Friday, November 14, 2008


A bird in the hand waiting for the paintbrush. Thanks to the Lord for Mr. Oren Segrest, my bird carving teacher, who allowed me to learn how to carve in his shop. +B+B+ Becky Brown


You love. I’m cold.
I fail. You hold.
You wait. I run.
You call. I come.
We touch. I cry.
You live. I die.

I dream. You know.
You call. I go.
Your Word. My need.
I hurt. You bleed.
I sin. You forgive.
You died. I live.
Becky Brown

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


These are the days
that you lean only on
the Lord of the call.
He is the peace of eternity
in the chaos of the temporary.
Becky Brown