He he!

 Summer’s brilliance slowly fades into the distance and Autumn shyly peeks her head out. She is seemingly inferior to Summer’s glory and radiance at first. She starts small. Wispy breezes  float down from the mountains.The leaves change color slowly at first, only gradually becoming a soft yellow green. She gently urges the animals to collect food before Winter comes. The days turn chilly and Autumn watches in silent joy as young people cuddle together in front of the blazing fire. The leave continue slowly changing, the winds pick up speed. Then  Autumn glides gracefully out of hiding. The leaves fall from the trees in magnificent shades of ambers, and yellows, and oranges. She tenderly drapes the land in a thick fog, engulfing the horizon with the clouds. A gust scatters to the wind the pile of leaves a child had gathered together. Some days the sun shines, but some days the rain comes pouring down. It drips through the gaps in the trees and soaks the ground in it’s wake. Autumn peers down at the children skipping in the mud. She giggles in glee and continues her work. The rain soon stops and she brings out the sun as she strolls through the grain field. She adds a breeze for good measure and watches in bliss as the stalks wave in the wind. She observes the harvesters and their machines picking the grain. After four months of delightful labor the branches hang bare, the animals begin hibernation, and all is prepared for Winter’s arrival. In sadness, Autumn bids farewell to Earth and greets Winter as he approaches to begin his work. With one last longing glance, Autumn departs, yearning for the day when she may come again….

K’ay, so, that’s about it…. hope y’all like it.

~N

While I think I agree with what he is getting at, I find it amusing how many of his questions (and statements) contradict each other. I’ll break one of his rules also and leave pointing them out as an exercise for the reader.

America the beautiful,

or so you used to be.

Land of the Pilgrim’s pride;

I’m glad they’ll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,

Abortion on demand,

Oh, sweet land of liberty,

your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly

poisoned be cocaine

choosing to induldge their lusts,

when GOD has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,

our Nation turns away

From the teachings of GOD’s love

and a need to always pray.

We’ve kept GOD in our temples,

how callous we have grown.

When earth is but His footstool,

and Heaven is His throne.

We’ve voted in a goverment

that’s rotteing at the core,

Appointing GODless Judges;

who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer

in a well deserved tomb,

but brave enough to kill a baby

before he leaves the womb.

You think that GOD’s not angry

that our lands a moral slum?

How much longer will He wait

before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our GOD

from who we cannot hide?

What then is left for us to do,

but stem this evil tide?

If we who are his children,

will humbly turn and pray;

Seek His holly face

and mend our  evil way:

Then GOD will hear from Heaven;

and forgive us of our sins,

He’ll heal our sickly land

and those who  live within.

But, America the beautiful,

If you don’t then you will see,

A sad but Holy GOD

withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

I humbly ask for prayer for him, please bless him as you go about your day.

Your sister in CHRIST

~Hannah

Hannah aka Kioshi

I had a red balloon.

It was much like a fish,

And it glowed as the moon.

I also had a suit

With pom-poms on each boot.

It had a robot pup;

The pup could play the flute.

I had a bottle too,

That, when I pulled the ring,

It made a little “Pop!”,

And out came lots of string.

But all these things are gone;

I do not have them now.

For during World War II,

My stuff just went, “Ka-pow!”

I made this corny little poem as a school assignment, and got dad to LOL.

Thats all,