Christ Every Day

The leaf shredded and dead Wiggles in the wind The winter chill dawns Casting its shadows on what's left of Fall In my lungs I breathe What seems clean Unfiltered, unaffected by the world Oh it is His work Sent to meet me As I walk along His street Under gray cloud cover A brightness … Continue reading Christ Every Day

For The Lonely

Lonely is a feeling not a fact Only Jesus knows when He's coming back So until then ... May my life story be written by His pen Alone in an aging body Abiding in His Spirit  of holy Waiting and working within my heart, yearning to be ever more like Him to please Him to … Continue reading For The Lonely

Holy Fire

Behold our Holy blacksmith Fanning anointed coals Spirit-flames flooding souls Set a fire in every man,  woman and child Marked, chosen Purposefully broken In His furnace ... only gold Refined to the wisdom of prophets' old Forging strength like Christ, bold Bold in truth and depth Depth of hearts willing to stretch Touch another wretch … Continue reading Holy Fire

God’s Gift of Free

Oh, joy! We are free! The babe in cloth grew to age 33 Then died for you and for me Amazing power lives at the Cross, His chosen tree As He rose again, His promise befell on thee: You are new, free to be Living without any chains of slavery ~~~ It is for freedom … Continue reading God’s Gift of Free

Angels on High

Praying by the moon Its light a gentle swoon Distant chants Angels prance Singing hymns, spin around and dance When we seek Him to mend All gapes, open-ended Jesus, thank You For Your fullness of grace  … through and through ~~~ Welcome everyone! I couldn't wait until tomorrow to post. I wrote this poem on … Continue reading Angels on High

A Colonial Thanksgiving

Muted autumn Snow covered forest But just the floors Like confectioners sugar Shaken A season straddle Some of this Fall bliss ... Some of winter's cold and that Thanksgiving isn't about getting fat It is to honor God For He drew the pilgrims Away from religion Placed them on the shores In New England The … Continue reading A Colonial Thanksgiving

Humbled at His Feet

I have not perfected the art Of balancing the start Of God's gathering A ministry Tapping into far and wide Sometimes hearts collide At home and abroad If it is a track of striving, a kingdom workers facade Too many things on the list to do Wasn't Martha right and true? To whom, true to … Continue reading Humbled at His Feet