No Price for His Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than we can truly understand that there is no price for his love God freely giving all that I ...
Poems about dad (31 Poems)
No Longer Questioning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Accepting the calling of God the spirit's guidance for my life living, believing the prophet's words the ancient truths of ...
For Glory (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bound for glory our home in heaven assured of rest at the end of our journey A new creation like ...
New Each Season (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our ability to witness to share the good news of Christ new creations in him new each season of the ...
Living in the Lord’s House (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Any room would do my wish, my prayer living in the Lord's house walking with him coming home to him ...
Turn to Him (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we turn to him trusting in the Lord no reason to fear he is our protection he is our ...
Clothed in the Fabric of Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Beautiful colored fabric made by the impeccable artisan clothing ourselves in the fabric of love walking dressed in God Love ...
Out of Love Given (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the love given Christ come into the world God's grace, his mercy Our response, out of our gratitude ...
Clothed in Virtues (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We must be, living our lives clothed in virtues living out a life worthy of his name humbly walking in ...
Putting on Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A garment of virtues the grace of God given putting on Christ to guide our way Mercy as he showed ...
Clothed in Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wearing the gifts grace of our savior clothed in love all of our days able to give, to care for ...
A Suit of Virtues (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Putting on Christ, clothed in love wearing, always a suit of virtues of mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, patience all of ...
Cheesy Eggs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Breakfast was dad's cheesy eggs that was the urgent request when I posed the question of what they wanted to ...
After the Chaos (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the chaos, the blizzard of wrapping, boxes, bows toys and games and clothes being torn from their slumber the ...
Hands in the Air (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I couldn't see whether they were for a boy or a girl never had that chance all I saw was ...
Comet Kohotek (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
Dad’s Face (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I saw Dad's Face In your face Last weekend In your yard I at the ready To lend a hand ...
Adam Asked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adam asked About Dad and what he did Saturday night. An interest In his family In a grandfather Gone since ...
Gage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little man Newly five years old Devil in your blue eyes, Sly smile and infectious laugh Sharing candy with me, ...
Hair Cut (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
Sunapee Street (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
To the Park (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Here they are, the giggle sisters Mischief and Mayhem (along with their older sister Chaos) on the way to play ...
To a Usurper (Eugene Field Poem)
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
Albert and His Savings (Marriott Edgar Poem)
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
Albert Down Under (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
With No Experience In Such Matters (Stephen Dunn Poem)
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
Tickets to the game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
Courage is a motherless lamb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...