Brenda Rose grew up the youngest of six with four brothers and one sister, a trial in and of itself. She was graduated in the upper ten percent of her high school class. While she ...view moreBrenda Rose grew up the youngest of six with four brothers and one sister, a trial in and of itself. She was graduated in the upper ten percent of her high school class. While she is serious and practical, a virtual perfectionist, she is impish and an endless trickster. She is a hard worker, and, oh, what a sense of humor!
Having been sexually molested during eight years of her childhood led to being part of the party scene and drinking and taking drugs excessively. The situation grew more and more serious, but God saw something that she nor anyone else saw. Brenda Rose has never been a poet on her best day, but God found a way to speak to her and to make her listen. He had a fellow worker on the job ask her to write a poem for Mother’s Day at her church. He speaks, and Brenda Rose “holds the pen” ever ready to write the words He gives her.
He, Who made celestial and terrestrial entities and Brenda Rose, made you and knew you before you were ever born or even conceived. Just imagine! He had you planned. He loves you so much that He sacrificed His Son Jesus for you. And He wants you to come to Him, to believe in Him, and to be saved spiritually and every other way for eternity.
Not only are these poems for you, but this message also is for you from God through Brenda Rose.
Elizabeth A. Johnson
Sister, Editor, Friendview less