Verses in Verse
Always rejoice. Constantly pray.In everything,Give thanks everyday.This is God’s will for you,In everything you do,Living by faith in Christ Jesus. See 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
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The Jesus I Know
The Jesus I know cares about me.The Jesus I know sees everything I go through.The Jesus I know stands in the gap for me. – He has my back. – He leads in front. – He laughs with me. – He cries with me. – He never leaves me. – He understands me.The Jesus I
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The Gift of a Day
As the sun in the wide-open blue makes its way, And I wake with a new day before, I sit and I think about the gift of a day, And I wonder what my Lord has in store. Will I walk the straight path with my eyes on the prize? Will I act with the
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05/11/2016
The Lord will defend me. My God will weave his righteous tapestry in the threads of my life. When I feel lost and uncertain of my way, I know my God is still guiding my steps. God, you are my aim. My goal. My purpose. Difficulties will come, but I need not fear or dread
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Flat Tires and Such
He kicked the flat tire and left his car baking in the sun. It was a signal his irritation had reached a tipping point. His brain was all jumbled by a flamboyant appetite for fun. But the troubles along the way had left him out of joint. Would he heed at last the sound Of
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Adultery
In wild pursuit of a skirt, he left his beloved for a temporary Venus. But when the cash for goods exchange was through, the rosy lens faded, briefly removing the cloak from his eye and revealing what had become the cruel prison of his desire. Words from The Sunday Whirl : pursuit, prison, lens, wild, cruel, Venus,
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Not A Thanksgiving Haiku
Thankfulness is gone Black Friday is Black Thursday Always wanting more
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The House Where I Want to Live
I have dreamed of a time when my heart is nestled safely in Faith’s home. Where there is not a degree of space for doubt to live nor opportunity for its conniving hand to come knocking. In my vision, I would stay in this home for a lifetime, my feet graced by a floor becoming
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Midlife Musing
Below is a poem I wrote more than ten years ago and sent to poetry.com. I have hesitated to post it on my blog because, quite frankly, it’s a little embarrassing. Despite that, I have decided to swallow my pride and post it for several reasons. First, I have felt like I should for a while