Winter’s a Comin’

Firewood under stairs

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

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 Special Delivery Letter

A poem by Angie Brown, Guest Author

1944 13c Special Delivery stamp, showing a let...

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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