Our World Today Through Poetry
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We all must face storms in our lives, remember God sees the storms before we even hear the thunder. Stand tall in the storm with faith and it will not overcome you. For anything lost here will be regained in heaven. I wrote these poems from the heart, based on experiences that I've encountered in life, as well as to others around me. I feel as if God whispered the words and I was just His pencil. Life may have disappointments and not every road will take you where want to go. However, I can reassure you that through faith and prayer, God will always walk you guide you. I never believed I would...
We all must face storms in our lives, remember God sees the storms before we even hear the thunder. Stand tall in the storm with faith and it will not overcome you. For anything lost here will be regained in heaven. I wrote these poems from the heart, based on experiences that I've encountered in life, as well as to others around me. I feel as if God whispered the words and I was just His pencil. Life may have disappointments and not every road will take you where want to go. However, I can reassure you that through faith and prayer, God will always walk you guide you. I never believed I would write a book, but here it is. God can lead you where you never imagined you could go. It doesn't always happen when you think it should, so just have patience and believe that what God has in store for you is better than anything you could have in store for yourself. As I mention in this book, "As for dreams that don't come true, know that I'm still there with you. For life comes with regrets, and the Father does know best." I was forty years old before I started to write books. Before that, I would write songs with my sister and we would sing them from time to time, then put them away, only for them to be forgotten about or thrown away. When my sister-in-law and niece were killed in an automobile accident on my niece's eleventh birthday, I cannot tell you the pain I felt. We were very close and my heart could not believe it. I saw the hurt in my brother's eyes and in the children she left behind. That was when I wrote my fist memorial poem for the paper, not knowing that over a hundred would follow. Since then, I have never stopped writing poems and books.
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