Best Sunday School Poems

Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in...

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(A conversation with my wife Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw on our 70th wedding anniversary 12 October 2022)

Honey, I thank God every day for bringing you...

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He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He...

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Angels are heavenly beings who minister to our needs we are told.
'Tis said they are celestial spirits with wings who play harps of gold.
But I...

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I’ve never experienced hallelujah or come-to -Jesus moments
like I’m sure many religious folks do.
I’ve never spoken in tongues (nor would I want to).
I don’t believe...

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Image of Grandparents Country Home from my family collection

The Two Drivers In My Life

In my younger years ...
I got to know the souls of my...

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I am mother (father) sister daughter
Favourite aunt, SELDOM rant
Pan Flute player, dragon slayer 
Own nothing pink, at least I think
Teach Sunday school, kids find that...

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My opinion on religion Take 1
I am in the unexpected throes of spring cleaning
Suddenly with no warning 
7 people are unexpectedly arriving in a few...

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Woke up this morning
 on the wrong side of the tracks.
Left out leaving for all the right reasons
 and all the wrong facts.

Caught a ride...

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Fat!    As a kid
Well    I remember fat!
I always thought I was fat because
My brother called me “Pig!”
Pigs are fat...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
    ...

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For Vera, Leanna and Leslie

Today in church I was rapt as I listened to the words of the pastor,
As she spoke about the death and...

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I will never forget
The Sunday school my father taught,
Sitting cross-legged on veranda floor,
English, Maths,grammar and the lot,
hours of learning till bums went sore!

His skill in...

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For years he proudly wore the uniform of his beloved nation,
Fighting in many conflicts seeing mankind's terrible desecration.
In the heat of battle he often looked...

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I was in the hospital at only five, 
the medicine gave me a big hive. 
Sunday school taught us to be alive, 
my spirit soared...

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