The Purpose Of Man ~ poem

The purpose of a man is not his own choice,

he can’t find the answer on his own.

First he must listen to the still small voice

and allow his path to be shown.

No one can tell you ”this you must do,

and this is what you shall be”.

That only comes from the Lord above

as He opens your heart to see.

Mistakes will be made, wrong turns taken

and this is a part of the quest,

but if you remains with faith unshaken

you surely will see God’s best.

What is my purpose and why was I made

are questions that were not your own,

For that was a yearning placed deep in your heart

that the depths of Gods love would be known.

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JC

~ Snow Day ~ poem

SNOW DAY

Stuck in the house with snow on the ground,

It stormed all night and its still coming down.

The temperature dropped to 20 below,

The pot bellied stove has a nice orange glow.

We sit around waiting for the storm to unwind,

As stir crazy kids drive us out of our mind.

We really weren’t thinking when the cocoa was made,

That caffeine and kids could be trouble in spades.

So next time it snows and we’re all stuck inside

With three little kids with eyes opened wide,

We’ll make better choices about what we serve,

So three little kids are not on my last nerve.

Thank you for visiting truthpressure.com. I hope this has been a blessing to you.

JC