My Poem The Spirit flows inside

The Spirit flows inside

When you shall see the Lord that final day

And He shall look at you and test your life

Will He find in your soul offence and strife

And evil spirits leading you astray?

Were hateful things you've said like stabbing knives

Unruly conduct carelessly your way?

At unclean places you preferred to stay

With devils as numerous as bees in hives?

Not so! The Son of God must see the glow

Of love within, the oil for burning light.

His Spirit fills us with His living flow,

His goodly virtues shining bright inside

And many wholesome fruits will greatly grow.

The Lord we shall see, what an awesome sight!

Miss Abigail Valkenburg (1962)

Picture of my mother's garden.

My Poem: We are waiting for you

We are waiting for you

We are waiting for you

We love you

We saw you among millions, billions of people

And We cared.

We shared your trials and your search for shelter.

We saw you behind a crumbling wall,

We saw you in an empty mall.

We care and We share Our insights with you.

Of starting fresh a fulfilling life.

Come take a bath, wash off the stain

Of dirt, deceit and blood that was shed.

Ask for forgiveness, ask for relief.

Ask for an income, you're not a thief.

Believe, believe, believe.

Believe in a new life, believe in the Son

Believe in the daylight, believe in the Word

The Spirit  has heard your sighing,

The Spirit has heard the lying

The Peaceful One has known it all.

Come take His life and

Live and thrive.

We are waiting for you and We love you

And We care.