Does it matter what you and I believe About who God is and how do we go to heaven? I think it does. Says the Bible we read, It speaks of salvation and how we are to live. Not everyone believes the same as I. That is ok. Just don't believe a lie. There are many people...
He is the king who reigns on high, But came to this world so that he may die; He was born as a babe in Bethlehem, But was destined to become The Great I Am; He taught in the temple as a youthful lad, But the words that he spoke made the Pharisees mad; He healed the...
"The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever." (Isaiah 40:8, KJV) My nephew has a green thumb. Flowers and plants just seem to bloom and flourish under his skillful care. His home is adorned with healthy, luscious, leaves and...
"Praise the Lord; for the Lord is good: sing praises unto his name; for it is pleasant." (Psalm 135:3 KJV) One of my all time "Favorite" things to do, is dim the lights in the living room, sit in my rocker recliner, put on praise and worship music and get totally lost...
In the midst of the storm, my daughter told me, “Your Jesus is all you have!” Truly, truly, I was not denied,I cry to Jesus Christ day and night. I talk to Jesus Christ who is my true friend, When I feel the pain rubs me to not end; I sing praise songs, which echo in...
I am a beggar at your door the steps rising before my hesitant feet I can hear the sounds within your kingdom drawing me, despite my lack of confidence. My feet unclean, I could wipe them more than once and they would still not shed the grime. So I turn and sit at the...
Beauty falls like rain, we can't catch every drop, but we stand still with mouths open to slack our aching thirst. Beauty grows like leaves on the greening tree, we try to grasp the outline of each stunning leaf but can't. Our eyes can only take in so...
We are together. All of us here together. No-one not our brother, or our sister. We are together. So much more with one another. That in truth we make a multitude. We are together. Not alone, but wired for each other. Connected by threads that cannot be unwound. Not...
I wonder What are we building? With the tools we have been given. What can we build? That will stand in wind and storms. That won’t perish, like the earth, and fade like worn out clothes. What are we building? That will last longer than silver and gold. That will be...
Tui, with your white throat, you dance on the flimsy limb, and sing a song, that keeps me listening. As the wind tosses the leaves against a leaden winter sky, I wonder you have a tune still that causes your breast to rise . I fear the cold that I can feel in the...