My Pie I Am Baking
My Pie I Am Baking
History in the making had been breath-taking
Got up each day and my bed was making
While waiting for what may come this way
Then to the Lord prayers started to say
He helped me with my pie I am baking.
Only Good Things
Each morning will welcome gladly
Others did things so very sadly
Am sure that everyone does know
In heaven only good things grow
In need of Lord's love I am badly.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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