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On a frigid winter’s night, a young girl’s scream for help echoes uselessly in the icy silence residing between the tombstones of a large city cemetery. Her lifeless body is left for the police to retrieve and her parents to mourn over. Nashville again is full of violent threats from an ancient organization lusting after the only two things that will satisfy its international network of members – greed and power.

After the murder of another young girl, Detective Hayden Douglan again seeks the help of Pastor Samual Thomas, now a close friend, to find the monsters roaming freely within the city’s limits who seem to take delight in the death of children. Coming to the conclusion it has to be more than one person gripping the city’s parents in a paralyzing network of fear, Douglan cannot ignore the words whispering constantly at the back of his mind – the Brothers.

Will any human power be strong enough to stop the onslaught of the dark veil hanging over the cityscape or will it once again take the power of God Himself to tip the balance of the scales back toward the light of normalcy as a powerful enemy uses everything in its influence to gain the revenge it seeks for its previous losses?

Have a blessed day & Praise God!

Not Little

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Not Little

He makes the 
Robin sing
The honey bee buzz
Old men cry
And babies laugh
Forces the sun’s
Blaze with fire
& sends the moon’s 
pale glow at night
not one of these things
is ever out of His hand
or His sight!

Knows every black hole
And every giant star
Every planet, every comet
We are able to see 
Only from afar
Holds a vast universe
In one hand
But we as tiny, 
So limited man
Really see only this dirt, 
This earth!

He Forces great nations
To rise
& then to fall
from the 
Human heart
Still hears the slightest,
Smallest call
For that is where
It starts!

Within the 
Human heart
Life starts &
Not in the wind
But in His breath
His Spirit
Living within!

Knows your
Every thought
Every care,
Every smile
Every tear
So never, ever
Have a moment’s fear
That your
Living, breathing
Powerful God
is not always near!

He is not small
He is not little
He will always
Rush to hear
About your life
The pain, the strife
You live in
God is going to win
Eternity belongs to Him
And so do you
If you will only choose!!!

Another Monday Prayer

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 Monday Prayer
 In the middle of my lostness
 Wanderings, dark sleep
 You took the time
        To search
 For this one miniscule
         Lost sheep
 Good Shepherd,
 You are the one who
 Never leaves the one behind
 Thank you for the saving
 Of me; 
 body, soul & mind 

Not Candy on The Top

 Not Just Candy on the Top
 Shining, glorious
 On top
 That bright red
 Gleaming, glistening
 On top of whipped crème
 A most delicious berry
 Just a nice add-on
 Makes it more enticing
 Milkshake underneath
 Solid, frothy
 Coming closer to being
 But tis an unnecessary
 Does not decrease
 Or increase
 The shake beneath
 Or detract from its
 To make us wish it
 To devour
 I sometimes think
 Of God & Christ
 We have made
 Like that cherry
 That piece on top
 of stuff
 A small enhancement,
 Merely a small piece
 Of fluff
 In comparison to
 That solid milkshake
 Rest of our lives
 Are we really going to
 Wait until our body dies
 To see reality,
 God’s importance,
 Why wait until that time 
 Of crisis?
 Today, make God
 The solid majority
 Of your life
 Desire most 
 The Lord
 Of all the angelic hosts
 The center of your being
 As ephemeral you become
 & more fleeting!

In the Beginning

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 In the Beginning
 Chronicle  I
 In the beginning there
 Was nothing outside of Heaven
 So, in the beginning
 God decided
 To create
 For Himself
 A World
 He hummed, “You know, Son
 We have so much to share
 Of kindness
 Love, joy
 Sometimes I feel
 I might explode
 Or implode
 I cannot hold
 It all in
 any longer.”
 So with a whirl
 And a twirl
 And a small jiggle
 Or was it a wiggle
 God created
 His earth.
 Gleaming, shining 
 With life
 It glowed
 Just to show
 Its Creator’s Glory, 
 This story of 
 His Love
 Slowly, He stroked
 With one gentle hand
 The lion’s mane.
 “Look, it’s heart beats
 I think I just
 Might keep 
 This one.
 But you know what 
 I think I need me
 A Man.”
 “What is a man, Father?”
 “Just watch.”
 He blew on the dust
 And with one single thrust
 Of one finger
 He raised him from the ground.
 God smiled.
 Happy, pleased and joyful,
 He turned to his newest son,
 “Welcome to life, Adam,
 And this,
 Your new Paradise!”


 Climbing these marble steps
 Approaching your throne
 Is like coming to the edge
 Of a deadly, roaring fire
 Yet, like the moth
 Myself I cannot stop
 Ecstasy, bliss to be consumed
 Within your fire!
 The energy your put forth
 It has eternal worth
 Heaven’s very light
 Shining rich & bright
 Your Fire!
 Too close & I will die
 But again, I long, I sigh
 To live within its flames! 

Eze 1:27: from his waist up he looked like glowing metal as if full of fire and that from there down he looked like fire;. . brilliant light surrounded him.

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