

Praise Only a darkness To surround My small soul No one to comfort To cajole Beaten down Into a hardened ground But When it comes time For my last sound May it be to praise Praise You, Lord Jesus, Praise You


Praise Only a darkness To surround My small soul No one to comfort To cajole Beaten down Into a hardened ground But When it comes time For my last sound May it be to praise Praise You, Lord Jesus, Praise You





Flowers Flowers flitter, float and twist Spinning at water’s edge Suspended in fluid life Until a force, unidentifiable Pushes, they’re caught in Torrents of an energy Out of control, blindly Ripping at everything Multi-hued and rushing Entrapped in wildly straining At times, mad, Ceaselessly rushing waters Of life, labor, loss, pain Flowers follow, bobbing Tossed and thrown Waters almost overwhelming Losing a few small strays Of petals, delicate against The flow, deluge swirling Forcing them to dance At last, the journey’s end Uncertain, perhaps unsafe The water tumbles, falls over An abyss of rock’s sharp edge The flowers cling, clutch Tenacious to hold the liquid Surface, then in FAITH They release and reach For a hitherto unknown Place, in air, It lifts, they let go And rise to fly back home!
Phillippians 3:20-21 ESV But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.
And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

Tears Many tears Upon the earth do fall Many voices raise Laments, they call God hears each word Each whispered thought Within His own heart’s walls Are they forever caught Does He do the same For all our tears As they release All our pain, our fears Does He gather Each tear as it drops Into His loving hands Do they make their final stop? Does He perhaps return All tears back to His earth From whence they came So they new life may seek to reclaim To water the plants For our souls do the same If so, it only goes to remarkably show That even tears can make things grow!!

In My Ears The Lions Roar In my ears The lions roar Around us Every moment, Every hour Trying over us To exert Their destroying power One lion roars Then another Loud, strong Around us pacing Hot breath in our face Watching, waiting Until a gentle whisper Taps upon your shoulder Soft at first Then growing bolder Its blazing light Reveals Christ's Full glory, Power, Controlling might As soon as they sense This Almighty Prince That very second One last defiant roar emitting They cringe They cower In their lower station more befitting So do not give in To floods of tears Those overwhelming fears Over everything Christ wins His armies He will send To bring to you A restful peace As in His loving embrace He will settle His sheep, That Lions' Master, In a restful, safer pasture!

Original Creation Created in the image Of the only One Not any human being Stamped with God's likeness His very form Down deep into your core That was the original purpose For us To walk, talk, be Like the Holy One of Israel But instead, We turned toward Our own fleshly shells Following selfish desires Turned against those Lofty golden spires Of His heaven So now today He fights To win us back From our own evil, selfish ways Of which there seems to be no unending lack So in the Now of Your Today Turn, Return To following that love's song That original romance With your God that was intended (He will not be offended) And while you still have a chance Join in His Eternal, Universal Dance!

For All Believers If you say you believe In that sacrificed Savior Guardian over our behavior Then never speak His Name In public Will you not be subject To a more severe form of God's Judgement? I believe we will A Great Commission Instructed each believer To instill In all of a lost world God's instructions Guides to inclusion Or exclusion From His Eternal Paradise We will be like that watchman On the wall Hearing in our hearts God's call Yet not warning others of the dangers Not doing the watchman's job Failing will bring to us both a great cost To all will be the extreme loss Of an eternal foreverness In God's Loving Presence As the prophet Ezekiel wrote 'Their blood will be on our heads'
Ezekiel 33: 6, 8 But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet to warn the people and the sword comes and takes someone’s life, that person’s life will be taken because of their sin, but I will hold the watchman accountable for their blood. …….8 you do not speak out to dissuade them from their ways, that wicked person will die for their sin, and I will hold you accountable for their blood.