In my mid-teens, I wrote the following poem: The Box I locked my heart in a tin box And threw away the key. I ran from all like the fox, But someday it will return to me.   Though I lost my tin box in my flight, It returned to me to my surprise. But alas, where is the key? Without it, there is no hope for me.   So I must ask: Who has my key? Would you please return it to me? Guess who had the key? When I look through the poetry I wrote in my teens, the ones not dedicated toRead More →

Reference: Judges 7 and 8 Dare I go Against the Armies of Midian, The oppressors of our people. Dare I face an army That so outmatches mine. Dare I go, The least of my family, The least of my tribe, The least of my nation. Too many? What do you mean Too many? Were outnumbered as it is. Dare I send home the men With quivering knees, Dare I send home those Who stomachs shake. I have no chance without the fearful, And no chance with them. Too many still? How is that possible? I have but ten thousand. My cause is hopeless As itRead More →

Bio Stephen Todd Jones is a writer and poet from Virginia Beach, Virginia. While a sophomore at Liberty University, he sustained injuries in a car crash that left him in a wheelchair, and this perspective forms the basis for much of his writing. Through his poetry, he gives us a window into his world and his faith. Why Sorrow Over by Stephen Todd Jones Why sorrow over That had not For the same is a Heavy thought? Why not enumerate All here had Rather than accounting For those bad? In content, do you Not strive to Obtain that reserved, It seems, for few? Or isRead More →