Never Give Up
September 26, 2025
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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
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?
God painted the world with a marvelous flair, With color and shimmer spread everywhere. No object is ever just one single shade, The choice of
We say we trust God with a smile and a cheer, But storms show the truth when trouble draws near. If we are scared, we
I once had a question: What makes a heart glad? Is it getting the things that I never yet had? Or is it sitting in
People will ask as I’m passing on through, “How are you doing?” though they haven’t a clue. It’s a common saying, just a greeting they