Category Archives: Faith and Hope

Are you a sensitive soul,Too often, too easily bruised,Invisible for lack of notice,Unaccepted or unapproved? Do you sometimes reach out,With a smile and kind word,Your casual offers to help,Rejected or never heard? Are you accused of being a martyr,Self-serving for attention,Frequently misunderstood,Suspected of pretension? Rest in His assurance,Kindness is not unseen,From Him who matters most,InContinue reading “Unseen Kindness”

I won a small victory today,Took only a prayer to ask,But as I daily fight off sin,Many days I fail the task. For sin seems always with me,Woven into earthly time,I struggle to act an example,of word and thought of mind. A small victory is still victory,On calvary victory was gained,Twenty four hours for eternity,ItsContinue reading “The Hope of Calvary”

God sing for me,Sweet songs of ecstasy,A melodic hum of purity,In layers of rich harmonies,As angels walk me across the river,To rest in shade of trees.

I live the unending questfor purpose in my life,The more years that go by,The more earnest the pursuit,But my growing wisdomteaches me the search is futile,Like the source of the wind;It is unfindable. Yet, I continue like the albatross,As hope picks me upand sends me on my way,Escorted by the Holy Spirit,Beyond waning disappointment,Past theContinue reading “Resolute”

As your people cry and children wail,Of hunger, death, and life’s dark tales,For their rescue now, we ask you go,Relieve their storms of grief and woe. Protect them in the midst of war,Shield them from foul nature’s roar,If thirst or illness test their faith,Give them hope in spirit safe. We lift them up in thankfulContinue reading “New Heavens and A New Earth”

She remembered the first timeshe went to church without him;the bowed heads of sympathetic sorrow,her gratitude for whispered prayers.She remembered the first timeshe went to bed without him, cold sheets,shadows, darkness filled with loneliness.She remembered the momenther intense pain moved from her headto her heart, and seeped intothe permanency of her soul.Then God met herContinue reading “Firsts”

The red doors of 1886 open their armsto breathe a wind of welcomefrom angelic spirits suspended.The stained glass on high, sparkles ina scintillation of sunlight,as the sacred hands of the Savior wave us in. The sweet smell of Easter’s candle wax,tears beneath a flaming helicoid of smoke, swirling upward to skewer a bottleof the King’sContinue reading “The Church at the End of the Road”

the lone voice to listen for, midstmoonlit misery,while you weep for lack of sleepas the demon thief slipsaway with your rest. I Am the creator of lightthat you may never be lostin the foul fog of your life, tossedby injustice, unfairnessand uncertainty. I Am alive in your faith, evenwhen you make bad choices;my forgiveness reignsContinue reading “I Am”

A scar from sin lays across my soullike a rapier’s sword slash, now whollyhealed by the redemptive resurrection.Such sacred scars like fallen stars,reveal no secrets are hiddenfrom the holy light shining outof the uttermost edge of the heavens. This light anchors me like a treeof steel, sinking deep roots that quietthe random wind of sin,nowContinue reading “Sacred Scars”