
Day Planner
You can plan all you like—stack your list to the sky, Charting all your dreams and giving each one a try. But plans on their

You can plan all you like—stack your list to the sky, Charting all your dreams and giving each one a try. But plans on their

God’s power is working. It’s right there in you. It shapes what you think, and it guides what you do. He’s crafting your story, both

I wanted to write, but the pathway looked steep, So I sighed and I shuffled and started to weep. “How do I know if the

Don’t look at the mountain, the top or the steep. Don’t panic or pause or forget how to leap. Take the next step. Don’t worry

There once was a judge who just didn’t care. He scoffed at the people, saying, “Life isn’t fair.” But a widow kept coming, both early

You don’t have tomorrow. It’s not quite your own. And yesterday’s worries? They’ve already flown. The page that you have is the one here and

I wanted more zip, I wanted more go, But my tank felt empty and moving was slow. So I looked up above with a heart

I sat at my desk with my thoughts in a spin, My pencil was tapping, but where to begin? So many ideas had danced in

There once was a Christian who sat in the pew, He listened and prayed but mostly withdrew. Leaning back, he thought, I’m quiet, that’s true.

A writer once asked, “What should I say? Will my words help the lost or just float away?” The blank page stared back with a

I sat with my journal and blinked at the page, My thoughts were all quiet, my mind in a cage. “I want to be writing,”

I wondered one day, with a pause and a frown, Why some folks stay up while the rest settle down. Are they lazy or lost?