You are my strength
When my legs are too weak to stand
You are my shield
When life throws more than I can handle
You are the

Finding God
Is seeing 
How things work
In the world

If I hit you
You bleed
Then I have damaged
God's art of work

My freewill

The Whisper

I hear my name whispered

in the new day's softness.

I hesitate in the shadows,

perhaps it was birdsong.

I

Looking for God, use your senses well

Stand in awe of what they tell

Existing rare in sheltered berth

A planet blue, God

POETRY: FINDING GOD

I'm told He never will grow old

The preacher says that God lives on eternally:

That if I live (donate