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
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
His footsteps shuffle down the hall
A forty-three year walks like he’s ninety,
Where once he walked with purpose and strength,
Now he drags shadows of illness that upon him fall,
As if in his life he’s given his all-in-all.
His dear, dear face is guant and drawn
Whiskers grow in new shades of gray and white,
Upon his face lines of faith wet with tears
He shuffles down a path on Winter’s Lawn
Searching for another days sun to dawn.
His breath is shallow and he is worn
From the walk from bed to bath,
He struggles to sit down before he falls,
This man whose heart to God’s he’s sworn,
Beloved husband and father now so forlorn.
His body wastes away more each day,
Doctor’s have no hint of what’s wrong,
A “let’s see what happens” kind of attitude
Have they heard nothing of what we say?
How can he live on in this fading way?
He’s walked by faith over half his life
Believing God, You’d always see him through,
Trying to give You, Lord his all-in-all,
For twenty-three years I’ve been his wife
Witnessing this cuts like a thousand knives.
His head now on his pillow lays sweet,
Exhausted from walking a twenty feet trek.
And I watch over him as he has me before
Is he still breathing? I check in his sleep.
As my heart clings to our God and I silently weep.