Poetry and Short Verse

FORGOTTEN FRIEND

I lay in my bed listening to the sounds of the waves crashing upon the sandy shore.
Beyond the call of the waves, a constant cry rings forth. Reach, reach out unto the creator.

Beyond the call of the wind and the waves, a faint plea for remembrance is heard.
The creator of the earth calls us all into His blessed day of rest and peace.
Your prayers have been answered.

With patience and perseverance, call out unto Christ, not in woe, but with joy and praise in your heart.
Thanksgiving be unto the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God.

One can do nothing without the strength of the Holy Spirit, the gift that our Heavenly Father gave.
Watch, pray and be at rest.
Let your spirit be at peace with God, for the spirit moves mountains and your mountains have been moved.

Forget me not!......