Photo by alleksana
When Coca-Cola only came in a bottle
now seems like halcyon days in my mind.
I know there is no such thing as the good old days,
still it was the simplest of times.
We had one car families and all walked to school,
time moved slower because it had to.
There was not such a rush to grow up and move on.
The days were full and the nighttime warm.
When Coca-Cola only came in a bottle
all was right in my world.
Photo by Anni Roenkae
Weary days of fear and foe
Deep purple pain just won’t let go
All through the day and into the night
Grief and anger fires burn bright.
My country weeps and cracks inside
Believers pray and mother’s cry
Dear God please hear us as we pray
We are sorry that we act this way.
Deep purple pain upon The Cross
No one else could pay the cost
Let us walk in your Salvation now
and humbly at your feet bow down.
Photo by Lisa Fotios
This snow takes me back to Memphis.
A little girl with a crooked smile.
Oh how magical that Christmas was.
Boot prints of Santa on a snowy blue lawn.
So secure in the dreams of that gospel mile.
Daddy was my hero, such warm and simple times.
Of all the rooms my life has passed through,
Memphis was the sweetest time I ever knew.
Photo by Musa Ortaç
Shadow Boxer
glitters like gold!
Shapeshifter lies
have all been told!
His candy is poison
but sure taste sweet!
He shadow boxes
down on Deception Street!
Shadow Boxer betrays
with silver, he stole!
His beauty hides his
evil lust for control!
oh your fall from the heavens
like a burning star
shook the deep of this earth
what a falling was there!
Photo by icon0.com
my eyes are like thunder when people tell me lies
they say no hell is below us and above us only sky…
only a fool would say such a ludicrous thing
to tread upon God’s Holy abode and say it has no meaning!
Holy storm of Truth come blow through the threshing floor
let those who will seek find Your direction home…
Photo by Ashutosh Jaiswal
Truth has stumbled into darkened streets.
Honesty no longer matters in our media elite.
Truth is not to each his own.
Truth is Jesus Christ alone.
Photo by Ricardo Esquivel
Have you ever had the strange sensation of having traveled off the map of your own existence?
It is like moving in a mysterious land where you only know a smattering of words in that language and feel so far removed from your core being.
Some scholars call this some kind disorder of adjustment but I disagree.
I find this to be a time of challenge and exuberance in this journey.
A bigger lens through which to view the magnificence of this great pilgrimage, from the cradle to the grave and beyond…
then just as quietly or quickly some sound or smell or jolt of love for someone brings me back home.
I am now standing in my familiar dimension and even though I do not feel totally whole in this earth shell…
I know that I belong here for now until I know that I don’t anymore.
…And you will know the Truth, and the Truth will set you free.” John 8:32
Photo by Matheus Bertelli
Her tiny toddler body lays wrapped against mine.
Her breathing is God singing, His Love her sigh.
No guile no malice no doubt or fear.
Her precious hands show me God is near.
She whispers my name as she falls asleep.
Never a sweeter word has been spoken to me.
My heart could burst open when I smell her sweet head.
If there is a treasure on earth more than this I choose this song instead.
Photo by MESSALA CIULLA
I remember the good and leave the worst
I fill all my pages with rhyme and verse
Not much of it will matter to most
But some will understand the cost
I see a good day and leave the night
I paint a picture of the Hope in God’s light
May it never be said that I didn’t try
to speak the truth and expose the lie
This is the message we have heard from Christ and declare to you:God is light, pure light, and in Him there is no darkness AT ALL! 1 John 1:5
Photo by Tainá Bernard
You thought I never noticed you
in those hallowed halls of high school angst.
Like Breakfast Club we each played a part
and everyone said I would break your heart.
You thought I was a Golden lady with no scars.
You said my blue-gray eyes shined like silver stars.
Truthfully I thought no one really cared.
Only you could see that I was a little scared.
You were my best friend and always true.
I went to the parties and always looked for you.
You were too afraid to come my way
and then you faded black one day.
Years came and went till we met again.
We talked and laughed until the sun shined in.
We professed our love and gratitude out loud.
Friends to the end we made that vow.
Now I am old and you have crossed the pale.
I can see the halls of heaven prevail.
Nobody ever was or had a friend more true.
How wrong you were to think I never noticed you.
(this is dedicated to Tim C.)
