Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith singing Friends from a concert in 1985
MICHAEL W. SMITH
Thank you for visiting my reading corner! Pour a cup of your favorite tea and read a good book or you could just read my blog. Here your imagination will find topics of literature, nature, baking, bible study, and simply just enjoying life. Follow me on the narrow path through the forest of imagination. Feel free to read, comment, and enjoy any of the craft ideas or recipes! So enjoy yourself today and remember to visit often!
Sitting in a room of thoughts,
No sound but the scratching of a pen,
Scattered papers, flower pots,
The afternoon goes on and the light grows dim.
Concentration takes it hold,
Imagination stirs within,
Down on the paper go stories untold,
Of bravery, goodness and sin.
Then in an instant darkness arrives,
Sleep hovers the air and land,
But in the heart, inspiration thrives,
And on goes the writer's fluent hand.
"Persuasion," By Jane Austen
"The Basket of Flowers," Anonymous
"Peter Pan," By J. M. Barrie
"When I was 14, I was the oldest I ever was. I've been getting younger ever since."
"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to the department store and he asked me for my autograph." -Shirley Temple
Gertrude Shirley's advice to her daughter before each scene was, "Sparkle, Shirley, Sparkle!"