MY PRAYERS ARE HEARD

When I couldn't see beyond this world, when I was falling down the black hole, I called out your name and you came. You are greater than any black crater. The depth of your love fills my soul and shot me out of that black hole. Your grace fills my soul, your mercy abounds, your armor surrounds me and my prayers are heard. Thank God for the Word.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
                                         THE CHILL TURNED WARM
Place your hate in the pantry on the shelf. Label it memories of years gone by and store it. Remove the wine saved by time. Dust the bottle until it looks new. The color is more vibrant and the taste, it was worth the wait. The bitter was replaced with a taste to savor. On the shelf you will find the love stored all this time. Label the empty space, filled with happiness and close the door. The chill turned warm
By Bonnie Gail Carter