Biography of Wayne Bowen
Born in Florida, currently divide time between south Florida and the north Georgia mountains. I enjoy writing poems and song lyrics. I also like to read other poetry. My style is simple, straight forward and easy to understand. I hope you enjoy my poems.
Wayne Bowen Poems
Past Vs. Future
Thinking of the past or looking at the future. Is one better for the mind
There Are No Tears In Heaven
When our loved ones leave this world one day to be with God on high, We'll come to shed our tears and say our last goodbye. Pain and grief can't follow them when their Savior calls them home, they'll never have to cry again with all the pain they've known.
A Penny's Worth
A single penny on the ground, many chances to be found. Left ignored in it's place, lying in the open space.
My Father's House
When we leave this world behind us we'll never have a care, in a place we call heaven we'll meet our Savior there.
In desperation I turn to my own thoughts and solve nothing. I should look farther for the solutions I want but nothing comes to me
What Can I Do
I've walked the rocky roads of life with peaks and valleys, toil and strife. I've been in the valleys down and out, where life looked bleak with no way out.
The old country preacher stood to speak, his broken voice sounding weak. The worn, black bible in his hand placed on the wooden pulpit stand.
Will He Walk Away
When I hear my Savior calling, do I listen and obey? Do I follow where He leads me each and every day? Will I meet Him as a stranger or know Him as a friend,
When I think of things I have done some were work and some were fun. Life seems to take us up and down, in and out and all around.
One day I'll enter the most beautiful place, and touch my Lord and see His face. My pain and suffering in the past
A single leaf fell from a tree and settled to the ground. While lying at the bottom he began to look around. Not much to see only leaves scattered everywhere,
When we lie down for one last time to look back at what we left behind It won't matter to anyone
Locked within themselves afraid to come out. Secure inside their prison no one allowed in their world.
Will He Walk Away
When I hear my Savior calling, do I listen and obey?
Do I follow where He leads me each and every day?
Will I meet Him as a stranger or know Him as a friend,
will He stay for just a moment or until the very end?
When I had my chance to speak for Him what did I have to say,
did I turn my back in silence and simply walk away?