The Cliff With No Bridge
She came up to the edge of the cliff. There used to be a bridge there. A nice, comfortable bridge. That could safely get her to the other side. But now it was not there. Should she go back? No.…
Category Poetry
A Lost Lamb
Following the ShepherdDown the long road home,I start to stray away,And I begin to roam. Gleefully I wanderThrough hills of grassy green,Forgetting about the Shepherd,And His love for me. I start to look aroundAs night begins to fall,I don’t know…
Matthew the Tax Collector
Scurrying to and about, Running to and fro, Lost in all these doubts, Is this to be what I sow. I’ve heard about this Jesus, But look at who I am. There’s them, and then there’s us, A gulf too…
