Somtimes it takes awhile for us especially me to realize that God will always forgive us and though I do a lot of things wrong God never ceases to forgive me. So please read & review

A poem I wrote to glorify God. Mostly describes Him flying over a moonless night...

A poem I wrote about Christians and Atheists suffering at each others hands, and at the hands of the world. This is my improved version. Please R & R!

Selfexplanatory.

A poem that is just happy.

Eric is a normal, albeit odd person. He has no friends and longs for the envy of many. His dream is to be famous. What will he do when Lucifer shows up and gives him an offer? Read to find out.Is not really based on the Bible... That is just the closest t

If Judas gets out of Hell and meets Jesus again, what will happen? I'm not very good in summaries. Just R & R!

Belief is a dangerous thing sometimes. This is a short story, inspired by Dan Brown's book, Angels and Demons. Sometimes, we're just trying to justify our existence. I improved the explanation.

This is a sermon I preached on recently. I'd like to know your thoughts! Please RR!

Just a little thing I wrote a while back describing how, often, we are too busy to hear that little voice inside...

The story of a twelve year old girl and her faith when confronted. Rated to be safe

uh, just another one of my ditties...i'll write whatever and however i so please.

This is a poem I wrote a while ago and I decided to post it. R&R, please!

God's truth founded in the death of Jesus is a message forgotten by so many people. Yet, it is a message that will continue to be brought up time and time again because it is so controversial.

A poem about trust.

retort to the da Vinci controversy... or theory... whatever you call it. .....a haiku.....

An interpretation.

Now this poem was inspired by one Xians Suck. Yes, that one person that seems to have a witty yet vile word for anyone who declares angry words about being Christian to nonChristians. This is mainly for those willing to fight for God.

Like so, she danced as though she's a harem dancer, writhing, spinning, and then she stopped. She faced south, towards freedom... freedom from the shackles of harlotry.

His remembrance stayed with him until his dying day, the remembrance that brought about his conversion, the remembrance from a friend whom he never held, cry with, nor laugh with... but whom he persecuted.

You have been lied to. Your entire lives. My name is Luke, and I hope to clear that up.

Archangel Michael is sick of being stuck in the Heavens, not allowed to fight because of the the peaceful precepts of Prince Jesus. As such, he leaves, and chaos ensues as he tries to hunt down his long banished brother.

To live out my joy in my words for the Lord, not just in anger.

I like calling my poetry personal opinion poems. This is a personal opinion. Henceforth, review to your heart's content.

A poem about the events leading up to the selling of Joseph.