Wonderful

I'm going to tell you what I hear, I see,

A girl that is a diamond with a smile,

Delightful, cheerful what a wondrous style,

An unforgetful personality.

At times we do forget what we should be,

We need to ask just why are we hostile?

Miranda is joy, she'd smile all the while,

WWMD she knows the key.

I think this answers why God made you girl,

Sure we make mistakes but I will say,

You are a gift from God so we can know,

The Fathers smile, you are a precious pearl,

And when you're 80 this is what I pray,

Oh may your warmth and glow melt cold cold snow.

Your crumbs my treasure,
I shall find them and prosper,
I, the mighty ant

a hymn style poem song. I try to copy classic poetry formats...how'd I do?

narrowly escaped the fate,
that practiced sinner meet
a rough path trod but oh I hate,
a broad road wide and neat.

I heard his voice and I am stunned,
by the lack of fear of God,
but every morning comes his son,
I welcome his staff and rod.

so now the hopeless have a hope,
Gods ways astound the wise,
this simple path that's how I cope,
Oh lost you're now a prize.

Lord Jesus one I barely know,
that means my love is small,
but toward the Father you'll help me grow,
and go and grow so tall.

and when the end comes by and by,
I'll know it's just the start,
The LORD will wipe the tears I cry,
and heal my sin sick heart

once Heavens opened I will see,

the why the who the how,

no more sin great friends we'll be,

I'm with Lord Jesus now

chorus

praise you Lord of Hosts,
King of Kings,
Faithful and true,
we love you

Haiku, just put your God given goal as the subject.

I shall pursue you,
though I fall I will get up,
tenacity, me.

one thing I noticed here,
haiku:
The order in flight,
Ducks and geese each have a place,
Crows- to smart for that.

haiku:
The hawk has keen sight,
it's used to kill and destroy,
I too have keen sight.
my explanation.

...so you have a gift in some area, we as people have a choice the hawk has no
choice. We can easily use our gifts to destroy or Bring GODS kingdom to our neighbors.

a poem by me,

Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,

Not my brother nor my sister,

Not my lifetime partner... no,

Not my worst day of woe,

But it's me smart ol' me,

My worst and meanest enemy.

Haiku:

Just think about it,

Peace and joy come from true prayer,

Nothing else ...really.

a poem by me,

Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,

Not my brother or my sister

Not my lifetime partner... no

Not my worst day of woe,

But it's me smart ol' me,

My worst and meanest enemy.

Haiku:

Just think about it,

Peace and joy come from true prayer,

Nothing else ...really.

Haiku:
Just think about it,
Peace and joy come from true prayer,
Nothing else ...really.

Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,

Not my brother or my sister

Not my lifetime partner... no

Not my worst day of woe,

But it's me smart ol' me,

My worst and meanest enemy.

Haiku:
Just think about it,
Peace and joy come from true prayer,
Nothing else ...really.

Not cancer, flu, cold or blister,

Not my brother or my sister

Not my lifetime partner... no

Not my worst day of woe,

But it's me smart ol' me,

My worst and meanest enemy.

Title: The Husband The Dad
I never sailed at ship at sea,
I never climbed a mount,
I never ran for miles and miles,
Some fears I won't surmount.

I never parachuted,
Or even bungie jumped,
I never slept out in the open,
Most times I have been stumped.

My adventure is to love you,
That's my ship at sea,
My achievement is to show you God,
A great explorer I'll be.
By me