I’ll continue to scribble spiritual sand here are wolfsrosebud, but today is your last opportunity to link up to Scribbling Spiritual Sand. Thanks for all who participated. God bless your blogs… Wings The world a wonder at my door and so I seek with folded hands; across the miles, beyond the sand to find the [...]
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April 30
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 30, 2012
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Come
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; scolding the very thought they could just come. With weak hands they tried to dismiss them; displeased to think He’d have time for infants. With knowing, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 25, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/come/
Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 23
His Return “For the world is Mine, and all its fullness.” Psalm 50:12 The cattle on a thousand hills, as morning sunlight gently spills; across the land with bird and beast. Little ones like me clearly see God is every blooming tree; He is mighty, I am least. The cooing of mourning dove all gathered [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 23, 2012
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Scribbling Spiritual Sand, April 16
But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. Luke 24:2-3 Bleeding Hearts What grows near the empty cave where sweet Jesus once did lay; large, rough stone now rolled away? Tears of man glide on the wind. Did bloom [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 16, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/scribbling-spiritual-sand-april-16/
The Wind?
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project I’ve stared and stared at scraggly trees, while leaves flutter as twinkling stars. I’ve wondered where comes the soft breeze? Where did it start, I do not know? It twists my hair as dancing [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012
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Wishbone
April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project; a bit of a sensitive issue today, none-the-less part of life. Yes, Jesus loves me… this I know. Daddy where did you need to go? Mom’s always crying don’t you know? Me and brother [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 12, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/12/wishbone/
A Child’s Easter Poem
Little child upon His knee… We open the Easter book her fingers turn the page, she sees the hate and rage “They really hurt Him, look…” Little child upon His knee… “What is the wooden cross?” Her golden tresses tumble… “It’s where He died I mumble.” She smiles gladly… “He’s the boss!” Little child upon [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on April 7, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/04/07/a-childs-easter-poem/
Scribbling Spiritual Sand, March 19
An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who causes shame is like rottenness in his bones. Proverbs 12:4 The Crown He doesn’t understand what I say. I have a voice too, you know! Can’t he listen to me and my ideas? When is it my turn to be first? Questions flood, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on March 19, 2012
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A Tradition…
There’s a buzz in the air, as the last of the day’s sun slowly settles the horizon. Streets are littered with small town people waiting… Lord, it’ll be different this year. Help me to survive change. No snow is setting the scene, but that’s okay it’s still early November. Murmurs of thankfulness are soon to [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 17, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/17/a-tradition/
Season of Loss
As autumn tosses its head fling flip flick is my life hung in a tangled mess or resting in the tender arms of Jesus Christ? Sun rises later as color speckles streaks splashes against a new day; though death still visits a loved one gone. Loss has no season… Happy times have vanished mislaid misplaced [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 15, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/season-of-loss/
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