Pictures in the Clouds

What is that, up in the sky?
Shimmering from the sun's light?

Floating in a sea of atmosphere?
Can I touch it, for it seems so near?

A dog, maybe. No wait! A cat!
Chasing some yarn, or maybe a rat!

And there is a lion, so big and fierce!
With a golden mane flowing 'round his ears!

And next to him, there stands a deer,
panting to get a drink by the pier.

His tongue laps out so gracefully,
As he lifts his head and bends his knee.

And then, in all of his majesty,
A mighty whale skims across the sea!

The King of the Ocean is what he is called,
We called him something else, and he balled!

So many wonderful shapes to see!
They are magnificent to me!

So, oh! How hard it is to bear!
That all I'm looking at is air!

God's Gift

Writing is not just words
Plastered onto a page.
Nor is it a recipe
On how to live your days.
 Writing is imagination
 Using your God-given brain.
It's recording your thoughts and feelings
And pouring them out like rain.
 Grab a pencil, real sharp
And fill each line, every row.
 Although it's jumbled now
 Your story,in time will be a rainbow.
 Kings, Queens, Knights, elfs,
 And fairies from other realms.
 Maybe a book on flowers and plants
Oaks, willows,and elms.
 Now all of your jumbled-up thoughts
Are begging to unfold.
 Instead of looking rough,
 It's starting to sparkle like gold.
 And when you're done it's time
 To look over everything 
And make sure your words fit together
That they harmonize when they sing.
 Isn't it just amazing, that God In His splendor and might,
 Among many gifts, gave us The ability to write?

At the Cross

When my tears number more than the hairs on my head

And my guilt leads me to a train of dread

I lift up my head and I see

The power of the cross standing before me

When I do not feel like going on

And the hope I once had is suddenly gone

My eyes rest upon a solid figure

That restores my peace and my strength forever

When lies pile up like echoes inside

And I can't find anywhere to hide

I find my strength and solid shield

He's called my name and I will yield

When sin is pounding on my door

And my faith is lying on the floor

I remember the truth that sets me free

The man who gave His life for me

Now I bend a knee to you, my King

And in humility open my hands

They're open and ready for everything

And my feet to walk in different lands

So at the cross I am humbled

At the cross I am renewed

At the cross I 'm befuddled

And so in awe of You

Thanks for the love You've given me

And everything else I see

But the greatest gift you gave to me

When when you set me free