Who is My Family
Growing from a place of love and gratitude, are these people I call, friends. But more than that, they are my precious family… Different mom’s and dad’s we had,...
Author: Marla
I love the Lord Jesus Christ and am passionate about writing. I hope you enjoy the blog and come to visit often.
Then the Lord answered me and said:
“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.
“Behold the proud,
His soul is not upright in him;
But the just shall live by his faith. Habakkuk 2: 2-4
No Fairy Tale
Caught up in a fairy tale, Storybook pages where love sets sail Waiting for her prince to come, along… To take her to, her happily-ever-after… She’s alone, cryi...
The Preacher Boy
You could hear him before you saw him. No bigger than a minute. He shouted, he shook, with all his might. Known as Lil’ Jake Bennett. Standing on a street corne...
To Life
Under the canopy He stands and waits The Lord, great and mighty… Anticipating her arrival… Five maidens come singing and dancing, Preparing the way, as the crow...
Beloved
“Lily Rose, let’s take a walk and talk.” The shepherd gently calls. Aged and slow unafraid and brave… Lily Rose, obeys… With labored strides, not giving in to t...
I Have Called You To Live
Life does not stop because we get old We get old because we stop living life… The body grows old, but our spirit remains Crying out to be set free what freedom ...
This Girl Loves Jesus
“Hey sweet thing, what’s your name? I’ve been watching you. You wanna play a game? I’ve got something you ain’t never seen, come a little closer I’ll show you w...
A Trip to Neverland
I hold your tiny hand in mine and walk to neverland Just you and me, we giggle as we go… Look mommy, a butterfly, and oh, see the birds that fly And take a seat...
First Dance
With anticipation and great risk of being rejected The young man asks the young girl, “May I have this dance?” She looks up shy, at his glance, “Yes.” Then take...
The Song of Miriam
As a young girl, I watched over my baby brother, Moses. In a basket on the river Nile. At middle age, I watched him flee the wrath of the King. As an elderly wo...