The Bible


For years the Scriptures have been taught

From pulpits, roadsides, rich and poor abodes

By men who knew freedom, men who were bought

By men with pure motives, men with evil intent.

 

Down through the centuries Scriptures were heard

There were some who listened, some with deaf ears

Some who believed all, some questioned the Word

Still down through all history the Bible it came.

 

To great discredit some of the teachings were wrong

When man used the Scripture to further their cause

Twisted, manipulated and piece milled it along

Proof man’s heart can be evil and misuse anything.

 

The glory, comfort, understanding that rains down

When man sets to teach the truth from the Bible

In every city, by-pass, every village and town

By those who take responsibility for what they teach.

 

No other document, no other such proof

Has challenged, inspired, revealed, explained

Been misquoted, used, freely given and kept aloof

Than the Holy Bible which is still alive to this day.

 

Regardless of education, status or wealth

The Scripture can be absorbed by all hearts

Those who are healthy those in ill health

When the Holy Spirit guides the reader along.

 

Don’t take it lightly, don’t deny its power

The layers of truth in the Scripture found

Hear it, listen, find strength for the hour

For your own salvation take it to heart.

        d.f.a.v. 7/23/14

–Donna

Exalt His Holy Names


Jehovah Jireh – The Lord will Provide*

God Almighty – El Shaddai!

Glory, hallelujah, let it ring

Eli Maclekhi – God My King!

El-Gemuwal – The Lord God of Recompense

I honor You with every sense!

El Hakabodh – The God of Glory

Author, Creator of my story

It is to You Jehovah – I Am who I Am

Exaltation be Your holy name!

Jehovah Tsid Kenu – The Lord our Righteousness

Elohei Chasdi – God of kindness, goodness, faithfulness.

Honor, glory to You El Rai – God seest me

El Bethel – Abide in me

Elohim – True Creator God, Divine, Deity.

Father, Son, Spirit – Glorious Trinity.

                d.f.a.v. 7/22/14

–Donna

**Names of God from Dr. Tony Evans Praying God’s Names

The Piece That’s Missing

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A yearning deep within me,
An ache I can’t explain.
If I could only look and see
The source of the pain.
As if a hole existed
Deep within my heart,
The plug’s address is listed
That Jesus is that part.
Life is beauty and ugly
Laughter and bitter tears,
In Him all things can be endured
For His love casts out our fears.
Yet, I cling to the comfortable,
Though I know it is wrong,
Jesus though draws me closer
He sings to me my souls song.
When I ask Christ to enter
In my heart to take His place
Faith in Him lets me see Him
Though I don’t see His face.
Jesus fits the hole exactly
The ache for the missing gone
Thank You Lord for saving me
I no longer face this life alone.
Is there an ache within you?
A yearning you can’t explain?
Then turn right now to Jesus,
You’ll never again be the same.
He is strength for the hour,
Courage for each and every day,
Follow close His teachings
He walks with You every way.
Expect your ordinary living
Christianity is no free pass pill
But to the joys and sorrows
He is grace to cling to if you will.
d.f.a.v. 7-21-14
–Donna

Poems that Influenced Me #1

I’ve written poetry since I was in the fifth grade. But as a youth in middle and high school I was greatly influenced by a book of poetry my mother purchased with a title I cannot remember exactly. I’ve tried to track it down, for as the book was lost in a house fire, I’d love to own a copy today. I’ve been unsuccessful.

The book contained the poem titled, The Hell Bound Train, among many others such as Casey at the Bat, and Where Have You Been Billy-Boy. But the poem I first mentioned made a huge impression upon me. The poet, like the book, seems impossible to track down. Many people claim the poem was written by a now deceased loved one but no one has presented evidence to prove the authorship. On both sites, allpoetry.com and poemhunter.com, the poem is listed as being written by anonymous Americans.

Clearly the poem would be considered dated in light of many things about Christianity and sharing the gospel today. But it got my attention some thirty odd years ago and I share it with you today. I have inserted pictures which, of course, the poem was not published with. –Donna


A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motly crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,

Rich men in broadcloth, beggers in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together-O God, what a site!

While the train rushed on at an awful pace-
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.

Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.

And out of the distance there arose a yell,
‘Ha, ha,’ said the devil, ‘we’re nearing hell!’
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.

But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
‘My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.

‘You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust.

‘You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.

‘You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you through,
For it’s only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire,

‘Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore.’
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high

Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never road the hell-bound train.

Anonymous Americas

Not One of my Finer Moments

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Lord,

A simple trip to vote.

All chatter stops.

Four faces stare at us

Four mouths gape open

Four sets of eyes go ‘pop’!

 

Three fingers point to the left

One finger points at herself

Driver’s license, signature,

Ballot, pen, worn-out cardboard “booth”

Oh ladies I’m not deaf.

 

“Did she have only one leg?”

(Well, yes, it won’t regrow,

MIA, it is gone, gone, gone.)

“Is that why traffic stopped?”

(Yes, firemen stopped the flow.)

 

“That man? Son? Grandson?

(No, not the son or grandson.)

“Husband? No, really?”

(Yes Ladies. Husband.)

Is this experience done?

 

Lord, can You tell me why?

Why people think I don’t hear

Their whispers and remarks

Why today of all days

They had to reach my ears?

 

How did I ignore them?

Keep a smile on my face?

Say thank you?

Wish them a good evening?

As I wheeled out of the place?

 

Not one of my finer moments Lord.

You know that, somehow though

I didn’t cry and didn’t even want to.

Didn’t bring it up to my husband.

Just at 2:06 a.m. to You.

 

It chokes off my breath

Like something swallowed wrong

Not one of my finest moments

But You and I are the only

Ones who know it hurt so long.

        d.f.a.v. 7-16-14

–Donna

Cottage by the Sea- At the Beginning

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Dear God:
Last night I closed and locked the door
You know, THE DOOR to THE ROOM!
Yeah! We did it Lord!
Relieved and grateful- -
I wheeled out and sat on the deck,
Watched the moon reflect on the water
The dark waves break white on sand
Throw themselves like reckless teenagers
Against the cliffs and jutting rocks.
A yacht has dropped anchor
Right in the silvery path of the moon
People visible dancing
Women throwing their head back in laughter,
Men moving about in rhythm
It is like a silent movie
Which suits me fine,
The moon
The waves
The near black and white picture
This is the image I long for.
So I drink my coffee, breathe the salt air
Feeling so good the room is cleared
The shelves are dusted
All the issues,
The painful memories,
The ugly sins in my life
All
Confessed, prayed over
What a huge relief!
And…
This morning during quiet time
You speak gently, quietly
Go into the room
We’ve business there You say
And I open the door
And I wheel in to see
The shelves are buried in
Boxes and lumpy, smelly packages
These You’ve moved from
Deep storage….
No silent movie or
Moonlit waters and breaking surn᤾f
Refreshed, I look to You
I know there’s work to do
Here in this secret room
In the Cottage by the Sea
And I ask,
“Where do You want to start?”
You answer, “At the beginning.”
Okay.
.d.f.a.v. 7-14-15
–Donna

A Blessing

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The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily material possessions.-
Homes are needed but if empty,
If you live in it alone,
Your threshold ever welcomes friends,
Or kin,
A showcase can be cold and heartless
If no love grows there.

The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily fame or fortune
Fame can be fickle and fortunes lost
With the opinion of the world
Or the stock prices for the day or
Wars overseas
Fame can become bitter and fortunes
Burn up in flames.

The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily found in relationships
If those aren’t based on Christ
Eternally what have you in common?
For if you know Christ and they don’t
Did you share Him
Or did you fear offending them so much
You let them be?

The blessings in a life
Are often found in the intangible
Moments that God gives you
A spouse believes in you
A child admires you
God hears You
Your friends and family share your
Joys and sorrows.

The blessings in a life
Are given undeserved and freely
To carry you through grief
And harder times
     Times of discouragement
          Times of breathlessness
Always to divide our hearts
    And carry on with life.

The blessings in a life-
Come in all shapes and sizes
All levels of giving to one another
When life grows
And lives merge
And hearts crumble.
d.f.a.v. 7-13-14

–DONNA

Carry Me Back

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I will always remember -
Walls folding back in ICU
Grey turned green and blue…
Arms lifting me were strength itself
Heartbeat in rhythm beneath my ear…
The water running so swift
The human eye couldn’t see…
Trees so ancient they embodied time
Sunlight and leaves a dappled canopy…
Rock with cradle worn smooth
Warmed by a sun older than time…
Healing water that washed death away
Restoring my health and mind…
Having no fear or a bit of doubt
Knowing You had me from the start…
You chose to heal me ten years ago
This I am certain this I do know
Here I am on borrowed time still
Seeking Your healing within Your will…
The river was as real as Heaven itself
Healing divine and so undeserved…
I remember the river silent and sure
And the sound of Your heart forever more…
Carry me again to the river so sweet
Allow me again to hear Your heartbeat,
d.f.a.v 7-11-14

Maybe

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Maybe there isn’t only one defining decision of our lives.
Maybe everythings not threatened by one loose thread we forgot to tie.
Maybe the corner turned isn’t unforeseen everytime.
Maybe the circumstances couldn’t be any better yours or mine.
Maybe we’ve all done the best we could with what we understood,
Maybe these storms will sweep the mud from our eyes like a flood.
Maybe fences exist for very practical reasons.
Maybe doors and windows bang down so time comes in every season.
Maybe the sun will set this evening and the moon arise.
Maybe the stars will twinkle in the dark as God loosens their ties
Maybe there isn’t one falling star to wish upon or do you find,
Maybe because its the wishing you need to leave behind?
Maybe your dream isn’t of failing but of success.
Maybe not trying is easier than being hurt you confess
Maybe the last breath you take is the one already on loan
Maybe you forget your last breath is known by God alone
Maybe it isn’t belief or faith you’re lacking in yourself still
Maybe if you let go and let Him, He can and He will
Maybe the footsteps you hear are your own on the path.
Maybe the rain billowing down drenching you is a wild bath
Maybe these trials are like pearls warmed by the sun.
Maybe they are strung together with knots not to be undone.
Maybe they form the ladder you’re to be climbing to see
Maybe, just maybe, you’ve known all along what would be.
Maybe somewhere deep inside you where you hide
Maybe that door is flinging itself wide open to the outside.
Maybe this is your time to rise to God’s desire for you
Maybe it has been there all along for you to do.
Maybe the parachute isn’t as necessary as you think.
Maybe wings you can’t begin to see won’t let you sink.
Maybe the pearls are every grain of sand ever in your way.
Maybe minute pieces of the mountains He’s brought down for this day.
Maybe life’s pressure, time, and the raw power of nature
Maybe they’ve made the pearls you are climbing so unsure.
Maybe instead of having to know why it is or is not,
Maybe that’s the absolute least important question you’ve got.
Maybe you aren’t defined by individual moments in time.
Maybe it’s the whole enchilada, the whole rope of pearls, yours and mine.
Maybe all we really have to know is God LOVES US SO.
Maybe this is the moment of faith, leap, trust and let go.
Maybe our wings will appear when our feet touch the air,
Maybe we’ll fly, soaring free without effort or care.
Maybe we’ll find we aren’t ready after all to leap
Maybe we need more time at the Master’s feet.
Maybe, but something tells me this is our moment to soar,
Maybe we’ll sail over oceans and land to heavens door.
Maybe, just maybe, all we need is faith for this moment.
But we’ll never know if we sit hunkered down like we’re dormant.
Maybe He says “Yes!” to the prayer, or He says “No!”,
Maybe He sometimes says” Wait” or sometimes says “No my child no!”
Maybe it’s past time we listen before we act.
Maybe if we did there’d be less that we lack.
Maybe we’re ready and are too doubtful to know
Maybe we can’t hear Him cry, “Fly my child! Go!”
Maybe, just maybe, but what is it I know you do not my friend?
Maybe nothing, maybe something, maybe everything I need in the end.
Maybe…maybe has no place in our lives after all
Maybe we’ve forgotten when it is all over, Satan falls.
Maybe…maybe itself has no right to any of our parts
Maybe we’ve forgotten Jesus lives in every opened heart.
Maybe life has its maybe’s, uncertainties and untruths
Fact is Jesus is coming again, very soon, that’s the truth.
Maybe it’s time we dig our heels in and do the Lord’s will
Maybe there’s still time to save even one more from Hell.
2-3-14 & 7-9-14
–Donna

Winged Prayers

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If prayers were winged creatures

That flew between our hearts and God’s

I can see those of urgency

Breathless, panting when they reach

The ears of God…

Or those prayed in confession

For sins of omission and commission

Flying with heads bowed down

Ashamed, embarrassed when they reach

The ears of God…

The prayers prayed in intercession

For someone’s hurt and pain

That fly with determination

Confident, willing when they reach

The ears of God…

Prayers for healing or provision

For needs of health or life

Come flying in to carry pleas

Humbled, wanting when they reach

The ears of God…

The air in Heaven would be

Crowded as far as You could see

Alive with the sound of wings

Beating, flying when they reach

The ears of God…

Yet You hear every prayer

No one goes without Your attention

No lines or triage situations

Loved, welcomed when they reach

Your ears Dear God…

        d.f.a.v. 7-9-14

–Donna