Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Poem by my 13 yr old son Troy(He is the tall one in the picture to the right :))

Clouds grow tall
Rain starts falling
Gusty winds blow down branches
Flooding streams of water
Dark and gloomy skies
Lighting strikes the ground
Sky full of streaks of light
Fire blazing in the distance
Smoke billows up in to the sky
Winds die down
Rain stops
Lighting stops striking
Clouds disappear
Clear blue sky comes out
Sun starts to shine
All is calm

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Home Sweet Home

No matter how beautiful the journey
Or how much of a battle it may have been
It is always good to be home

Whether it is the glory of the ocean
Or the majesty of the mountains
It is always good to be home

Thank You LORD
For my family and my home

Your Grace is Greater
Thank You for your hand of protection
It is Good To Be Home.