Ron Hampton

Her step is a lot slower now
Nothing like it used to be,
Our lovely golden Penny,
Is the dog for us you see.

Twenty years after and still I grieve,
Will it not pass away?
A thought, a cue, a reminder or two,
And back comes that day.

Why so downcast oh my soul…Put your Hope and Trust in God

As I gazed at the rose
I became so entranced,
A symbol of beauty
Of love and romance…

The beggar child approached Him slowly,
Wondering whether she might see
How this man who spoke so boldly
Could bring about the prophecy.

The sound of his voice rang clear in the forest
As the Lord did call him by name
The man responded with obedience and fear
“Here I am Lord,” the reply quickly came.

The intercessors gathered to pray,
Against strongholds they came that day,
Foundations shook and mountains trembled,
As this small group that had assembled…

In the House of Prayer
The man came to speak.
His words rang of despair
As freedom he did seek.

“Hey mom, I’m coming home in a couple of days,
My sergeant said I could,
It will be great to see you and dad
And catch up on all that‘s good.