with my clearest voice for Thee alone
about the homeless people of Beirut
who are hungry and looking for food
sleep in the fields, they don’t care
but they want to eat food from Thee
they heard they’ll never be hungry again
never have to search again
as now always looking for more
Oh, Lord, never forget
Thou art the one and only
to feed the hungry and love the forsaken
Thou art the candle of my fire
I beg Thee, dear Lord
please help these homeless hungry people
far from their own desires….
Johannes 10: 18‘Niemand neemt het van mij af, maar ik neem het van mezelf.Ik heb de macht om het neer te leggenen ik heb de macht om het opnieuw te nemen.Ik heb dit bevel van mijn Vader ontvangen.’wat betekent:Jezus heeft de kracht om te sterven en weer op te staan,dit is Het Bewijsvan Zijn Almachtigheid,Hij…
My deepest condolences to families of victimsof the horrific explosions in Beirut,and to the people & Government of Lebanon.I wish all injured, including United Nations personnel,I added this with:the wife of the Dutch Ambassador and four members of the Dutch embassya speedy recovery.I pray to God that all people all over the world,Including the World…
hotter than Sylvia Plath’s oven.Never forget the traveling spouse,‘de regen komt altijd van boven’.(Dutch= rain always comes from above)This special exemplar of verse,I want to underline the worst:Today are none of these at allbetween my own four walls! !Never think I am a fool,to be happiest and cool.In this desert’s temperature,I enjoy it as the…
true thingGod’s thingseternal thingsperpetuallysacred….Thank YOU….!©Sylvia Frances Chanevangelist
I readin my sojournCrystal clear creation cutest composed cards,serving us well over a lifetimeCrystal clear creation cutest composed advised for all human beings.With the subject Friendly as a signature cardNever forget to carry this kind of card with you,this mornI read in my sojournthis amazing poem with its essencein full magnificenceI have read this mornin…
winter warming andspring senses.In spring there will be no celebrationszombie-like people are walkingNone of these deads-aliveno men would talk to me, even their wifeMy legs are proud to bear metheir un-rhyming details, perhapsmy hips were slenderly formedwalking was no problem,bit imbalanced, perhapsThese legs would bring me fameoft prohibited by beloved mumnow I never hide them,never…
