Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
There's a time for every season,
sorrowing when death gives its' call,
a reality of living that eventually come to all.
But unless one dies to themselves,
it's a life never lived; a life with selfishness,
a heart that never learned to give.
The things we held on to, we thought we couldn't live without;
were the very lies Satan fed us,
to keep us trapped in death's cloud.
© 2002 by Joyce C. Lock