Biography of Clarence Prince
Simply, not much to say other than what’s here: I am a god-fearing person. I was born and raised at Lemon Hall, in St Catherine Jamaica, W1. I have lived for many years in the UK. Now I am living here in Canada. I am a retired man and I am enjoying every day of it. I have worked hard in the past, but the good Lord has kept me through it all. Plus, He also helped me to raise a family. Then for all His goodness to me, I find it right to fear Him. And so, I write religious books, stories, poems, and articles. Yes! Whatever I set out to do, you’ll notice that godliness is within it, in order to encourage others to follow the Lord.
My books are written to point people to God. My poems are more like some sorts sermons too. Really, I write with a hope that I might help people to try and seek the Lord and to make better of their lives. I believe in God and so I have to believe in all of His promises. Then me, learning more about how He promises to supply us with all our needs; as long as, we will live and obey Him; it gives me the urge to say to others, verbally, or in writing; take up a godly lifestyle, and live in hope of His many blessings.
Furthermore, it’s my opinion that God will take care of all who will fear Him. Bearing down upon His words, with Him there is mercy and grace. That’s partly why, I am so hopeful that writing in this way, it may help people to live their lives more peaceful and comfortable. They just have to consider this: God’s will for all is, that all should enjoy a fair life at present; and then, in the end, a hope of eternal-life. If you get my books you can read more; they are at www.authorhouse.com or at on line book stores everywhere…. For whatever I write a fair comment will always be accepted.
Clarence Prince's Works:
My 5 Books are:
Rushing To Get You Reading: Families, Friends, And All Others!
Make It Today....
There is Hope! Keep The Faith! !
Fair Enough! They Laughed! !
My God And Me
All these books are available at on line book stores, in paperbacks e-books and hardbacks.
Clarence Prince Poems
Life, It's Precious!
There is nothing quite like life In cheerful time it is life In sorrowful time it is life When the weather's bright it is life
Autumn's Breeze The breeze will help trees To get rid of many leaves
His blood is flowing all over my soul With His grace and mercy ever untold He will never leave me here all alone I can call to Him without using a phone
Christmas is coming with a rush Little children just won't hush Crying, sighing and making a fuss
A Little Safe Fun
It can be fun to have a little fun If good fun is coming you shouldn't run Having harmless fun is fair exercise Then go and have a little fun but be wise
Just For Mothers!
There are mothers here There are mothers there There are mothers near And there are mothers far
I am Something I met up with Nothing He wasn't hard to find I asked him what he was doing
SALVATION ROAD: IT'S A SONG! Salvation Road begins as Credit View Road ends If your life needs a change come to Salvation Road
The Good Life
It can come quickly It can go swiftly It's quite slippery
The Fall Of Man In Eden's Garden!
This happened unto a couple many years ago When Eve should’ve refused but didn’t say no Instead she yielded to Satan’s sinful device Next they both defied God’s Holy advice
Fairness where these days can it be found It takes wings and flees to end of the world It goes because it couldn't work for the poor It won't come back for the rich closes the door
A Sad Friday
‘Twas on a hill far away Like on this special day The day we call Good Friday
Not Like The Past!
I can’t see clearly any more I can’t think nearly as before I can’t speak plainly any more I can’t walk as strongly as before
Face The Morning's Dew
As we wake up each day Some of us without delay Will thank the Lord for another day And seek His help along the way
A Season Once In Eden! !
When I look back down in life's memory
And I thought of the Adam and Eve story
I considered that man was clothed in glory
But to the taste of a fruit man lost his clothes
Shame stepped in, man sought leaves for cloth
The sound of feet drove him to hide
It was that season once in Eden
Why life for man is, as is