http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/INSPIRATIONAL POETRY TELLING OF GODS WONDERFUL LOVE. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/713961THE ENEMY IS BUT A THORN THE ENEMY COMES AT ME EVERYDAY IT SEEMS HE NEVER GIVES UP YOU'D THINK HE WOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW THAT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH BUT HE CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT THAT JESUS IS MY GUIDE YES I AM WITH THE ROSE OF SHARON THE ENEMY IS BUT A THORN IN MY SIDE SO LET THE WINDS BLOW I KNOW...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/713350I JUST READ ABOUT IT TODAY IF YOU READ THAT A STORM WAS ON ITS WAY THAT IT COULD BE HERE JUST ANY DAY IF THE STORM WAS DESTROYING EVERYTHING WOULD YOU NOT BE GETTING READY IF YOUR LITTLE TOWN STOOD IN ITS PATH WOULD YOU NOT BE AFRAID WELL MY FRIEND TAKE THIS AS A WARNING I JUST READ ABOUT IT TODAY...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/713215LADY LOVE Hypnotic lady love, passing through melting trees. Plunders, unknowingly, forcing winter, when it's autumn. Blind, through sheets of snow, touching a shivering rose. Pale, breathing, disturbed, Love tumbles, as anxious, silent footsteps cover the rose, and lady love. kent phalenhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/713070I LIE AWAKE LATE AT NIGHT I LIE AWAKE LATE AT NIGHT THE SHADOWS ARE ON THE WALL THERE IS NOTHING BUT SILENCE NO ONE TALKS AT ALL MY MIND TAKES ME BACK IN TIME AS IF I HAD A SECOND CHANCE EVERYTHING IS SO STILL AS THOUGH I WERE IN A TRANCE WORDS, A SMILE AND A GENTLE TOUCH ALL COME BACK TO ME...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712925BURSTING BUTTERFLY Bursting butterfly, wings heavy with the past. What fun to watch her many colors come alive, Flying like a silver cloud in the wind. Dancing, Sparkling, never still, Like a candle flame burning in glory, Soaring in a direction not known to her, But one her soul knows so well....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712846HOW COULD ANYONE NOT LOVE HIM WHEN SPRINGTIME IS HERE THE FLOWERS WILL ALL BLOOM THE GRASS WILL TURN GREEN AND THE ROBINS WILL SING THEIR TUNE BEHOLD ALL THE BEAUTY WHITE TREES AND SKIES OF BLUE OH WHAT A LOVELY WORLD HE HAS GIVEN ME AND YOU HOW COULD ANYONE NOT LOVE HIM OH, HOW HE LOVES US SO...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712775THE WIND DIES Limp sails, struggling against the current, like a bee, crashing the window pane. Searching, Trembling, crying out in the forest. A sound not heard, a need unfulfilled. Looking for a clearing, some shade, a cool breeze. Ragged from lonesome freedom, to be a willing prisoner. A home...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712634ANGELS OF TRUST Angels of trust, darting from clouds. Penetrating my soul, starving angry vengeance, gray beyond years. To create a being, an old baby, old rags must be burned. Threaded webs, woven by a stranger, must flow through arteries, where spoiled blood knew nothing. Angels of trust,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712324CLOUDS AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN WHERE THE GREEN TOUCHES THE BLUE SOFT WHITE CLOUDS ARE FLOATING I WONDER WHERE TO I WONDER IF THEY EVEN NOTICED THAT THEY BLESSED ME TODAY ARE THEY MAKING ROOM FOR THE SUNSHINE OR ARE THEY CARRYING THE RAIN EITHER WAY I WILL MAKE THEM WELCOME I WILL MAKE THEM...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Riversidepoet8033/712248HE MEANS EVERYTHING EARLY ONE SUNDAY MORNING I FELL ON MY KNEES AND THERE I MET JESUS AND HE SET ME FREE HE SAID YOUR SINS ARE FORGIVEN THEN I HEARD THE ANGELS SING AND NOW I'M HERE TO TELL YOU JUST WHAT HE MEANS TO ME HE MEANS NOW I AM HAPPY HE MEANS NOW MY SINS ARE GONE HE MEANS NOW I AM HEADED...