THE THREE RUSTY NAILS
Vicky 13

It happened when I was waiting for a friend
With this story you will never hear the end

There was a loud knock on the door
I opened it looked and saw more

There stood a men in dirty white robes
to me these aren't really clothes

 He had a long brown beard
on his face dirt was smeared

 When I looked at him I knew him but didn't no why
he made me want to go on my knees and cry

 He looked at me with a warm smile
And held out his hands for a while

 I saw what looked like holes in his wrists
In on hand he clenched his fist

 He opened it up and I saw three rusty nails
I turn in shock and took hold of the rails

 He gave them to me
Smiled and then did flee

 I looked at them they were rusty and old
I felt them they were bloodstained and cold

 Then there I lay sill on the floor
Never forgetting the day Jesus came to my door.

True Life
By: Leah Corson
Age: 14

What is true life?
Is it something that can be bought, sold, or traded?
can you touch it or smell it?
Can you show me the store in which it can be found?
Nay, life is precious, life is sweet,
but true life is the real treat.
Not found at a supermarket or under the bed.
But in Christ Jesus, who has lived.
Now I'm living true life.