Lord, You are my Mighty Deliverer,
False notions and bad habits fall away,
Lord God, You are my only Hope-Giver,
Without You, my life seems all black and gray.
God, You are my Everlasting Father,
You gave me faith to see, hear, and believe,
No one else thinks I am worth the bother,
They offer little love and always leave.
Lord, You light my path and show me refuge,
Otherwise, I would be hopelessly lost,
How could I ever argue or refuse
When my true Savior paid such a great cost?
I pant for You as the deer pants for water,
I am the clay, and You are the Potter.
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” —Psalm 18:2
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Ruth and I go to lunch,
David and I dance sometimes,
I am blind with Paul,
and often weep with Jesus.
In the Scripture, I make my bed,
I live there and sleep there,
among the words,
I believe them,
They are all I see.
You can find me,
in a pasture of Psalms,
swinging from a fig tree,
When the branch breaks,
I fly into the Lake of Galilee,
And swim in God’s mercy.
I hoist the sails,
for the Holy Spirit,
See, I have become part of the ship!
Look at my palm and you see
w o r d s.
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This is the 5,000th day
Ophelia rolled out of bed,
walked into the wind,
swam a river upstream,
biked up a steep mountain,
then ended right where she began.
She’d like to buy some hope,
but when she woke up,
she had negative five bucks,
now she has negative ten,
She calls it “life”;
they call it depression.
Ophelia wants you to see
why she’d prefer to stay in bed,
pull a sheet over her head,
and drift off to Never-Never Land,
After all she dreams in color,
but only wears gray.
“I counsel you to buy from me gold refined
in the fire, so you can become rich; and white
clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful
nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you
can see.” —Revelation 3:18
He likes watching life on reel,
Wait—listen to his appeal,
TV problems aren’t for real
so they are not a big deal,
which makes emotions safe to feel
and possibly to even heal.
He admits it and won’t deny
he will mourn and sometimes cry
when characters say goodbye,
but now you will know why
his eyes will be bone dry
when real loved ones fall ill and die.
I say, “It’s okay to live—
to hope, dream, and forgive,
You don’t have to be passive,
if you trust the Lord is active,
He’ll apply the balm of Gilead,
Take my hand—now it’s collaborative.”
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield
and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” —Psalm 18:2
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Anxiety has a voice,
a worst-case scenario,
someone’s dead or dying
on my cranial stereo.
It has visions too,
accidents and blood galore,
someone’s dead or dying,
a policeman’s at the door.
I take a deep breath,
and blow it all away,
no one’s dead or dying,
It will all be okay.
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” —Isaiah 41:10
Her form was as dainty as porcelain,
Rose gold was the color of her dress,
She had cerulean eyes and ivory skin,
This lovely woman he yearned to caress.
Charcoal and smoke were the hues of his suit,
His hair was like a trimmed sable mane,
He smelled of cedar wood and citrus fruit,
She longed to make his body her terrain.
Glittering stars and glistening moonlight,
Conspired with all that is noble and true,
The man kissed his bride in the dark of night,
At their secluded rendezvous.
In God’s eyes, the two had become one,
Something that could never be undone.
*This poem is inspired by the beauty of marriage and the
belief that a husband and wife can enjoy a playful romance.
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend,
but to others, she’s just a picture
in the end.
She’s a model,
She’s a stripper
She’s more than that—
She’s a victim.
She sells her body
but it takes a toll on her soul
And the money, well she has to hand it over
to her earthly master—
yep, the human trafficker.
The girl was tricked and nabbed
Escaping’s not a possibility
‘cause if she runs or blabs
they will strike her family.
They feed her drugs and lots of gin
Cause she hates all this
And has to fake all this
But buyers are fooled by her sexy grin.
Buyers buy, sell, and facilitate
because they have money to compensate
But would they really if they knew the truth that…
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend
And ultimately, she’s God’s daughter
in the end.
*January is human trafficking awareness month.
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