Remembering Billy Graham (1918-2018)

This poem is in memory of the Revered Billy Graham, who was called Home at the age of 99 on February 21.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” – John 14:6

There have been many preachers
who stand out in the crowd.
Who present the Salvation message,
delivered clear and loud.

But not all stay the course,
from beginning to end.
They don’t put in time and effort,
to become God’s friend.

He spent the time praying the Word,
and listening to hear God’s Voice.
This one invested in God’s calling,
he made a life-changing choice.

He evangelized throughout the world,
but could’ve ministered just at home.
Wherever God was leading, he went,
he never walked alone.

From peons to heads-of-state,
the message was always the same.
Accepting Christ into your life,
Jesus wiping out all blame.

The man had a mission,
and would not be deterred.
He loved his calling,
that’s all that mattered.

Now his body is at rest,
waiting for the trumpet sound.
When all the Earth will give up the dead,
as they rise up above the ground.

And all who knew Him,
will rejoice in what they’ve waited for.
They’ll join the Lord in the air,
their soul to live forevermore.


Someone to Love

Do you have a friend,
who is always there?
To pick you up,
and show their care?

Each and every day,
throughout the coming year.
To never leave or forsake,
but hold you ever near.

Sticking closer than a brother,
to hold your hand in all you do.
To pick you up when feeling down,
to hold your heart when you feel blue.

To keep your mind in times,
when it seems ready to burst.
To give you living water,
in the times of your thirst.

I only know one,
who could fulfill this task.
And it doesn’t take much,
all you need to do is ask.

He knows all about you,
from beginning to end.
He is your Creator,
even your best friend.

Call His name and He will answer,
He’ll make crooked places straight.
He’ll change your life,
and make it great.

Just call His name, it’s Jesus,
and He wants to be your friend.
He’ll guide you along life’s path,
holding you from beginning to end.

The Games of the XXIII Winter Olympiad

I wasn’t at the first Olympiad,
but I’ve watched a few since then.
Competition can be fierce,
time and time again.

Countries send their very best,
all hoping for a shot at glory.
Through ups and downs of training,
each athlete has his own story.

It’s a rigorous preparation,
and sometimes good is not enough.
It takes commitment above and beyond,
and training makes you tough.

Some want just one shot,
some come back every 4 years.
Joy and disappointment abound,
causing happy and sad tears.

But just the thrill of being there,
and the parade entering in.
All the ceremony and hype,
reminds athletes who have been.

Only those can know,
how they all feel inside.
But they all made the choice,
it was up to them to decide.

I really can’t imagine,
what it’s like to participate.
But yet in my dreams,
Olympics I create.

Someday when it’s closer,
maybe I can go.
It would be such a thrill,
to be awake and know.

Face in the Mirror

Have you ever looked in a mirror,
and what did you see?
Was it a reflection of your face,
what else could it be?

A mirror shows a dirty face,
or a messy head of hair.
But that’s not the only thing,
that’s in the mirror there.

If you look past the reflection you see,
it may really amaze you.
Because the God of love is there,
always, in everything we go through.

God wants us to know and see,
we’re the head and not the tail.
When we see God in all we do,
He will conquer when we see fail.

Stand at the mirror and close your eyes,
then tell me what you see.
You are now looking in the Spirit,
and that’s the reason you are free.

We need to look past ourselves,
and remember it’s God and us.
And from the us that people see,
people will see, In God we Trust.

Remember when you look in the mirror,
you do not just see your face.
But you see our loving Savior,
in all His mercy and grace.

Talking with a Friend

Tomorrow, by the time it gets here,
is no longer tomorrow, but today.
I can’t remember what’s happening now,
I just hope the past doesn’t go away.

The only thing I can recall,
is how things used to be.
I just don’t understand the changes,
I don’t fit in and that worries me.

But I found a friend who talks to me,
And we talk about the past and reminisce.
It is good and he understands,
about all the things I miss.

I love to talk about family,
for now, I remember all their names.
And when we have a family gathering,
I still remember how to play some games.

Cards are much more rusty,
I haven’t played in so long.
I’d be embarrassed to sit and play,
Everything would probably go wrong.

There is no magic pill to change a life,
and bring back all that is lost.
But if there was, I’d surely pay,
whatever might be the cost.

One day it will finally happen,
across the earth from land to land.
The final trumpet blast will sound,
and all who know Him will understand.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
the fight for justice and liberty.
All will bow before the King,
for all eternity.


One day in a hospital,
there was a special cry.
This baby had been born to earth,
and her name was Skye.

She came from a loving family,
one that would take care of her.
She grew up so fast and matured,
it all looked like a blur.

She went to church and praised the Lord,
listened to Him and would abide.
Her love for Him was overwhelming,
the devil had to hide.

Skye, I love you very much,
more than words could say.
Maybe you won’t understand,
but I’ll write you this poem anyway.

Don’t forget that you are good,
your such an amazing sis.
To all your siblings and don’t forget,
your such an amazing gift.

I love you Skye.

It won’t be midnight…

I must be getting old,
my kids are all over 40.
Married, family, and kids,
a thing of beauty.

Happy birthday, Deanna,
it’s been quite a journey so far.
It’s had its ups and downs,
but you came through a shining star.

With age, you gain wisdom,
and you need all you can get.
Because three kids can be hard,
not only three, but also a pet.

But Deanna, you’ve been great,
balancing all of life.
You’ve lived up to all the trials,
a loving mother and terrific wife.

I hope you have a lovely birthday,
when it comes this Wednesday.
May you celebrate the way you want,
making it the most memorable day.

You’re very special in my heart,
and you have a flair for the Word.
It seems like the entire family,
makes the sweetest sound I’ve heard.

I know times are very busy,
but I look forward to seeing you.
This year will not be midnight,
when 41 becomes new.

So happy birthday I say again,
may God richly bless you.
May the day be bright and cheery,
in everything you do.