Children's prayers are pure,
They sparkle in the night,
They're weightless in the air
traveling to heaven's door
sincere as morning light.
Collected by God
for comfort and cure
priceless,
Children's prayers are pure.

Mary has my heart,
the angels have my soul,
the saints have my mind
but Christ has my whole.

Someone asked
what's in my head
I paused
and then I softly said
some days a poem
some days a song,
but then I suddenly
realized
that prayers
are what I've memorized
and with a prayer
your mind can
feel
that love
from songs
and poems
is real,
so these I
keep inside
my mind
so that I
will always find
that God alone
will suffice
and I will
not have to
think twice.

We are a snow cone
people.
when it gets hot,
broiling and burning
we strive to be not.
so icy and freezing
we crave a lot.
Snow ball
shaved ice
is good when
it's hot.

In God's garden
where we grow
side by side
row by row,
He waters our
souls with love,
sprinkles from
up above
provide relief
for flowering hearts
where blooms of peace
and joy start
in God's garden
where we grow
side by side
row by row.

To see, to touch, to feel
to hear
can heighten or
relieve our fear,
but fear is faith
turned
upside down
and God remains
the common ground.