Why am I proud to be an American? Because brave men for me have died. When evil tried to crush the good, They stood to turn the tide. Why am I proud to be an American? Because my land still stands free. I can worship without fear, I can serve God openly. Why am I …
Overcomers
Revelation 12:11And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. As I read Ephesians 1-2, I just wondered in amazement at all God has offered those who put their trust in Him. How gifts are excessively abundant and …
The Highs and Lows
Photo by Gianluca Grisenti on Pexels.com Jesus had just heard His Father’s Words praise Him audibly. And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Matthew 3:17 Immediately after those words of praise, the Spirit led Jesus into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. …
They Wait for Me
Matthew 19:14But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven. There are two littles, I never got to hold. I never rocked I never saw grow old. My little ones never grew, Or took a breath on earth, But I still call …
An Unneeded Friend
Matthew 11:28Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. She slithered with grace Embracing my shoulders, And whispered sweet comforts Into my ears. Her words were so smooth Like honey melted, Helping me focus On thoughts of despair. “If only you, dear, Did not have to …
A Song of Submission
Drought-stricken soil grows nothing. The longer the drought, the more the short bursts of rain merely run off the hard soil. What it needs more than anything is life-giving water, but it is too unyielding to receive it. It takes many short, light showers to soften it little by little until life can grow in …
A Song of Overcoming Grace
Sometimes He leads Through the hottest flames, Leaving hair unsinged And soul ablaze. But others, torches Alit for days, Down narrow paths For Nero’s way. At other times, He parts the sea. He dries the path Quite miraculously. But some will walk The path through dark, Trusting His leading, But leaving no mark. Engraved in …
A Song of Crushing
When the pestle in the mortar, Turns to crush the wheat, The hand that does the turning, Bore the nail scars for me. Though human hands Will hold the pestle, And human words Press wounds to grief, In the crushing He makes me useful, To meet other human’s needs. Her words crushed me yesterday, this …
A Song of Belief
Born into dying, With chains none can see. In blackness of soul, No hope to break free. Like a people in tombs, With no knowledge of light. Living life in the darkness, Unaware of their plight. But One who could see, Left light for their dark. He put on their flesh, His life left a …
A Song for Return
He chose Judas And called him, Friend. Though He knew from the start How this friendship would end. Jesus offered hope Until the dying breath. His ears stayed attuned For the heart that would repent. But He will not control He lets each one choose, Whether to give their life to Him, Or whether to …
His Song in the Night 