Winter’s a Comin’
A Poem by Angie Brown, Guest Author
The apples are picked
Potatoes dug
The leaves all raked
And the wood all lugged.
The storm sash set in
Woolens brought out
The quilts repaired
For winter’s long bout.
Shovels are ready
Car anti-freezed
Fam’ly prepared
For Winter’s cold breeze.
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OLD HANDS
by Angie Brown, Guest Author
“What awful-looking hands you have.”
Those words were said to me.
Oh, yes, they’re wrinkled, stiff and gnarled.
Not pretty, I’ll agree.
These hands have peeled and scrubbed and loved,
they’re raised in prayer and praise.
Be sure, that when I’ve reached my goal,
I’ll raise them lovely, whole
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A Special Delivery Letter
A poem by Angie Brown, Guest Author
What kind of sister would I be,
Had I within my pow’r,
A wand to strike and shed some light,
Before the ‘leventh hour?
What is my wand? ‘Tis words and prayers
For ones I hold so dear,
For time is racing oh so fast,
Mounting, my human fear.
Are my beloved siblings all
Safely enclosed and stayed,
Within the arms of love and truth
Of Him, the One who paid?
What kind of sister would I be,
If ne’er I said one word,
Or gave a thought of care for mine
Of Jesus, Savior, Lord?
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