I’ve learned an important lesson.
In our walk with Christ, there are no credentials, milestones or checklists of things we need to achieve before God can use us to serve...
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Paul R.S. Hanna
Apr 18, 2023
Bullets and Nails
Bullets and Nails I see holes in your hands and feet, where nail did hammer pound. Bullet holes you took for me, six feet beneath the...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Apr 9, 2023
Happy Easter! A short poem and holiday reflection.
Happy Easter! Today we celebrate the truth that Jesus Christ was who he said he was: God become man. This was a preposterous and...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Mar 24, 2023
Two Roads One
Two roads run through time untold. One sought by many, one found by bold. Two paths weave through realms unseen. One trod by many, one...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Mar 6, 2023
Dating Hell
A poem for those seeking the one.
Paul R.S. Hanna
Feb 27, 2023
What color be my soul?
A poem on racism and the truth that we are all made in the image of God.
Paul R.S. Hanna
Feb 22, 2023
The End of the Age
A tome, a tomb, a book, a boon. The everlasting page. To heal, to seal, God’s fruit to peel. For all from age to age. Tick tick, tock...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Jan 5, 2023
Seek Seek Meek
To seek to seek is not to peek. It means not weak but rather meek. I chose to seek when things were bleak, my tears a creek and cries...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Jan 4, 2023
Speak Less and Learn
A poem meant mostly for me, and maybe for you too
Paul R.S. Hanna
Dec 30, 2022
The Key to See
A poem for those seeking God who have not yet heard an answer to your prayers.
Paul R.S. Hanna
Dec 25, 2022
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas everyone!!
Paul R.S. Hanna
Oct 22, 2022
Goodness!
A poem on the nature of God and evil.
Paul R.S. Hanna
Oct 11, 2022
Work & Identity
We do not choose to join this world, for made we were to be. Born blind and mute, quite frail are we, our souls cannot yet see. With...
Paul R.S. Hanna
Oct 11, 2022
A short poem for anxiety
Some time ago did I embark with dream to tame the sea. Washed ashore and lost before, the waves were all I see. With noble aim and...
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