Benny B. Bristow

Life, A Fragile Thread

[52 words] I just unwrapped a new calendarThree hundred sixty-five pages smooth and coldI fanned them through my fingersAnd wondered what each day would hold.Joy, happiness, death—the sod?There’s no way one can knowBut the answer lies in walking daily,By the side of the living God. Benny B. Bristow… We are sorry, but this content is…

Because of Sin

[78 words] Our Lord arrived at the Gardenwith darkness in full array, He poured out His heart to the Father,as He fell on His face to pray.He was carrying a heavy burden,And from it He must not run.  With love He promised faithfullynot My will, but Yours be done.The cup of the cross was bitter,yet…