There’s an eerie silence, Lord
All across the land.
People are asking Why, Lord?
Where is Your loving Hand?

Why is there so much violence?
Why is a gun the tool?
Why are tears the status quo?
What about the Golden Rule?

Read More...

A manger was the place God chose to hold His only Son.
Hay was strewn about the floor around the precious One.
Animals breathed their warming breath to keep the Baby warm.
Swaddling clothes was all He wore, from rags that had been torn.

His mother was so very young, yet not so very scared.
She listened to the angel and she knew the Father cared.
She had Joseph by her side, a man of gentle strength.
Dreams would map their journey; he would go to any length.

Read More...

Ten men were walking on the road.
Unclean their desperate cry.
They had to stay so far away,
From others passing by.

The disease had made them all unclean.
Cut off and so alone.
Disfigured, scarred, and smelly.
The pain would make them moan.

Read More...

How I wish a piece of glass would be upon your brow.
How I wish I could look inside and see your thoughts somehow.

How I wish I could see your heart and know what lies in there.
How I wish its mysteries were exposed and just laid bare.

All the private thoughts and dreams are tucked away inside.
Packaged very neatly…how easy it is to hide.

Read More...

How do You determine, Lord, the answer to our prayers?
How do You discern, dear Lord, the ways to show You care?

How do You distinguish when the farmer prays for rain?
How do You answer the worried bride who asks for sun again?

How do You know what’s always best, and right, and good, and true?
Don’t You get annoyed at those who try so hard to be You?

Read More...

We sit and wait…the power on.
Everyone safe inside.
Kitchen clean…the dishes done.
No place to run and hide.

Popcorn made…pumpkin carved.
Seeds roasting by the fire.
Cell phones charged…shelves are stocked.
Reports say straits are dire.

Read More...

We pretend we have our gravity shoes
To keep us on the ground.
Living in God’s Kingdom
The world is upside down.

Everything you did before
Just turn it on its head.
My way or the highway
Becomes His way instead.

Read More...

We start out…oh so innocently.
First words upon our tongue.
Da-Da; Ma-Ma; juice, and ball.
Vocabulary still so young.

We grow up…talk in sentences.
Two words, then three, then four.
Our thoughts have found their outlet.
The key unlocked the door.

Read More...

Three little words to ponder anew.
As you focus…about to begin.
When you set to a task…when there’s still much to do.
Your motto should state: BE ALL IN!

Be all in your decision…your choices in life.
Not a foot on each side of the fence.
Straddling fences…a tiring task.
Choosing one side just seems to make sense!

Read More...