These words that the Reverand Jesse Jackson speak so often, are very needful, and very important, In thinking of that I wrote this little poem.
We’re getting older but, it’s ok. Life just gets better anyway, Let’s not regret what’s already do… just live for now, and love everyo… Time is so much better spent,
Now I sit me down to rest, I pray the Lord my soul to bless, I won’t be anxious at all today, but rather take the time to pray. I will not worry, I will not stre…
Deep in my heart there’s a love, for this country I call my own, Deep in my heart there’s commitmen… for this country I call my home. When I needed help my country was…
The gift of God, is Christ His S… The Lamb Of God, the Holy One. So precious was the life He lead, So precious was the Blood He shed… Oh Christ! beloved Son of God.
Gosh! has it ever really been this… as I think back, I really think n… Heatwave number 1,2,3,4,5 All I can say is it’s good to be… Don’t want to go out cause it’s to…
The Solitude Of Life for me is G… He is the reason we exist, so I seek for Him in my solitude. What is the reasoning for this? I am the creation, He is the Crea…
Ahhh, life what can we say? To open our eyes, to take another… what a privilege, what a mystery to be who we are. To have destiny and purpose
Oh God keep our soldiers, as they go to fight in war. Lord have mercy on them, and the cause their fighting for. We’re so concerned about them,
The rainbow after the rain, brings healing after the pain, The sun will shine. Those feelings of despair, will not always be there,
Everybodies having trouble these d… What can we do? What can we say? What words can we say to comfort a… Where do we start? Where do we be… Trouble, hurt, pain, sorrow!!!
Martin was a leader, with a purpos… Crying out for freedom marching t’… He marched, sang and prayed, and b… and his song was that we’d all get… Martin was a man, with a bible in…
This pain down inside, seems just to much to hide, but I’m covered. Like one who’s being crushed, like the snow after it’s slushed,
Coretta a woman of style and grace… with a look of dignity on her face… So refined the way she carried her… she had a way like no one else. A virtuous woman she was indeed,
He rode into Jerusalem, to finally get His due. Riding upon a donkey, like any other a Jew. Such a humble servant,
Write, write, write, all day long, Maybe a poem, maybe a song. As soon as I put my pencil away There’s something else that I nee… Sometimes I ask, why must we writ…