Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalm 127:3 ESV
Poet’s Corner
Election Promises
Candidates across the land
Always with microphone in hand
Breathe into them loud and clear
Promises for all to hear
Promises that continue to increase
By leaps and bounds, there’s no decrease
And so it seems these microphones
Become great big inflated balloons.
The more their promises escalate
The more their balloons inflate
Until the final day
All candidates have had their say
Silence – no microphones needed now
Election Day
And all balloons go
POP
All can now see what were
The promises blown into their microphones
HOT AIR
by Anna McDonald
GOOD HUMOUR
v It wasn't the apple that caused the trouble in the Garden of Eden; it was the pair on the ground.
v Many folks want to serve God, but only as advisors.
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