweet home. If you far away from home, your homeland is calling you. Go back home, your home soil miss your footsteps. Go back home my dear.

Spiritual poetry.

She made me feel the same way music makes me feel.

Inspired by the state of the world economy, crimes, oppression of the poor, and prevalent injustice of our times. All of these will cease at the sound of the trumpets that will usher in the government of Jesus, the Christ of God.