churches burned, churches bombed Easter Sunday morning harmed we are not safe; death still stings but to Jesus we will cling life on earth, sure can hurt God’s love we must now assert we are not safe; death still stings but Jesus knows our suffering hate can maim, hate can kill but God’s church prevails … More death still stings
Pumpkin spice Tastes so nice In treats and lattes, Even pies! Coffee grounds And what drips down Magic brew; Life rebounds! Library books Home we took Can’t put them down Help! We’re hooked. My guitar We’ve traveled far When we sing Feel like a star Movies, games I’d like to blame For hours of fun … More I’m Thankful For . . .
My opinions matter to me But if I make them Of my own muck They are mud pies Only fit for flinging At the other children If, however, I form them From the berries of God’s truth Sweetened with God’s love Wrapped in the crust of Christ’s redemptive work Baked in the furnace of God’s … More In my opinion . . .
Jesus Christ: God’s exact copy Existed before for all eternity It was through Him that God made everything Of heaven and earth He is the supreme King He made all things that we see with our eyes And invisible things of every shape and size Thrones, kingdoms, rulers and authorities Were made through Him and … More A poetical paraphrase of Colossians 1:15-21
Luke 10:9 Heal the sick in it and say to them, ‘The kingdom of God has come near to you.’ (ESV) Sickness sinks my spirit Sucks away my vim Feasts on me. Can’t forget This world was cursed by sin Healing like a portal Brings God’s kingdom down Bathes this basking mortal In the light of heaven’s Sun … More Ode to Flu Season
an Ecclesiastes-like Journey of a Modern Woman The Baker Scrumptious, crispy cookies Crafted on a whim Gave a jolt of happy When they all said, “Mmmm!” Recipes galore Chocolate, Mocha, Pumpkin Butterscotch then S’more Terrific taste slam dunkin’! Each triumph in the kitchen Brought me more acclaim But still my heart was wishin’ For longer … More Useless to Useful:
Piles of dirty laundry surround me Heaps of soiled outfits encompass me Musty, damp cloths and sweaty, sandy socks Spaghetti stained dress and hand wash only delicates From which there is no escape God, as I stain-stick, soak, rinse and repeat I know that my striving brings only defeat Clean today, tomorrow back in the … More A Mother’s Psalm
Reading through the news On this “bless-ed” Christmas morn I wonder is it real That a savior has been born? Firemen, police and teachers Shot while on the job In India an ugly rape Leads to an ugly mob In Syria a bakery bombed Means corpses ‘stead of bread In China a school bus crash … More Christmas Thoughts 2012