Thursday, July 28, 2011

Tell the Story

My friend I stand in judgement now
And feel that you're to blame somehow.

On earth I walked with you by day and
never did you show the way.

You knew the Savior in truth and glory

but never did you tell the story.

My knowledge then was very dim

you could have led me safe to him.

Though we lived together here on earth

you never told me of the second birth.

And now I stand before eternal hell

because of heavens glory you did not tell.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Summer Time


A soft breeze blows through the willow trees this night.
The full moon rises and fills the field with silver light.

Listen and you will hear the crickets cheeping in the grass,
And the frogs croaking their lullaby to the tadpoles huddled in a mass.

The night Owl hoots, then flies away on silent wings,
While the stars in their shapes make delightful things.

I love the sounds on a summer night.
They remind me of God's majestic might.

-Amy Michelle Wiley