How Can We Doubt God's Wondrous Love
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
Jac Judy A. Campbell is a poet by heart and a writer by nature, and she is thrilled to be able to share part of herself that others will enjoy. She reads a lot of good books and loves arts and crafts, sewing, crocheting, cooking, and growing a garden. She is happily married, takes care of her husband, and enjoys her children and grandchildren as much as possible.
Jac Judy A. Campbell lives in a little country house in the central California Valley, surrounded by grapes, almonds, walnuts, and just about any fruit you could wish for. She is happily retired and is thankful God has given her the time and knowledge to write whenever she chooses to pick up her pencil.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
in Creative Poems
Poems are magic, their music to our ears
A beautiful song within our hearts,
Some folks rejoice to hear
in Grandchildren Poems
G--Is for Grandsons God's Greatest Gift of all time
R--Is for Rowdiness a lad of just nine
A--Is for Animals your so loving and kind
N--Is for Noble your bright characters always shine through
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
With Great delight I see right before my eyes
Fluttering her wings once and again
A Beautiful Butterfly
Her balance a bit unsteady, as she
I'm just a simple writer
I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
With words from the old school
Yes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.
Ah, so tenderly expressed. True love remains, no matter the age. We may show signs of wear and tear on the outside, and even though our hearts get wrinkles, the tender love of time is unique.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
I have a sister, and she prays in her bedroom every morning before doing anything else. My husband and I were talking yesterday about how disciplined she is. This poem is a tribute to all, one to live by. God Bless you for telling it like it is.
Jac. Judy A. Campbell
Oh, this is a touching poem. I'm a tutor for autistic children, and the expressions you used were very loving. The most you can do for him is keep on loving him.
That's just about the way nature is. I spent time outside watching all the amazing creatures, and they all have busy responsibilities to attend to, so structured to doing their purpose in life. Loved this poem.
Bless you! My thoughts exactly. You quoted some great bible scriptures. Each of us should realize the sadness and condition of others and have enough compassion to go forward and help.