SlidingA blonde girl with purple socks,Goes sliding down the wooden hall.With the slyness as a fox,She starts for the wall.Faster and faster she runs,Careening down the slick floor.Her arms spread out as she enjoys the fun,Her giggles reveal she wants more.
A Ring of GoldA ring of gold upon his hand,Years changed his form, but not his love.Tearfully she slips off the little band,Now she wears them both faithfully for her beloved.
My Dear FriendMy dear friend,I'm sad to say, this is the end.As your body slowly shuts down,Everyone's face turns into a frown.Looking into your eyes reveal,You are no longer here.No matter how much we try,Everything in the end must die.Now it's your time,But don't worry, we will all be fine.Go rest in peace,For from this body you are now released.Tell God we all said hi,And we will see you soon, for it's not goodbye.
Blindness to the AlmightyHow can anyone not see the power of a storm?It bellows and rolls, sounding magnificently torn,Flashes crack rapidly showing a bit of the sky,How can anyone not see this? I don't know why.Rain splatters mark the quaff ground below,The unceasless wind quickly becomes trees woe.There must be an Almighty creator behind the scene,For only someone omniscient would be this keen.With such a beautiful array and display,God is the only Being who could make it this way.He alone is responsible for this world and all in it,So let us graciously thank Him for it every minute.