This And That In My Treasure Box

      It Pleases God When You Do. By: Susan Y Nikitenko October 12,  2010     Grab your mop; And grab your broom. Then go clean; From room to room. Dust the table; And dust the lamp. Clean with a rag; That's lightly damp. Wash the dishes; And counters too. Until they shine; like they are new. Wash the tub; And wash the sink. A dirty bathroom; Always stinks. Clean  the toilet; Clean the spout. Clean your house; Inside and out. Work until; The job is through. It pleases God; When you do.

Poems On Waiting Waiting Walking to the front door, the porch light shined upon. There's no remembrance of turning it on. The deadbolt left unlocked, a deterrent to prevent. Leaving it for mother, an every day event. The front room spoke silence. A light appeared there, too; Where the TV often blasts to the next room. Looking out the window, ground covered in white, Twelve inches predicted; a winter storm in flight. No matter what type of storm's rage, it seems, Everyone is vanished; upon God to glean. A look to the watch, a rough road comes to mind; Time to be home, that family of mine. The telephone rings. A friend knows when to call. Passing the time makes waiting shorter for all. Though it wasn't as special as time with the LORD, There's hope for tomorrow; that friends will love more. Wondering how many times promises retain as yours, Again, the family comes walking through the door. © by Joyce C. Lock http://iam.home...

Winter The Beauty of Winter; A Peace Driven Snow, Sight by a Candlelight, Warmth in a Fire's Glow ... Surrounded by Family And the Comfort of Friends, Restoring the Soul; A Time to Cherish and Tend. © by Joyce C. Lock http://iam.homewithGod.com/glimpsesofgod/