May God bless your baby each night
and every day with His loving light.
And may your baby grow strong and true
filled with Gods goodness through and through.
@2022
May your little bundle be
a happy baby filled with glee
And may that twinkle in your eye
reflect Gods glory by and by
@2022
From head to toe and in between
A loving God working unseen
Has crafted baby out of sight
and made your little one just right
@2022
A little coo that melts your heart
A little smile that stirs your soul
May these small blessings be a part
Of ways your baby makes you whole
@2022
Invisible to all but you
A love that fills you through and through
Your Maker makes a daughter or son
God's handiwork within you done
@2022
The hope of joyous days to come
Grows stronger with each passing day
The heartbeat of your little one
Speaks volumes more than words could say
@2022
Search the globe and you will see
of all its shining gold,
No greater treasure can there be
than a little hand to hold
03/14/2024
Heaven's beauty, though sparkling bright
cannot be seen in mortal light.
An innocent child, newly born
shows Heaven's beauty in mortal form.
03/18/2024
Far past the sky and moon and sun
Great wonders made by God are there
More precious is the little one
The good Lord placed within your care.
@2023
The Father’s gentle loving hand
creates new life where there was none;
and by His own omnipotent plan
He gives you charge of His little one.
@2026
Murder is not mercy; and those who attempt to assert their freedom by ending the lives of others are tyrants, not victims. -Jason Brown.
A broken keel, a crippled man
gained strength enough again to stand.
The dark retreated back to night.
The sun claimed possibility with light.
The captain took his wheel in grasp;
The once proud sea now bade him pass.
The deep withdrew its awful threat.
The gambler made his final bet.
Who sent the clouds to hide the sun?
The foolish cripple unaware.
The gambler worried if he’d won.
The tempest broke the captain’s chair.
Who threw the sea into the air?
Who blast the canvas from its post?
The wind had stole the captain’s prayer.
The gambler thanked his crippled host.
Who tossed the faltering ship about?
Who robbed the captain of his name?
The gambler took his money out.
The cripple played the captain’s game.
But who directs the billowed waves?
Who drives the ship in storm?
The captain o’er his waiting grave
prepares to meet the Lord.
“Not yet my son” the Captain speaks
“No port awaits your ship tonight.
The way ahead is rough and bleak
Prepare your fellows for the fight.”
With broken keel the captain rose
and fast himself upon the rail
“Let Heaven take my damned fellows
I’ll not be succored into hell”
The gambler lost his gambling mind
The cripple sold his stock and store
“Take courage from what lies behind,
What lies ahead is so much more.”
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