Poems from Jesus is my King
Speak louder. I’m hard to hear.
Speak softer! Your voice is near.
May I have? Please give me some.
You give me. But give this one?...
The dark grass glitters;
the frost lies like white diamonds
‘neath deadbolted clouds.
The trees stand frozen.
They creak and crack with...
The sun is clouded by rain.
It seems to tell me the same,
That in my joy there is pain
Of someone else in great strain.
While I can see...
When friends are nigh,
Then happiness is felt;
But when ignored,
The heart then does melt.
How sorrow works
To harden a soul!
Loneliness...
Paper is like a piano.
The pen is like the musician.
The words are notes played on the keys.
The poem is the finished peice.
My paper is...