Christine Wallace

Come sit with me, Lord For I have nothing left to give. Come sit with me, Lord For if you don’t I know I cannot live. Come sit with me, Lord For my heart is all alone. Come sit with me, Lord I need You, And You alone. Come sit with me, Lord I am broken and alone. Come sit with me, Lord For I cannot carry on. Come sit with me, Lord You’re the answer, That I crave. Come sit with me, Lord For I want to really live. Sit with me, Lord I have nothing left to give But if You sit with me Then I can...

When it’s time, it’s time. When it’s time, it’s time to laugh. When it’s time, it’s time to cry. When it’s time, it’s time to live It’s also time to die. When it’s time to leave It’s harder to perceive. But when it’s time to stay What do you say, only obey. When it’s time to move It’s time to move. When it’s time to stop – stop. But when it’s time to go – Go. When it’s time to make It’s also time to break. But when it’s time to hear Then it’s time to stop Wait and listen. What time is it...

Pyramidial Orchid The pink flower danced in the long grass. Its petals were small but perfectly formed. The yellow centre looked like a little yellow sun But the single dewdrop sparkled like a diamond. The tall grass waved gracefully A butterfly fluttered and danced over the grasses It landed lightly on the flower. As the heat of the day grew The grass bent in the clawing heat, The little flower just smiled at the sun. As the day moved to a close The flower continued to follow the sun...