Place of rest

Yours is the chest Where I'll rest When weary days Got me in dreary ways I'd rather miss Or dismiss Altogether I try not to Think of you in that way But today, I missed you dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

Night light

Night and light Are alike to you You can see out When I can't see through The dimly lit night That gives me a fright At the sight Of creatures great and small That crawl And most of all, The deep, dark night dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

Personal Peace

Your place of peace Can be a person at least That's what I believe Conceived In my heart of hearts The heart Is where it all starts For home, is where the heart is dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

Standing still

The rotten side of life The forgotten part of my Perspective This message This test is Perfecting My walk of faith At times it makes We wanna quit I must admit That when Nights are dreary I get weary But I know, For His word did show Me that I shall reap, If I faint … Continue reading Standing still

My house’s house

My body is the house that My spirit and soul dwell in, Then again, My house has a house Without which, I'd be cold when Winter comes dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young