Our life is a war

  The following Poem was written when I was 18 years old in 1980. I jotted it down the first six lines in my journal three weeks before my mother Barbara Jean (Bleacher) Parry was killed as a passenger in a single car accident. She had  come for a visit it was to be our … More Our life is a war

Understanding

Understanding at last? . Understanding the mystery of it all! . To believe I can truly understand what’s outside me, Is I see quite simply- Tomfoolery. Understanding, I perceive is beyond me. Just now I see, it’s about you not me. . Understanding at last? . May the world perceive, It’s about you, not me; … More Understanding

The Refiners Fire!

Glory too the Fire of Judgment. It burns the fire of judgment, it burns. It burns away the bonds and chains; it burns. It burns the fire of judgment, it burns away the dross and pain. Refiners fire, glory come, burn away, burn away. Oh glory, glory to the fire of Judgment, sent out from … More The Refiners Fire!