Poems from I-BulldogStudios
Have you ever examined a butterfly wing?
Listened to a chorus of 10-year olds sing?
Looked into a puppy's big bright brown eyes?
Jumped...
The cookies in the oven burning,
The dishwasher has stopped its churning,
And the sound of the telephone,
Rings out so that it may be...
Every day I make mistakes.
There are many rules I break.
And I wish I wouldn’t sin.
But I often do, and then,
I reflect on Jesus grace.
On...
Sometimes the biggest picture,
Of who we think we are,
Is found in an illusion that,
We broadcast near and far.
We avoid certain ideas,...
To be honest,
I am wrongest,
When I pretend to perfection.
I shouldn't say
"I'm quite okay."
When it's not true anyway.
I'd like to be
To...