Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Journal of Stories, Thoughts, and Poems.

  Psalm 81:3 "Blow the trumpet at the New Moon, at the full moon, on our feast day." Trumpet A trumpet sounds: A royal din: Our long-awaited Groom steps in. A joyful wedding  song now plays and we will love Him all our days. *** End Times Tales: Every Little Bit Counts. Lisa's father pointed his teaspoon in her direction as his brows drew together gloomily. "What's the point? There are masses of lost people in the city. What can one girl do? Besides," he added more gently. I don't want you getting hurt. People are just plain mean these days." He waved the spoon as Lisa quietly placed her books in her backpack. "It's not the old days anymore. Just like the Bible says, people are proud and boastful; scoffers, arrogant..." "I know, Dad, but I have to try. It's what Jesus wants me to do. There's so little time left before the Rapture." "Like shovelling sand with a teaspoon." Her Dad grumbled. Lisa shook her head...

  Hope Blooms Hope Blooms A Poetry Collection by Alison Lawrence. Introduction This collection is all about hope and healing. And yes, there is joy too. Even in the fire, hope can bloom if you let Jesus comfort you. There will be splashes of joy, and hope will never fade. *** Hope Blooms His peace and love will reign  where missiles brutal fell As Zion blooms again  and Jesus makes all well *** Garlands Garlands of bright sunshine decorate my gate: Gentle, happy faces, His love now radiate *** Hiding Place As troubles now surround us, the way before is clear: I know that You will hide us; there is no need to fear. For when the skies grow darker still: You'll draw us to Your side; Through the clouds we'll fly away: to Your sweet love we'll ride *** Pray! So many people need our prayers: They need to feel that someone cares They need to know Lord Jesus too, be healed and drawn, be made brand new I think of all the suffering ones, held hostage, hurt by men with guns Some are...