Poems by Robert LaBarge
poem count: 7 | pages: 1 | first place: 1 time | second place: 1 time | finalist: 3 times
What Awaits The Saints In Glory
One time I was in a stadium with 30,000 others, all praising the Lord. It was fantastic. Yet I cannot even begin to imagine what it will be like to called to an even greater assembly before the King of Glory, praising Him with the multitudes.
One time I was in a stadium with 30,000 others, all praising the Lord. It was fantastic. Yet I cannot even begin to imagine what it will be like to called to an even greater assembly before the King of Glory, praising Him with the multitudes.
Listening
I conduct driving tests, mostly for adults. Without much prompting I might hear a person's life story. Sometimes I offer a little advice. Sometimes I ask if I can pray for them. Mostly, I just listen.
I conduct driving tests, mostly for adults. Without much prompting I might hear a person's life story. Sometimes I offer a little advice. Sometimes I ask if I can pray for them. Mostly, I just listen.
Clay Pots
At the end of every church service we have ministry teams available to pray for people's needs. Others gather before the service to pray and seek God's direction. This poem is based on an impression that one woman shared about hurts that God could heal.
At the end of every church service we have ministry teams available to pray for people's needs. Others gather before the service to pray and seek God's direction. This poem is based on an impression that one woman shared about hurts that God could heal.
