Tags GLORY
What Does it MeanA Chapter by Not A WriterA song describing the desire in wanting to glorify God. |
Out of This WorldA Poem by Cherry ChapstickI was sad. I was sick of relying on myself to get out of hard situations and miserable life. So I wanted to get back to God. |
Nature's AgendaA Chapter by Not A WriterNature described in a religious sort of way. Pictures are included. |
Great White WaterfallA Poem by Richard WilliamsTribute to a waterfall. |
And let us meet the morn.A Poem by C.Tried to make fun of my classmates through this... not sure if it worked. |
Old WorldA Poem by lily platycornThis is a poem I wrote a couple of months ago... My favorite line is 'As she was so many dragon ages ago'. Please tell what your favorite line is. |
Charge of the ValiantA Poem by Alex W"They rode out into the sun; all of them dead, one by one......." |
In the middle of the tunnelA Poem by Angel BirdDear Humanity Destruction the name of thy trail Mindless, unaware and even frail Taking pride in mountains of waste Way too much for the glo.. |
[Glory Crumble]A Poem by panheadpigmentsOld, but I like it. |
Apocolypse Army of ThreeA Book by Brandon Lee CochranThree unexpected teenagers are forced to face hordes of zombies and survive, but... for how long?... |
For the Glory of a DayA Poem by MichaelCastletonMen are willing to die, for the glory of just one day |
RainbowsA Poem by ~Blue Fantasy~Living colors from our Heavenly Father's Throne! |
Midnight Leaps Into a Different GloryA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..Midnight leaps into a different glory, can you see the silence masking the world as it changes? |
ForlornA Poem by KruppzIt’s not just nature’s laws but also man’s nature that can’t be changed. Serenity lies is accepting both; none to be blamed |
don't expect to paint your masterpiece in a single..A Poem by Daniel Atkinsonstream of consciousness. |
Just One More DrinkA Poem by UnderestimatedCharm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a women who fears the Lord, she shall be praised. Proverbs 31:30 |
Blank GunA Poem by Alexander EmbersonBlank Gun I don’t think people realize the turmoil within; the ripping and tearing of what can and can’t be done. Do guns fire ev.. |