Loneliness and Longing

Loneliness and longingWant to feel belongingSearching for directionAsking God a question What on earth’s my purpose?Am I just a goofus?Do I really matter?Am I torn and tattered? Am I just a nothing?Or do I have somethingIn me that is useful?Can I now be fruitful? Jesus has the answerHe is now your purposeHe’ll give you direction,Answering … Continue reading Loneliness and Longing

The Senses

What’s that you hear?Whispers in the darkness,Rumors flying everywhere,Truth not to be found. What’s your response?Listen with attention?Engaging yourself in it?Or, do you walk away? What’s that you see?Sexual innuendosSo loaded with perversion,Purity not found. Do you give answer?Or entertain it?Join in with laughter?Or, you reject it? What’s that you taste?More food than needed –Wisdom … Continue reading The Senses

Where is Jesus in Your Celebrations?

Is He there, or barely mentioned?Does He fit with all the tension?Is He in the ribbons, wrappings?Is He in the culture’s trappings? Is He in the food and parties?Overeating, faith departing?Is He in the twisted humor?Is He in the stories rumored? Is He in the decorations?Is He in the mild flirtations?Is He in your conversations?Or … Continue reading Where is Jesus in Your Celebrations?

Where Are They All?

Where are all the children?Where’s the laughter and the joy?Where’s the smiles and the twinkling eyesOf the girls and of the boys? Where’s the sunshine, moon and starsThat once shone, oh so bright?Where’s the hugs and kisses of the mamasAs they tell their kids “goodnight”? Where’s the Daddies playing ballWith their sons out on the … Continue reading Where Are They All?

Searching, Searching

Searching, searching everywhereHigh and low, without a careWandering hither, to and froLooking for what? What to know? Time is wasting, that do tellHeads are swimming, pride doth swellNothing finished, not completeFlesh is winning, not defeat What’s the purpose? Do you know?What, for your life, have to show?Knowledge plenty, not in needNeed obedience, truth to feed … Continue reading Searching, Searching

Our Eyes on Jesus

An Original Work / April 23, 2012Based off Hebrews 12:2-13 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus.Our faith starts and grows in Him,Who for the joy set before HimEndured all our sin.Scorning the shame of the cross,He sat down beside God above.He was willing to die for us,To save us, in love. Think about the … Continue reading Our Eyes on Jesus

Unexpected Circumstances

Swiftly trickling through the curtainsComes upon us life uncertainUnexpected circumstancesAre in store, and happenstances Time’s a treasure without measurePlease don’t waste in sinful pleasureTake for granted not what’s givenWaste it not on what’s forbidden Life can quickly leave us emptyIf it’s spent on what is trendyIf it’s spent on chitter-chatterAnd not on what really matters … Continue reading Unexpected Circumstances

The Eyes Have It

The eyes have it, they tell allTelling you’re about to fallYou can’t hide it, try you mayThe eyes have it, they betray The eyes have it, look so dimTrying to cover up your sinThey’re revealing, so you knowThe eyes have it, lots they show The eyes have it, look aboutWandering there, they leave no doubtFilled … Continue reading The Eyes Have It

Mishmash Squish-Squash

Mishmash, squish-squash,Dancers dancing, diners posh,People singing, playing drums,Words a plenty, others hum. Tired limbs, feet sore,Not aware of what’s in store.Rainbows ending, lies a plenty,Faith in God, they ain’t got any. True love forsake,Trust in God they will not take.Having fun, so what’s at stake?Sincerity they truly fake. Time’s short, don’t snort,Mocking God is not … Continue reading Mishmash Squish-Squash

‘Tis The Season

‘Tis the season to be jolly,Light the trees, and hang the holly,Join in all the merrymaking,And in all the cookie baking. Light your candles on your altars,Don’t misstep, now don’t you falter,Cross your T’s and dot your I’s,Prepare yourself for the surprise. Join in the bands, and raise your hands,And stand your ground, and take … Continue reading ‘Tis The Season