by admin | Oct 11, 2020 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Civil War, Coronavirus, COVID 19, Dead People, Depressed, Grandmother, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Macmillan Nurse, Murder, Paramedics, Poison, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Teenage Crime, Thank you, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
♫♫ You are my LORD and SAVIOUR You are my GOD and KING I lift my hands to Heaven I lift my hands and sing . . . Jesus, come in To my heart Jesus, come in To my life Jesus, come in . . . ♫♫ Taken from – ‘Despite All Odds: A Dream Fulfilled part2 G. Lawson www.gllpublishing.com A Letter of Thanks to ABBA GOD Dear God, Thank You I may not be where I expected to be right now But I know that You are working things out for me And making a way where there seems to be no way Thank You I may cry at night, lonely and confused as to why I am still where I am But I know joy will come in the morning And You ABBA GOD will give me beauty for ashes Thank You My job, my finances, my weight may not be the best right now But my faith is growing as I read the Bible, Your Precious WORD every day And stand in hope knowing that all things are working for my good Thank You From your child – whose name is written on the Palm of Your Hand (In all things give thanks – Always have an attitude of gratitude) From G Lawson www.gllpublishing.com Lead me LORD Lead me LORD and I will follow Let me know where I should go In You ABBA God is my tomorrow In You is everything I need to know Lead my LORD – Here is my hand Lead me...
by admin | Feb 17, 2019 | Hope, Life, Love, Uncategorized, www.gllpublishing.com
“Hope My pessimistic friend says that I am a joke That I am too optimistic because I am called Hope. We were once ‘one’ before but he made a choice one day To remove me from his life, now he lives in a hope-less way. He blames me for the pain and misery he suffers from all the time. I have tried to tell him to change because his choices are his, not mine. You see I am what is considered a good thing I have lost count of the many joys and anticipated blessings I bring. There are so many people that look forward to a brighter day So I am constantly called upon to show them the way. I work hand in hand with a wonderful loyal dedicated friend His name is Faith and he is strong, resilient and does not bend. All good things come in threes so I am told That probably explains why we have a third partner who is so glorious and bold. He is the greatest of the three of us, full of passion and so strong There is nothing He cannot do, and when you repent He forgives your every wrong. His name is Love and He is truly the Great of great Our mission: I, Hope, have Faith and with Love, we operate.” The poem Hope is taken from the novel ‘Despite All Odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part I’ published by GLL Publishing Ebooks from GLL Publishing available at Amazon, Smashwords etc – Books also available via www.gllpublishing.com Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 1...
by admin | Jul 17, 2016 | blog, Hope, Life, Love
CHAPTER 1 “Night may conceal many things but on this night of February the 3rd 1860 it cannot conceal the evil that hangs insidiously in the air. Nor can it conceal the pungent smell of hate and ignorance that flow freely, assaulting the nostrils of the seven people hiding in the cold, damp, dark cave. ‘In here! Look in here!’ Evil longs to cry out, knowing that to do so will lead to one of its many manifestations—death! The people in the cave stay quiet, though terrified, they pray silently that the Night-riders will not discover them. Their prayers, though quiescent, are powerful and make their way up to Heaven, where they lay expectantly at the Feet of God. The resonant sound of the hooves of horses gets louder and louder as the Night-riders, brandishing lit torches, move nearer and nearer, in pursuit of their scent-aroused dogs. The Night-riders stop a short distance away from the entrance of the cave; their dogs bark ferociously at the feet of their horses. Up and down and up and down the dogs jump, crazed, almost as if they dance to the tune of the drums that evil beats. Boom boom-boom! Boom boom-boom! Boom boom-boom! Each beat taunting them, drawing them nearer and nearer to the entrance of the cave.” Silence ensued. Then suddenly, the male voice continued with the story. “‘You think dey in there?’ Wilson, one of the Night-riders asks, as he peers into the cave from a safe distance. ‘Something sure spooked dem dogs,’ the head rider replies as they all dismount, ‘Only two of dem dogs are mine. The rest are mostly your crazy dogs Wilson, you go check,’ he orders...
