God unrolled the blueprint layed it down,
Grabbed some miry clay from the ground...
Can it be possible that God in all his mighty,
when he created men...
Minds caught young, Are
Used for purposes, by those...
As life turns the pages each day, your memories
slowly start to fade away...
Carefully he takes aim,
Understanding each shot must be perfect...
The rising tide
Out from my dock I slowly glide pushing against...
The God who became me!
God had a big problem, his own words had condemned...
I cried
for unborn children...
Open hands release
French white doves into the path...
You have a friend
Don’t be afraid little guy, you have a special...
Could you say a little prayer
for the people over there...
How is your soul today?
Have you accepted Christ...