A song I wrote for my Grandpa. Unlike my other poetry about my grandpa this poem is about my mom, my grandma, and I more than about him. Telling how much we all loved him and what he meant to us. Starting when my grandma and grandpa first married. He's in heaven now...

We all know this life is temporary, right? But losing someone you love is hard-even when you know you'll see them agian. For my grandpa.

We all have those lowest points in life where we feel hopless. When we don't undstand why we have to suffer in the way we do. We have moments of pain, betrayle, and hurt. Sometimes we don't realize the beauty that can come out of our pain.

Kinda a follow up to "Bodies on the Sand." This time i'm telling to story from the island's point of veiw about one sailor. All my poetry is Christan but this one doesn't have any real gosple message. Just bashed on the famous world war II picture of three dead soldiers laying in the sand after a battle. Please no harsh reviews.

Todays christans don't take the christan walk seriously. We pretend to be perfect christan or just don't care. Heck, it's hard doing the right thing all the time right? Sometimes it's just way easier to do what everyone else is doing. The problem is what everyone else is doing is WRONG. It's time for us to make a stand and stop this masquade. Please no mean reveiws.

A tribute for Our Savior.

The story of Jonah in a poem form.

God has given me a sign and I published it. Please do not ignore!

I wanted to write a Historical Fiction about the town my family originated from. I am thinking of writing a sequel, but please let me know how you feel about this summery so I know if I should stick to this.

About my home-town Christchurch and the destruction of the old cathedral.

Although we are sinners, God loves us still. He gave his only son as proof of his son. Through God's grace we can obtain eternal salvation. All we have to do is repent our sins and confess Jesus as our lord and saviour. So simple, yet many still refuses to do such a simple task.

In this coming of age tale two girls who share the same name, but lead very different lives come to understand themselves and how to have faith in God. Please read and review this story.

The older brother's side to the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Prompt: No matter what, I love my brother. I just don't always like him.

jesus goes cray cray

Everyone thinks how the humans are flawed and how difficult the lives of the humans are. does no one care about the cumbersome burdens angels must carry. they are just as flawed as humans in their own way. this is a story of an angels tale and how unfair their fates can be as well. not really to do with bible but it has biblical reference. kind of a random idea. hope you enjoy.

God can blow your mind if you recognise exactly who He is. He doesn't twiddle his giant thumbs saying, "Ho hum, I wish my kids would realise I exist..." No. Just no. Welcome to my own revelation on discovering the God I believe in.

This story started out as a 500 word min assignment for Bible class but got out of hand quickly. I hope you all enjoy! This is from the woman's point of view. I hope it makes sense. I was zoning out towards the end. any criticism is happily accepted and if there are any mistakes or anything I need to fix please tell me. once again I hope you like it!

Written from the perspective of the Four Horsemen. Not specifically canon so don't comment about inconsistencies, I know they're there. Possibly some romance later on.

Jesus and his true loves face emotional trauma following a climactic battle against his dad.

Very simply, my attempt to write a psalm. I wrote this after returning from a mission trip.

Satan has decided to ask for forgiveness for his sins. The Lord accepts his apology and decides to live with him in Jerusalem to mentor him and his behaviour. But when Jesus starts to have unholy thoughts about the fallen angel, can he control the temptation?

St. Peter gives an Englishman a near impossible Quest. Larry must travel deep into Muslim Heaven to deliver a Scroll to the Prophet Muhammad. And also, Larry has an umbrella because those things can come in handy sometimes

This poem was something my mom wrote, it was from a couple years ago, but it sounded so much like me from that time. (I am not sure where to put this, but it fit the most in this category.)

A short poem of a girl that has been through misery, but over the years surpasses what she thought to be impossible. And yes, that girl is me.

Raphael and Asmodeus have a discusion durning the destruction Sodom and Gomorrah