If you drive up in an beatup hoop-d, I’m gonna love you,
If our skin colors don’t match at all, I’m gonna love you,
Even if you turn away from me, I’m gonna love you still.
If you open your mouth and tacks fall out, I’m gonna be your friend,
If you wear a potato sack dress, I’m gonna be your friend,
Even if you stay on the couch all day, I’m gonna be your friend.
If your unfaithful spouse divorces you, I’m gonna sit with you,
If you get fired from your longstanding job, I’m gonna sit with you,
Especially if you become ill, I’m gonna sit with you.
I may not be Jesus, but I have His hands and feet,
I’m gonna love you,
I’m gonna be your friend, and
I’m gonna sit with you.
We’ll be together even after the end.
“By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” —John 13:35
Turns out the diamond was only a quartz,
The Botox smiles were bloated with tears,
Makeup downstairs masked the genital warts,
Cocaine and Drambuie dispelled the fears.
A mangled misused juvenile inside,
No one to protect, nurture, or treasure,
Her morals and virtue went by the wayside,
She reasoned she lived for others’ pleasure.
Porn is a tunnel-boring machine,
for crippled hearts and crushed souls,
It digs and dredges a deep ravine,
Her soul, your soul, their souls—all black holes.
Do you want to know and taste real love?
God’s Son paved your freedom in His blood.
“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” —Galatians 5:1
When the dolphins leap,
And the fireflies glow,
When the cardinals tweet,
And the cool winds blow;
Our Father above is letting us know
To Him, we are all treasured and belong,
Blessed creation is His love song.
“You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being.” —Revelation 4:11
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A cozy cotton quilt sewn, sweet pea,
Thirty squares of intricate needlework,
A puppy, a kitten, Gram’s handiwork,
Pinpricked fingers convey her love to me.
We need a latch hook rug to warm the floor
Step one, separate mounds of colored yarn
Sage for grass, burnt sienna for the barn,
Nothing welcomes like Gram’s homemade decor.
Beans and bacon waft from the crockpot,
Growling tummies ladle it into bowls,
Steam rises from cornbread and rolls,
Nestle it in a cloth napkin to keep it hot.
A pipe organ song lifts the spirit,
Sun hats, bowed heads, folded hands,
A message of God’s love and plans
Gram knows I need to hear it.
“Children’s children are a crown to the aged,
and parents are the pride of their children.” —Proverbs 17:6
I’ve viewed the world from atop tall towers,
Kissed passionately in the pouring rain,
Received oversized vases of flowers,
And shared a bottle of midnight champagne.
I have peered down through clouds on mountain peaks,
and dived from boats in crystal clear oceans,
landed places a great sojourner seeks,
and drank my fill of intense emotions.
I have been ferried to primitive isles,
sipped of pure nature without phones or cars,
witnessed wild horses running free for miles,
Pitched a tent and wished on thousands of stars.
Still nothing compares or is quite the same,
to the moment the Lord God called my name.
“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” —Ecclesiastes 1:14
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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.
Why am I like this?
I looked around for…
some passerby to shame,
some foe to frame,
some kin to blame,
some circumstance to name,
some truth to maim,
I found nothing but
my own wicked heart,
It crumbled like ashes
in my cupped hand,
leaving soot residue
that I blew at you
and called it love.
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