When days drag long with lonely songs My soul cries out "Where art Thou?" My spirit knows Thy place When my hands bleed from fruitless deeds My eyes sting from selfish tears Falling hard in bitter grief My mind pleads, "Where ART THOU?" My spirit knows Thy place When my heart pounds within My mortal … Continue reading searching
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Perfect Persistence
I turned around and I saw something glimmering in the shadow of my memories, A faint but beautiful idea sparkling in the darkness Life was there twisting awkwardly around my humble existence I had no definitive purpose, no intentional understanding I turned relentlessly in circles, Hoping to catch a better view, a hand emerged outstretched; … Continue reading Perfect Persistence
the goal of life
Friday, April 18, 2013 Philippians 3 But whatever things were gain to me, those things I counted as loss for the sake of Christ… Paul effortlessly recounts his credentials. He calls them ‘confidence of the flesh' . who he is, where he came from, and what he has accomplished in his life paints a picture … Continue reading the goal of life
we will all be changed…
"the word of God allows me to know God and by it my mind is transformed, in prayer I allow God to know me and my life is transformed."
what remains
what have I left when all disappears fading and melting under the strength of suffering years when all once valuable and precious is lost like ashes to the wind like early sun against morning frost what will remain when words are few and faces gone, beauty a memory strength a song who will hear my … Continue reading what remains
Adam
I can almost see you there on your knees with the water gently touching your feet, lapping your toes the sand still wet in your hand the dirt and the clay gathering between your fingers I see you looking more like a man, humble more like the man who will save the world, who will … Continue reading Adam
before
6-9-2010 There is a place of dry sand before the throne of God, where wilderness heat scorches your feet instead of soft cool sod there is a place where desert winds blow strong against your tent you'll eat your bread with covered head before the blessing sent we must not complain of little rain of … Continue reading before
Time
time marches on with its own feet on its own path to its own beat it does not laugh or cry or speak it does not ask or listen to me time marches on with its own feet
about Forgiveness
How often I pray, i confess my sins, i forgive those who have hurt me. My list contains all the names and faces of those i know, mother, father, husband, friend, sister. How often i come before the throne dragging my complaints behind me in a burlap sack. I plant them at the feet of … Continue reading about Forgiveness
My Faith Place 