Our
Enemy by Ingrid S. Skibbe
The most
beautiful words stay unspoken
The
sweetest of Feelings unstirred.
A touch
lifting a spirit that’s broken
By a glance
or a kind loving word.
And so
often a small ray of sunshine
Scatter
darkness and gloom from a heart.
But! The
traitors called pride, fear and worry
Are the
warriors that keep us apart.
Children of the Promise - by Ingrid S. Skibbe
We the
children of the promise
Or this
earth as stranger’s roam.
Children
scattered through all nations
Once again
are gathered home.
Home where
loving arms are waiting
Home where
peace will grace each day.
Home where
pain and tears and sorrow
Never find
a place to stay.
Banished
there are death and sin
Banished there
all earthly grieve.
For the
Father in his mercy
Fills each
heart with sweet relief.
Happy hours
of joy and singing
As we enter
through the gate
Come ye
children of the promise
Come, oh
come don’t hesitate.
Join the
ranks, lift loud your voices,
Thank him,
praise him and adore
He our
shield, our guide, our saviour.
He our King
for evermore.
The Dove - by
Ingrid S. Skibbe
Through the
open window
Drifts the
cooing of a dove.
Bringing
thoughts of yesterday
Memories of
love.
Moments
filled with sweetest peace
Memories of
a song
We once
sang together
Oh! it’s
been so long.
Tunes that
told of one
Who walked
in Galilee
Childlike
voices mingled
In sweet
harmony.
Through the
open window
Drifts the cooing of a dove
Bringing
thoughts of yester day
Memories of
love.
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