When the full light of God's being
Is shone into Your heart
What becomes visible unseen before
What remains when the shadows depart?
When God calls for blinders to fall
Scales to drop from your eyes
What is the truest picture revealed now?
What stretches toward the Son, what dies?
When the truth of who God is, has been
Slams against your false beliefs
What do you recognize now as truth
What shackles fall so you have real relief?
When we believe we believe in Jesus
Never realizing it is a false assumption
What happens when honesty bursts forth
What truth comes with the revelation?
----dfav
4/6/2021
Our beloved and determined daughter,
Who has turned away
From all that is God,
All that is holy,
All that is truth.
Who willingly offers their soul
As long as it is far from all that is The Way.
Since your birth we have been with you,
Every triumph, every tear
Cheering you on to adulthood,
Everything true,
Everything pleasing to God,
Pointing out pitfalls,
While allowing your to face your fears.
Now you have chosen to go
Down paths we cannot walk with you,
Paths of deliberate sins,
Lakes of deceit,
Canyons of evilness.
We love you always and forever
But, choose evil, we cannot do.
Though you have rejected the core of us,
So you can walk this dangerous road,
The choice is yours to make,
The maps you have drawn,
At least you think you have.
This leg of your journey is yours to travel,
These are your steps, it is your load.
Our beloved, strong-willed daughter
Though physically we cannot follow you,
Still every single day,
Multiple times we will pray
You will make it through,
That the final cost of your choice
Is not the heart and soul of you.
---dfav
3/29/2021
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
Aromas drifting through the house,
Calling our names to the door,
What is under the pot's glass lid?
Steam has the contents slyly hid.
Carrots, garlic, onion, beef,
Beans, peas and whole kernel corn,
Chili powder, salt, pepper, potatoes,
And of course beef broth and tomatoes.
Cooked it low and very slow,
Noses teased and mouths are watering,
Cold outside and Mama's soup in the pot,
We all line up we want it nice and hot.
Before the spoons dip into our bowls,
We pause to thank the Lord above,
For the food that's He's provided us,
And how much Mama clearly loves us.
----dfav
10/15/2020
With aching heart I turned to God,
“How can she treat me so terribly?
With no respect or understanding?
Dismissing my love so carelessly?”
I quickly named Him a top ten list,
Of the examples of her rude behavior.
And followed that by all the things
That left me with a bitter flavor.
When I at last grew silent and waited
For my Father to validate my hurt,
He said softly, “My Dear Child”,
You too have stomped my feelings into the dirt.”
Puffed up with foolish pride I said,
“No, my dear Lord, never have I!”
But I caught hold of countless memories,
That could fill the canvas of the sky.
The times I failed to thank Him,
For His provisions of the day.
Or times I didn’t try to hard at all,
To follow anything He had to say.
By my actions I have denied His place,
As my God, my Savior and Friend.
Truth is, I all too readily forget
To speak to Him for hours upon end.
Aren’t my sins what condemned my soul?
Aren’t they what put Him on the cross?
Wasn’t I the one upon His mind,
When the Son paid my sins cost?
Suddenly my complaints sound small,
My head is clearer and I can forgive,
I will think about my own attitude,
Pray harder for the life God have me live.
Before I can cast a stone at someone,
For a wrong they’ve done to me,
I must first be without sin myself,
My relationship with God where it should be.
—dfav 7/18/17
Yesterday Lord, the place was crowded.
People everywhere promising so much,
With expectations and dreams so bright,
It all seemed so possible in the bright light.
This morning Lord, the crowd has thinned.
Some have left afraid of the possible pain,
For the route to success is no longer in sight,
The support they all promised took flight.
It’s you and me in this ongoing struggle,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow I know,
Regardless Lord of what I can see,
You are always right beside me.
Can’t base my walk with You, Lord,
On other people’s interpretations,
May this life with You be between You and I,
Help me live by Your will until the sweet by and by.
dfav 5/30/17
The America I know?
She’s resilient and strong.
She’s feisty and determined,
Been the underdog in the fight,
But, the America I know?
Believed in fighting for the right.
The America I know?
Cared for her own.
Cared about values and honesty,
Even when the price was high,
But, the America I know?
Seems to have forgotten why.
The America I know?
Has given the blood of her finest,
Has wept with the broken hearted,
For the human rights of her own
But, the America I know?
Has fought for others like her own home grown.
The America I know?
Set today aside to observe,
Those fallen military personnel
Who have given the ultimate sacrifice.
But, the America I know?
Could heed true Godly advice.
The America I know,
Shouldn’t forget God comes first,
That our freedoms came with a cost
And we can’t stop paying the price.
The America I know,
Honors the ones making the sacrifice.
dfav 5/29/17
Thoughts gather about the ones
Whose lives once intertwined with mine.
Who invested prayers and time
To try and help me my life to shine.
The loved ones I hold so dear,
Whose paths have gone to another time.
Who are at peace and now have no tears.
To not miss us, those who’ve been left behind
It must just be the notion we’re coming soon,
As if we’re only next door or in the next room?
We’ll be there before the clock strikes noon?
Perhaps that is what death truly is,
A passing from the earthly to Heaven’s room?
Still I think of them and grief makes me sad.
Oh, the Homecoming we will surely have
When at last we’re all gathered home.
To be in the presence of our Holy Father,
And know from Him we’ll never more roam.
All together we will love God more,
And so love one another in our Heavenly home.
I can remember those gone and smile.
Today Lord, I pray,
For these fellow brothers and sisters
Who for church homes they do seek.
We know there’s a place for them
To draw encouragement from every week.
Not a place for their entertainment,
But one where they can actively participate.
Not just on church committees,
But among those whose needs are great.
A church that still believes in the Bible.
Believes that it teaches right from wrong.
A congregation of God worshippers,
Who hear and mean the lyrics of their praise songs.
No church we know is perfect,
Comprised of flawed human kind,
But guide them to Your choice for them to serve You,
And help them understand what they find.
dfav 5/12/17
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