Poetry Corner

 Our Lord Jesus Christ,

 Died for a price

 That we soon would neglect

 But we never should forget.

 Although sometimes we don't care,

 He knows we all are here.

 And when He sees our face,

 He'll look down and see disgrace.

 But when we pray up above,

 It will go up like a dove.

 Sometimes we don't know

 What mysteries He does,

 But we should never question God.

 Because our fate lies in Him!

 By: Nate E.

 ABM is my friend,

 It is where I got slim.

 I used to weigh 310,

 I couldn't even see my shin.

 All I used to do was binge.

 Now I weigh 248,

 And myself I do not hate.

 Now I'm on a clean slate.

 I'm going to live, that is my fate.

 By: Logan R.

The fall of Nations

Oh! Wayward nation of fallen land

 Your foundation has become sand.

The quakes of immorality

Have pulverized the land for thee

You were withered and worn ever so slowly

Ripped and torn before me

Oh! Wayward nation of fallen land

Josh Coppi, student at ABM Ministries

Goals never end

Today I woke up

Here is the second place finisher Connor C.

Before there were cars

Before there were roads made of tar

In the time of the Roman Empire

A child did the event inspire

Thomas was a boy who was lame

However this misfortune brought him fame

He used to spend time in his father's stable

He would often read the animals a fable

The children often used to tease him

Because of his deformed limb

His father used to comfort him with stories of old

However, one busy night, after an incident, to leave he was told

He went crying out to the stable

  A big ol' pumpkin

  In a big pumpkin patch

  Was sitting by

  A little black cat.

  The little cat yawned

  Then walked away,

  But the big ol' pumpkin

  Would be here all day.

  A family came by,

  With a little boy.

  The child's name was Kevin Roy,

  He wanted a pumpkin really really bad,

  He cried to his parents,

  Which made them really really sad.

  So here they are at the pumpkin patch

  Waiting to talk with Mr. Hatch.

  The big ol' pumpkin

  Waited very patiently.

  Waiting to get picked

   In the days of tomorrow, there will be a new earth.

  Done away with the sorrow,

  It's an act of new birth.

  The first are now last, this is the decree.

  The old are now past, there is no more sea.

  A city from the sky descends from above,

  In the manner of a bride prepared for her love.

  There shall be no more lying, or crying, or vying for power.

  For the former things have passes away,

  And in this great hour, God ushers a new day.

  No more pain, no more hurt, in the rain, in the dirt,

  I crouch down and write it all on the ground.

  In future glimpses of the past what history will there be?

  In all the students' textbooks, will they learn about me?

  Will they learn about my good accomplishments?

  Will they learn about my bad compliments?

  Will they learn about the times I fall?

  Will they learn about when I got back up and made better of it all?

  Will they know how much I loved and cared for God

  Even when I felt downtrod?

  Will they know about my big mistakes?

  Will they know about my even bigger breaks?

  Will I be a passing vapor in the wind?

  Or will I be remembered for what I've done and who I've been?

  Will I be remembered for my many blessings?

A man fires a gun,

It's time to run.

My feet begin to move,

I'm definitely in the groove.

As I pass a group of trees,

A boy I see.

He slipped on a stone

And broke a bone.

As I pass the boy,

With an idea I toy.

As I pass a pine,

I see the finish line.

But instead of racing toward the crowds,

I begin to turn around.

In my mind I see

An injured boy beside a tree.

As I help him to his feet,

I realize this will be no easy feat.

He puts his arm in mine

And we head for the finish line.

As we cross,