Vowed to follow You anywhere, Wherever You said, "Go", But, it was never convenient, Thought You'd never know. Promised to glorify and honor You, Regardless of life's circumstances. Yet, serving at the wedding wasn't fun. I hid Your truth as I joined in to dance. Said I was praying for those around me, Citing their sins and misdeeds, But, You said, "Love your neighbor" Maybe I just misread? Saw the harvest out the window, Started eagerly out to gather them in, But the sun it was so hot, Later, in the cool, I'd go out then. Living my life I heard You calling to me, Ever echoing as I went, "Adam, where are you"? But, hey, You're God, I figured You knew, Shutting my ears I kept on doing what I do. Pledged to feed the hungry on the streets, Thought of rescuing the drowning woman, But, God it was never-ending stream of need, Casually I disappeared, I slipped away and ran. Thought You and I were solid until Death, judgment came for me, I hear faintly an echo of Your call long ago, What I see in Youe eyes, I am shocked to see. Every broken promise since I knelt at the Cross. Every time I put You off to do my thing. Every broken soul my eyes denied they saw. Finally I hear the music, the words to the tune I sing. What have my broken promises cost? Will You now break a promise to me? Will I hear depart from me, I never knew you? Which decision is the one You now see? The Lamb's Book of Life opens with a whisper, What is on its pages, is my name still written there? Weakly I look to see where I am pointed, Your unbroken promise, my name is here. ----dfav 1/25/2021
Archive | February 2021
America? O America, where are you? No sight of you from our dwellings where COVID, Government mandates and fear of one another Has turned our homes into our tombs. Liberty Bell? Where is your peal, your ringing? No sound from you, no bell rings out, just Madness, yelling, screaming, audio chamoflauging That America's heartbeat has died. Lady Liberty? Why is your beacon darkened? Who swooped in and stole your light, The melting pot you pointed the way for Has turned off your purpose, will you be toppled next? Old Glory? Do those stars and stripes fly anywhere still? Flags are burning and stomped on, Degraded, slashed, fouled with the hatred of so many O Glory my eyes long for the sight of you. Mighty Eagle, Have you been shot from the sky as well? Who clipped your majestic and powerful wings, Have your nests and young been shred? Are those tears in your eyes flowing down too? Freedom? Where did you last go down? Who drove the last nail in your coffin? Whose hollow bullet stopped your heart, When did the bill for your cost come due and go unpaid? Christians? Do you still exist, even underground? Not talking about denominations, or religion, Not talking about a list of do's and don't but Those with authetic, life challenged, Bible believing BELIEVERS. America? O America, where are you? Who grieves the loss of a 244 1/2-year-old country? Who recognizes you even died? Is there any or enough of you left to give us hope? God? O Holy Father, I know where You are. You are here, You are always here. For such a time as this You have raised us to exist. Father God, guide me, what would You have me do now? ---dfav 1/23,25 & 2/1/2021
Where We Are
Eyes are weeping, weeping, Rivers overfill their banks. Still the eyes keep weeping, weeping. Blinded no more by evil's lies, That freedom could be free. Eyes are weeping, weeping. Ears are hearing, hearing. Stolen lives for many reasons. Innocent blood those ears are hearing, hearing. Silenced no longer by ignorance, Life's blood is a gift of God, Ears will keep on hearing, hearing. Tongues are tasting, tasting, The bitterness and bitterness of sins, Palates aren't cleansed tongues are tasting, tasting. Sour, smokey, rotten, hot, Shovels are force feeding ashes Tongues are tasting, tasting. Hearts are shattered, shattered, For goodness can't be found. Worthless promises, hearts shattered, shattered. But the Evil Beast is well fed The flesh and bone of the vulnerable and innocent Hearts completely shattered, shattered. Arms are empty, empty. Children, the young, the old victimized. By those whose souls are empty, empty. No longer does any one breath fresh air. Is there hope or is it too dead? Arms achingly empty, empty. Souls are turning, turning. Some to view the Eastern sky. Souls are turning, turning Some to continue to rob, murder, steal. Some strain to see their Jesus, Souls are turning, turning. Ears are hearing, hearing. Eyes are seeing, seeing. Tongues are praising, praising. Hearts are rejoicing, rejoicing. True, forever freedom is arriving, arriving. Arms lift hands towards, heaven, heaven. ----dfav 1/25/2021
Abortion Isn’t “Just” an Issue
Show me, please, What part of you when cut, Does not hurt? Does not cause you pain? Tell me, please, Why drop of your blood isn't red? The same color as mine? Waiting. Explain to them, please. When you face them in Heaven, How much more important you were, Than them. Look into their eyes, please. This is the person you tried to erase. Face your Creator and the one you helped create And justify. Talk to a barren woman, please. Whose heart starves for what you trash? Tell her how her pain is nothing, But yours is not. Look, please. Innocent blood is on your hands, On the father's hands, Abortionists hands are drenched. See, please. The wealthy, now wealthier From harvesting your childs organs. See what they stole. 31,160,121. Lives aborted. From 1973 to 2018, Sobering. ---dfav 2/1/2021
Across the expanse of all of Heaven
Where sun glints off the streets of gold,
Translucent glows the gates of pearl
Every being there prepares for all to unfold.
Angels ready their flaming swords to defend,
Saints cry "Hosanna to the Lamb of God"!
On Earth believers cry out for intervention
Jesus waits for The Father's knowing nod.
A brillant, gleaming white and perfect steed
With no need for man's jangling bit or harness
Stomps and sparks fly beneath his hooves
He's ready for the Christ's return with no distress.
From the blue, green and brown planet spinning
All citizens watch the final approaching of the end
Hearing the saints still cry out the name of Jesus
Our Savior, Redeemer, Resurrected friend.
God welcomes these newest travelers
Knowing each and every individual testament,
For He's seen the evilness trapped in Satan's plan
Of those who even turned from the love He sent.
Every eye with sight, physically or spiritual mind
Sees God stand and silence falls like a purest snow
Without hesitation, seeking any advice or guidance
God speaks firmly and all understand He's always known.
"Welcome Home, my children, welcome home!"
From the Cottage-by-the-Sea, (2021, #3)
There's been a storm for weeks now. Sometimes sitting off shore and churning, Sometimes bashing at the door howling, No way to venture out for anything. Feels safe here, or at least it did. Yet the howls are now clear voices, Yet the winds are now vital choices, Safety is fast becoming an illusion. An army seems to wait to lay to waste, Everything in the storms pathway, Everyone who looks for a new day. A battle is raging and no one listens. Your Word is my deepest comfort. Statements of joy, love and hope, Statements of calm, peace, a way to cope, My heart cries out for intervention. Your presence, Your Holy Spirit, Wraps me in Your unfailing arms, Wraps me close though the storm alarms. My eyes must stay focused on You. Your Voice keeps me focused. You tell me to trust solely in You, You remind me You will see me through. You are my unwavering strength. Outside the storm is raging, Been stewing, blowing for months on end, Been hammering, cursing, it is not my friend, Dear God, will this ever be over? To the East a different rumbling, Does the storm not yet understand, Does the unbelieving again defy Your hand? Will the clouds part any minute? There are wonders still approaching, There are winds He will quiet by speaking. The world outside is passing. There's a Homecoming in the Heavens, A celebration on golden streets, A celebration, hear the multitudes feet? Going home, going home at last. The Eastern clouds are parting, The storm can no longer block the view, The Christ is here for us, this journey through. My body rises upward in the sky. There's a Homecoming with the Father. Going home, going home at last. Going home this weary life has past. No more storms, no sin, no tears. Going home, going home at last. ---dfav 2/1/2021