The newborn sun seared across the silvery dome of heaven

Like a pearl of fire,

And crowned the swirling skies with it's majestic presence.

Then the Holy One rested His paint brush.

His children would have to wait to see what it truly looked like in His kingdom someday.

So Endure

'Father, do You hear me?' So often my plea.

I listen for His voice, but it's so far.

Others simply hear. El Shama please be.

So Endure, when it seems He won't answer.

I will remember when He heard my cries,

Here's my attempt at an acrostic poem, based on endurance, taken almost entirely from Psalm 112.

Are you happy now Andrew? :)

Everyone is blessed who fears the Lord

Everyone is blessed who loves His Word

Never lacking, blessed are his children

Never lacking, wealth to this pilgrim

Some glad morning when this life is over

I'll fly away To a home on God's celestial shore

I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, oh, Glory, I'll fly away

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away.

'Shadows'

Glowing lights make friends for me'

Strange dark playmates that follow my lead,

Both shy and fearless, happy souls,

My clever, silent, dancing girls.

-Hope M. Visser

Tell them to remember

Tell them to remember.

The numbing cold I feel.

Dirty, bleeding hands,

That clasp around the steel.

Tell them to remember,