Call to Colors

Colors are full, and bright.
In natures sweet call to light.

Trees are greener in heaven’s delight.
I sit under an oak tree.
Wondering, wondering.
What is heaven like?

All the colors of majesty.
All the colors of might.
Have got to be the grandest in heaven’s sweet breath.
Pure grandeur, sunlight.

No darkness, no gray, no storms underway.
In the words of Christ my Father.
I will see one day.
Heavens sweet, sweet wonders.

For now I just call on the bible for things yet unseen.
Child do you know what I mean?
God is here for you.
He wants you to see heaven to.

I close my eyes just thinking of Gods grace.
Heavens sweet call to colors says he.
That is always on my mind.
I want to be ready to see the mighty power.

I want to be ready to see the true colors of heaven.
Ask, and it shall be received. 
Knock and the door shall be opened for you.
Heavens sweet, sweet call to colors. 

by Kelley Saylor 

E-Mail the Poet at: sayloc@att.net

HOLD FAST

When you are in the storm
The waters deep and cold
God will be your Haven
His Son will be your Hold

Our Lord has said
And His words are true
"Follow me my child"
"No harm shall come to you"

Hold fast to God's hand
When you are in the gale
Our Savior has given His promise
His grace and love will not fail

As we sail the sea of life
We need have no fear
If we put our trust in God
We know His presence is near

And soon the seas are calm
As the Lord says "Peace, be still"
The Savior enfolds us in His arms
Just as He always will


Copyright Granville Kelley 2001

E-Mail Poet at: budeffie@yahoo.com

Big City

Big city, Big city how do you do?

I made up this poem just for you.

Big city, big city how do you do?

I am fine hope you are to.

by Joy

(my daughter - age 9)

Written for NYC after 9-11