
He speaks to me
In my infirmity
Feebleness
Shall not reign
I am fresh and flourishing
As His Strength triumphs
Shadorma
They shall still bear fruit in old age;
They shall be fresh and flourishing,
Psalm 92:14 KJV

He speaks to me
In my infirmity
Feebleness
Shall not reign
I am fresh and flourishing
As His Strength triumphs
Shadorma
They shall still bear fruit in old age;
They shall be fresh and flourishing,
Psalm 92:14 KJV

Standing tall wherever I am
Monoku

Never stop praying. 1Thessalonians 5:17 NLT
[NaPoWriMo–Day 8] [April 2014 PAD Challenge–Day 8–Peaceful poem]
Fall’s entrance was dramatic!
She certainly let us know she had arrived!
Gusts of wind and drops of rain quite climatic,
Showed us Fall had been revived.
She continued most of the day,
Her rampant weather to bestow,
And then summer jumped Into the fray
With a beautiful sunny rainbow!
But summer had to leave at last,
For her days are now all done.
And Fall returned with a chilly blast,
As her reign officially begun.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-22-13
First Day of Fall 2013