Free To Be Me

He Took The Nails

My Wonderful Savior

Master Architect

My life was so sin wrecked,
Until touched by the Master Architect.
He picked up every broken part,
And put in me a brand new heart.
He molded me with gentle hands,
Even in times of reprimands.
And each day He is working still,
To help me do the Father's will.
So now I can hold my head erect,
For I was touched by the Master Architect.
(c) Patricia Lawrence

Across The Room

When you look across the room,
And see your children smile,
Why not stop everything,
Just to play with them a while?
For all too soon the years,
May take them to a distant place,
And many will be the days,
You'll long to see their face.
Don't let those precious years,
Slip by until they're grown,
To take some time to cherish them,
And make your love well known.
For as you strive to love them,
The way God wants you to,
You'll build such precious memories,
That they'll show their love to you.
(c)Patricia Lawrence