My Place

T'was in a city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, that in a city I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

My Word for the Year


I’m reaping the harvest God promised me 
Take back what the devil stole from me 
And I rejoice today, for I shall
recover it all. 
By Hezekiah Walker (Faithful is our God)

1 comment:

Joan - South Island, New Zealand. said...

Thankyou for visiting my blog. I like your word for the year posting. I hope that you will be blessed by your choice of 'recover'
as you focus on it.
My word is 'trust.' My wish is to develop this in many areas of my life.