Don’t Blame God!

Don’t Blame God

I fuss, I cuss,
I spit, I hiss
I extend my claws
Without a pause
I’ll let you have it

Then down I shrink
After a moment to think
Why did I do that?
Lost control again
I simply cannot win

Over this lustful, errant 
Of mine
Maybe with more time?

But no
I know
That will never happen
Not in my day
Will I ever have complete sway

Who can I blame
To mind comes the only name,
Myself, me
I am the only one I see 
Standing inside, beside me

So do not blame God for
Our destructive of life behavior
Nor can you blame your neighbor
He has his own evil to deal with

God holds out his light
Love, joy peace
Always within your reach
It is Your Choice
So do not keep
On blaming God
For our compliance, our nod
Toward the darkness



Very long ago
On a righteous throne
King Hezekiah
Of Judah reigned
He gave all his praise
To the one true God
And to only His Name

But from the northeast
Like a ravening beast
Came an evil king,
Sennacherib of Assyria
Was his name
For death & destruction
Great was his fame

In faith, King Hezekiah
Prayed to the one true
Lord of all
Received an answer to
His most earnest call
Thru Isaiah the prophet
God said,
“He will not enter this city
Or shoot an arrow here
He will not come before it 
With shield. . .”

Later that night
In the darkest of lights
God’s angel
With a powerful roar
Was sent to destroy
Warriors all, 
Strong & tall
Died that night
By God’s hand

Jerusalem was saved
Not one soul inside her walls
Was sent to an early grave
God will do the same
For you, for us
We just need to have 
Faith & learn to trust
His ways

Read, learn to look
Inside that most
Glorious book,
Scriptures to help you
Your enemies defeat
& at your feet 
No matter what they are
Doubt, fear, persecution
He will destroy
Down they will all lay
& in your time, your day
185,000 warriors
For you, God will slay!

Not Bad for an Older Lady!

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera

I got to ride my bike again today on a longer ride, almost ten miles. It’s my new hobby, and I love it! I am a 2X cancer survivor, and I’m grateful God lets me enjoy the bike riding. Each day feels like a gift to still be able to enjoy life with my family & friends. May God bless your day. Praise Him for his grace and mercy!!

Also I could not resist this photo of some beautiful, massive old sycamore trees at the water’s edge. In winter without the leaves, you can see their white bark even better. Have a good day!

Dull Ache

 Dull Ache
 A Dull Ache
 In the middle
 Growing larger
 No longer little
 A need
 more insistent
 Almost a sharp
 Then becomes
 a Joy
 This, the means
 You employ
 To draw me
 Your Spirit
 I come to
 a Sun,
 Beautiful Light,
 Holding only
 Your Purity
 Your Goodness
 You breathe
 Return to me
 I will return
 To you
 As my 
 I wonder
 When it will
 Be met
 This ache
 This longing
 We all 
 Within feel
 This unmet 
 We constantly
 Try to fill
 With shallow
 Cheap pleasures
 Life can feel
 Like walking
 With a heavy
 Your beauty, God
 the only real
 To continue
 As it is now
 Will never be
 Only with
 Christ’s return
 Will that
 For which we 
 Be Met! 
 Revelation 7:9-10 After this I looked, and there before me
 was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation,
 tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before
 the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm
 branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice:
 “Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”
 Revelation 7:17 For the Lamb at the center of the throne 
 will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of 
 living water’, and ‘God will wipe away every tear from 
 their eyes’. 


 Most stand calling
 Not realizing they do
 What is it they Desire?
 They need You,
 Lord, God
 The passion, fire
 Of your heart
 For them!
 That is the answer 
 We all need.
 In blindness & 
 Stumbling, fumbling
 Is this not what
 We all seek?
 Seeking joy, peace, 
 We wander, fight
 For our share
 Of this earth
 When all true life
 Flows freely from above.
 We were made to live
 From the very start
 This is the purpose,
 For which we were 
 In only this, 
 Are all needs sated
 To live daily
 In contentment
 More Fulfilled
 Try as much as you
 To live inside
 His Will
 His Intellect, 
 His purposes
 Your old man
 That self
 Must be killed
 To let Him have
 His way
 Over you
 His sway
 So you may say,
 Not I but Christ
 That liveth in me.
 But because we turn
 Harden our hearts,
 Without our true calling
 We endlessly wander
 Thru all of life
 Unsatisfied, discontent
 & falling