Two More Days
I’m suffering from overwhelm.
Jesus, would You take the helm?
There’s too much to do.
My brain’s turned to goo.
I need my life to be in Your realm.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Two More Days
I’m suffering from overwhelm.
Jesus, would You take the helm?
There’s too much to do.
My brain’s turned to goo.
I need my life to be in Your realm.
Three More Days
Some friends tend to flip
When I’m off on another trip,
But the time seems right
To take train or flight,
Since I just got back from a ship.
There once was a cat named Sledge
Who spied a glass on the ledge
He couldn’t resist it
And boldly did fist it
Glass smashed since it fell over edge
LOL
Laughing out loud from your spirit.
Humor abounds if you hear it.
Through trial, toil and trouble,
Let laughter so bubble.
Just let loose and do not fear it.
Matthew 26:15
For silver pieces, three time ten.
Our Lord was sold to die and then
He bled and died as sacrifice
In our place
In our place
In our place
Amazing that we’re worth that price
I Peter 1:7
First Peter says though gold is great,
It’s not so great as our pure faith—
The hope we hold to be with Him.
He promised.
He promised.
He promised.
Let’s not let faith in Christ grow dim.
Clean Start to Life as Usual
In Mesa, early church and pray,
Packed up our things and headed north.
A pleasant sunny drive that day,
As we made three stops going forth.
To me vacay is of great worth.
Monday, faced a long to-do list,
Shopping, laundry, you get the gist.
Tuesday, back to work, did my part
Today, I’m tired my mind’s a-fizz.
Took a nap, now, for a clean start.