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Friday, November 25, 2022


It is said that your eyes are windows
Through which you can see your soul
Everything that enters has significance
Either good or bad, I’ve been told

Since from childbirth Satan controls you
He will tempt you with things that please
Things that are attractive to the eye
Becoming an unquenchable desire disease

He will parade sin before your eyes
Something to make you think it is good
The more you give in, the more it comes
Trapped, stopping it, you know you should

He will show you things you shouldn’t see
Things that will make you blush and shudder
Make you want things you shouldn’t have
Cause strife between you and your brother

The eyes want thus, the eyes want that
There will be no end to the yearning
the inner turmoil that your spirit feels
Keeps those wants and desires burning

There are times when your eyes need washed
So that you can make correct decisions
How to see past all of Satan’s conniving
And accept his wiles as nothing but derision

Then your eyes will open to the truth
God’s wisdom will invade your very soul
Things that Satan tempted you with
Are seen as hay and stubble from Sheol

Your eyes can be trained to see good
How to overlook the things that condemn
Once taught to follow the good and narrow
That path teaches you how to avoid them

Your windows can see both good and bad
It is up to you what you allow to come in
You can revel in the good things from God
Or you can continue to surrender to sin

Wednesday, November 23, 2022


You don’t have to stand behind a pulpit
Or be on a praise and worship team
Don’t have to teach a class Sunday morning
Or be able to interpret prophecies and dreams

You don’t have to drive the church bus
Or be on the elder and deacon board
All you have to do is be willing
With what you have to share the Lord

All you have to do is speak out
Let His love from you freely flow
Have the courage to honor your convictions
Let the Jesus inside you outwardly show

You don’t have to be a public speaker
Or be a well-known gospel star
He has equipped you with what you need
He will use you just as you are

All it takes is faith, a little courage
To make sure the gospel seed is sown
When you do He’ll be by your side
You will never have to witness alone

Tuesday, November 22, 2022



Wilma was in the kitchen washing dishes
When she heard the doorbell ring
Muttered, “Now who could that be?”
While drying her hands, untying apron strings

She opened her door for her best friends
Betty Bump and Hilda Guard came in
The biggest gossips in the neighborhood
Had news about a neighbor’s terrible sin

“Did you hear about Wanda and Wilbur?”
“She knocked him out with a frying pan!”
“What did he do? Why did she hit him?”
“Does it matter? After all, he is a man!”

“The police came and took them away”
“They had to put them in separate cars”
“I wonder what will come of it?”
“Who cares! It’s juicy news so far!”

“Wilma, you go tell Rachel and Ruth”
“Betty, you need to get on the phone”
“Hilda! What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go tell Sally and Joan!”

They went on their gossip assignments
This news they just couldn’t keep in
Sadly, none of them remotely realized
That their gossip was definitely a sin

What they did was cause more strife
Thinking their gossip would do no harm
All it did was accelerate the problem
From a private spat to a public alarm


 It is porcelain and white
And has a room of its own
Every day you will go there
You will find it in your home

It has been called a library
A place to go and read
Although not very comfortable
It will satisfy your need

Others call it a throne room
But you won’t wear a crown
You’re in there for a reason
And then you flush it down

Some will call it a crapper
Using the inventor’s name
That name is used a lot
The inventor is to be blamed

It’s been called many names
A potty or thunder mug
I prefer the name of a toilet
As its seat, I sometimes hug

No matter what it’s called
This one thing I do know
You better hope you find one
If you really have to go!

Friday, November 18, 2022



There is something little boys want
When they get one they squeal
A toy that makes them happy
It’s a little car called Hot Wheels

In a blister pack, they come
In all sizes, shapes, and forms
In every color under the rainbow
Doesn’t affect how they perform

On the floor they create magic
Because they make little boys smile
Back and forth they quickly race
Covering untold countless miles

They are an indestructible toy
Created for a child’s hard play
Stomped on, hit with a hammer
They endure abuse every day

It’s a toy for all the ages
One that will never grow old
When I think back on mine
My memories are sharp and bold

Older ones are rare, sought after
Collectors, they pay big bucks
When they find a real beauty
They daydream, considering it luck

I’ve seen many grown men cry
When they find one they once had
Reminiscing about times long past
When their toys made them glad

Thursday, November 17, 2022



Have you ever tried online dating?
And much to your surprise
The person you end up meeting
Is totally repulsive before your eyes

The online photo that you saw
Was of someone quite petite
The person standing before you
Has size sixteen triple E feet

If they have all of their teeth
It would outnumber their hair
And when they try to sit down
It takes two side by side chairs

Their cheap perfume is overpowering
To cover their body odor, it tries
Along with sweat, there is filth
Their wrinkled clothing, no surprise

One size fits all doesn’t apply
They are wearing a wrinkled tent
By their height and mighty girth
For food, all their money was spent

They look at you with unbridled love
While you look for a place to hide
Being polite means don’t be rude
Even though you’re cringing inside

So, if you’re into online dating
And they look too good to be true
Chances are it very probably is
Their picture should be the clue

Wednesday, November 16, 2022


As my golden years have arrived
I find I am losing my touch
Everything I pick up I drop
And it annoys me, oh so much

I find it is so much easier
To just throw it on the floor
I know I will drop it anyway
Like so many times before

It makes no difference what it is
It will slip from my grasp
Those fingers will also fail me
If I try to undo any clasp

Buttonholes become the next issue
That makes me want to cry
Buttons too big, holes too small
The ensuing torture makes me cry

I find my arms are too short
And sometimes they are too long
My eyesight dictates their length
Focusing on an object, always wrong

Sometimes I find myself on my back
How I got there, I don’t know
The ground reaches out, grabs me
As I writhe in pain down below

I find I don’t bounce near as well
As I did when I was a kid
The stiffness I feel the next day
Dictates how my health has slid

Here I am in my golden years
I can’t see or grasp anything
I can’t stand up or button my shirt
Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Tuesday, November 15, 2022



He was just a simple fisherman
When a man approached him on the beach
Something about the man intrigued him
And to an agreement they quickly reached

The man asked him to go with Him
To put his nets and fishing aside
Told him that he had a calling
To be “Fishers Of me,” with Him coincide

That day he took a step of faith
To follow a man he did not know
In time there were eleven more
All to follow Him, destination unknown

He watched this man perform miracles
Heard Him teach the Word of God
In awe he watched Him raise the dead
Always meek, unbelievers deemed Him odd

By his faith, he walked on water
And then he faltered and began to sink
The Master reached out, offered His hand
And raised him from the watery brink

The priesthood labeled Jesus dangerous
Even though He never committed a crime
They considered His words blasphemous
His demise was only a matter of time

Peter watched as the treachery unfolded
Was shocked when Judas betrayed Him
In the shadows, he was at the trial
Knew that Jesus’ survival chances were slim

In the crowd, he was recognized thrice
And afraid, he vowed he knew Him not
Immediately he heard a cock crow
And in anguish, he wept, remorse he fought

Peter was just a simple fisherman
A man that the Savior had sought
He went on to be a mighty fisherman
He proved it by the souls he caught

Monday, November 14, 2022



He came running through the brambles
Snorting and cavorting amidst the trees
On all four legs, he was a flying
He was being chased by a swarm of bees

Every sting made him bellow with pain
And he was getting stung a plenty
He just couldn’t get away from them
Unfortunately, there were way too many

Up ahead he could see an inviting pond
And made a beeline straight for it
With a leap and a mighty splash
Submerged, hoping the bees would quit

When he surfaced to fill his lungs
They honed in and popped his nose
With a gargled bellow, he sank again
Until he felt mud between his toes

He knew they were up there waiting
Knew it was just a matter of time
He was going to have to get out
And as a target, he was surely prime

Desperate, he began to weaken
If he stayed there any longer he’d die
He decided that he had to get out
Or at least he had to give it a good try

With a mighty bellow, he surfaced
And the winged assassins took their toll
Weakened, he went down for the count
Became a burger on a sesame seed roll!

Friday, November 11, 2022


When He comes knocking on your door
Will you go and see who is there?
Or will you ignore, refuse to answer
Decline to listen to what he shares?

And if He keeps on persistently knocking
And you refuse to let Him come in
It means you’re comfortable where you are
And you will keep on committing sin

The knocking on your door you will ignore
And will continue to turn a deaf ear
Over time that knocking will fade away
Your response to Him was crystal clear

But if that knocking makes you curious
Then there’s a chance you will listen
The truth to you will become revealing
And in remorse, your eyes will glisten

That knocking will then become a tugging
As your heartstrings, He will pull
And then as the Holy Spirit convicts
Your repentance will be honest and full

Whether the knock is subtle or loud
He will continue until you say no
He will cry because He truly loves you
Knowing that to Hell you will go

If you get very quiet you can hear it
That gentle knocking in your heart
Our precious Savior has come calling
His love for you will never depart

He stands patiently at your heart’s door
Waiting for you to let Him come in
He will save you just as you are
With His blood, He’ll wash away your sin

Wednesday, November 9, 2022


The snow, it is falling
I’ve got a bad head cold
The water pipes are frozen
My goosebumps are bold

The car battery is dead
The dumb thing won’t start
The driveway needs shoveling
Not good for my heart

The streets are ice covered
I’ve got places to go
The temperature outside?
It’s a balmy twenty below

Sidewalks are treacherous
For this wary old man
Going out concerns me
And I do the best I can

The medicine cabinet is full
Cough syrup, antihistamines
The only one that is well
The druggist’s finances, it seems

The doctor’s offices are full
They are a haven for disease
I’ll only go if I’m dying
In my hanky, I will sneeze

The house is very drafty
By the fireplace, I will stay
Shivering, all I wish for
Is a warm summer day

My sheets must be flannel
My covers, at least three
Burrowed deep inside them
Is where you will find me

Because winter lingers
It always has its way
Makes sure that I’m miserable
As its might it displays

The sun comes up mid-morning
Goes down late afternoon
All I can possibly wish for is
Spring! Please come soon!



All God wants is our praise
When we don’t He feels mocked
When neglected He will rely on
Praise from all of the rocks

A rock has no feelings
It is a cold, inanimate stone
But when God seeks them out
It is because He feels alone

It would be an astounding thing
Listening to the rocks praise Him
It would also be quite humbling
Realizing our failure deep within

If all of the rocks praise Him
It would be fantastic when they cry
The din would be deafening
As they sing praises on high

I never want to hear them
It would mean that I have failed
That is why I worship Him
Unto Him, my praises loudly sail

Scripture reference - Luke 19:40

Tuesday, November 8, 2022



Is that all there is to it?
To say the words “Forgiver Me?”
To get down on one’s knees
And offer up a simple plea

Is that all there is to it?
It seems there should be more
The simplicity of it astounds me
To attain eternal life’s open door

Is that all there is to it?
To be forgiven of our sins
To confess that you’re a sinner
And be cleansed without, within

Is that all there is to it?
Then why do people still rebel?
Why are people so intent
On spending eternity in Hell?

If that is all there is to it
Then salvation is easy to receive
All it takes is some faith
And a willingness to believe

If that is all there is to it
Then on my knees, you’ll find me
I’ll be basking in my Savior’s love
I’m where I’m supposed to be

Monday, November 7, 2022



In our darkness, we often stumble
Over barriers constantly in our way
We struggle to maneuver around it
Only to face another unfortunate delay

This is the sordid story of our lives
Satan makes sure it stays that way
He constantly places things before us
It is sin in various shades of grey

Sometimes you can see it clearly
And others it will be highly obscured
Yet in your darkness, it’s always there
Distorted, transfigured, and blurred

This world was stained for us
By a being that knows us very well
He’s the master of lies and deception
He wants to take all of us to Hell

He knows how to use the darkness
In order to help us live a sinful lie
He knows that when he has us
Our future is to sadly eternally die

He is comfortable in the darkness
In the shadows, he bides his time
His intentions are nothing but devious
Helping us to commit an eternal crime

Out of his darkness comes temptation
Its sole purpose is to seduce
When we allow it to enter in
We are lost, a piece of lonely refuse

Saturday, November 5, 2022


Lulu pansy stood up very tall
Beneath the sycamore tree
With many others, she stood
She was an inconspicuous me

She longed to be a tiger lily
Standing tall, facing the sun
She was short and very squat
A very inconspicuous one

She dreaded the spring rains
She hated to get her feet wet
She would rather be a cactus
Have her feet in the sand set

There was a pesky rabbit
Who on pansies did feed
She saw him watching her
He was hungry, yes indeed

Ever inching forward, he came
Nose twitching in the air
He honed in on her
Wanting to nip, it wasn’t fair

Other pansies hid their faces
From him tried to hide
One by one, he did eat
Until he stood by her side

Big Bertha, the bumblebee
Under Lulu Pansy, was hid
When the rabbit took a bite
You’d be surprised what she did

Rabbit had a mouthful of bee
Big Berth stung his lip
Emitting and injured bunny cry
Left Lulu, from pansies, he slipped

Lulu Pansy is now safe
She’s satisfied with her size
No more will the rabbit come
Doesn’t want another surprise!

Thursday, November 3, 2022



The moon was high in the sky
When he heard the coyote yelp
He instantly knew what it was
His family was alone with no help

To a shutter, he immediately went
Old Joe was lying on his side
An arrow was in clear sight
He knew that Old Joe was dead

He woke his wife and his sons
Loaded the guns by fireplace light
He had no doubt what was coming
For their lives, they’d have to fight

They were twenty miles from town
Their nearest neighbor, ten miles away
If they were to survive the night
Then they desperately needed to pray

They barricaded the heavy cabin door
By the windows took their place
Shutters were closed, the rifle slots open
Had grim looks on each face

They watched as the barn was lit
Saw their stock burn to their dismay
Heard the bawls of their milk cow
As it roasted amidst the burning hay

In the moonlight, they saw movement
Saw figures creeping their way
Taking aim, they began to fire
Intending to make the Comanches pay

There were too many, this they knew
And it was only a matter of time
They knew the door would be breached
They’d be victims of Comanche crime

They were huddled in a far corner
Were prepared to forfeit their lives
Shotguns were loaded with buckshot
Their last resort would be their knives

The door was about to cave in
The women began to sob and cry
The men placed themselves in front
They would be the first to die

Above the shrieks, they heard gunshots
Then the thunder of hooves outside
The Comanches began to slip away
Taking their wounded, those who died

In the barnyard were Texas Rangers
They had been out on routine patrol
They saw the fire and came running
Hoping in time to save their souls

Gathering around, they thanked the men
Then on their knees, thanked the Lord
He had heard their prayer just in time
Sent them help against the savage horde


Little Polly has a good job
Working in a berry patch
Twenty cents a quart she’s paid
Unfortunately, there’s a catch

She has a quota to fill
For her, it isn’t very easy
She eats every other berry
Her stomach, it gets queasy

Money, she doesn’t make much
But to her, that’s all right
She never does go hungry
Has a belly full every night

She does just barely enough
To not get herself fired
Would have to do something stupid
Something ridiculously dire

Every day she goes to work
Down in that berry patch
Stuffing her face fast as she can
She eats half of her batch

Her boss, he was losing money
His berry supply, it dwindled
He had to do something
He felt he was being swindled

Little Polly, she got fired
No more berries will she pick
Her stomach problems haven’t stopped
Now rhubarb makes her sick!

She takes a bite and grimaces
But she eats it anyway
The bitterness makes her gag
She eats two pounds a day

Rhubarb, it makes you go
It cleans you out real quick
That is if you really like it
And it doesn’t make you sick

Her new boss, he likes her
His crop, not much she eats
The rhubarb, it is safe
She spends time on the toilet seat

Wednesday, November 2, 2022



The day had begun like any other day
The sun was quickly warming the air
A dust cloud was seen in the distance
Signaling that someone was coming there

Excitement was obvious in Jerusalem
The Ark Of The Covenant was coming home
No more would it be held captive
No more would it wander and roam

From distant Obed Edom, it had journeyed
The children of Israel were accompanying it
A place in the tabernacle had been prepared
A fitting place for it to reside and finally sit

As it drew near the music was heard
Cymbals, harps, horns, and tambourines
The trill of the Israeli women’s voices
Above the music was so sharply keen

But what caught everyone’s attention
Was the man who was bringing it here
In stark contrast to everyone else
He was nearly naked, yet had no fear

Before his God, the man vigorously danced
Leaping high into the air, he sang praises
Not caring about his physical appearance
Nor how many judgmental eyebrows it raises

King David was joyously worshipping the Lord
Humbling himself, he proudly led the way
Jerusalem’s tabernacle was prepared, ready
To receive the Ark that homecoming day

By debasing himself his God was pleased
The blessings to David, they overflowed
By honoring God with his ecstatic dance
His humility to Israel, he then showed

Tuesday, November 1, 2022



She knew that she was being followed
She could tell by the whispers in the wind
That uncanny feeling she was being watched
Was something she couldn’t possibly rescind

Sarah was going home from a friend’s house
At ten thirty the streets were just barely lit
Dark shadows were foreboding all around her
A wind was blowing, the rustling wouldn’t quit

The first inkling that she might be in trouble
Were the footsteps she could barely hear
When she stopped to listen, they did the same
Her first reaction was to cry out in fear

“Who’s there?” she cried, “What do you want?”
In return, she could hear the footsteps begin
Picking up the pace, she saw a street light ahead
Ran for it, looked back where she had been

A dark figure emerged from behind a tree
And began to slowly stalk, come her way
Only one thought then crossed Sarah’s mind
“Am I going to die or get raped today?”

She cringed as he came into her sight
He began to giggle as he drew ever near
She was so terrified she couldn’t move
Cowering, she trembled, then burst into tears

In moments he was towering over here
Reaching down for her, he laughed out loud
In an instant, something miraculously happened
A figure appeared, descending from a cloud

With a mighty hand, it grabbed her assailant
Picked him up and violently hurled him away
From the ground, the man looked and panicked
Then got to his feet, much to his dismay

The figure glared at him and then hit him
The man crumpled and laid at his feet
The man would remember this night forever
How an angel he did so drastically meet

The angel turned to Sarah, nodded, and smiled
And then he disappeared before her eyes
The rest of her way home was uneventful
Her rescue, she didn’t believe was a surprise

She knew that she had a guardian angel
Had been assigned one when she got saved
Tonight she got to see him in action
In her mind, it would always be engraved

Monday, October 31, 2022



It was nine o’clock on Halloween night
Candy dish empty, trick or treating was done
The front porch light had been turned off
Seeing all the costumes had been fun

She had just settled down on her recliner
When the front doorbell began to ring
With a sigh, got up, went to the door
“I’m out of candy! Can’t give them anything1”

She opened the door, but no one was there
Then stepped outside and looked around
The sidewalks were vacant, totally bare
Not a trick-or-treater could be found

Puzzled, she went back to her chair
Then heard loud pounding on her back door
Cautious, she made her way to the kitchen
Peeked out a window to the same as before

Again, her front door was incessantly ringing
She took her phone and dialed 911
What had started as a happy evening
Turned into a night where terror had begun

A police car came to a screeching halt
And two officers came to her front door
She told them what was happening
She was trembling, scared like never before

With their flashlights, they began their search
And minutes later they were at her door
They had found and caught the culprits
A ghost and goblin, squirming like never before

“Ma’am, I believe that we have caught them”
They announced with smiles on their faces
“Do you recognize these little criminals?”
“Do we take them both to jail in disgrace?”

She recognized them as her neighbor’s kids
And she knew that they were very scared
She smiled, and then shook her head no
Fixed them hot chocolate, from jail was spared

Friday, October 28, 2022



Ahoy, matey, and listen to my tale
Of high seas adventure under canvas sail
The jolly roger flag, I flew it high
Aboard my pirate ship, the Nellie Blye

With a cutlass and a crew by my side
No merchant ship from me could hide
Many’s the ship sent to the ocean’s floor
We’d ravage and pillage, then look for more

Our ship’s holds, they were treasure filled
Gold, silver, and pearls, for which we killed
A reward for our heads, it was a kingly sum
We scoffed at it over a keg or two of rum

Many poor souls we made walk the plank
At the end from under oot, we’d yank
The sharks they circled, waited for a meal
We could hear their cries and their squeals

When the voyage was over, treasure was divvied up
It could be doubloons, silver, or a gold cup
Back to port to gamble and drink it away
This was a typical pirates life every day

Then out to sea for another heist try
Never knowing if it was your day to die
Awake from my dream I was suddenly shook
Today I’d read more from my pirate book

Thursday, October 27, 2022



The aroma wafted through the air
Swirled and mingled with her hair
The undeniable scent of autumn
Was so obviously there to share

At a local farmer’s market, she was
An event where she went every year
to shop, sightsee, and enjoy herself
The rejuvenation she needed was clear

The scent of cinnamon was present
Along with the ever-present maple
S’mores being cooked over an open fire
Apple cider, a time-honored staple

Pumpkins were piled, orange pyramid
Huge pine cones for sale in a sack
Ham and beans cooking in a kettle
Indian corn in a multicolored stack

The craft tables were overloaded
From homemade quilts to knitted scarves
Candles of many shapes and scents
Wooden signs that were hand-carved

As she shopped, a breeze picked up
Bringing down showers of leaves
Hues of red, brown, and yellow
Were the bright colors her eyes received

The plethora of sights and sounds
Combined made it a pleasant afternoon
On her way home, she happily smiled
Mentally made plans to come back soon

Wednesday, October 26, 2022



The porch light was on
The candy dish was full
The candle in the pumpkin
Cast shadows on the ghoul

He was waiting for them
A Bigfoot costume, he wore
He hoped he was frightening
When he opened the door

The doorbell began to ring
He saw ghosts and fairies
Batman, Hulk, and Thor
And others just as scary

As he turned the light off
The doorbell rang once more
He opened it and stared
At something never seen before

It was very tall and lean
It had an oversized head
Two oval eyes, no mouth
It filled him with dread

To a spaceship, it led him
Then they hurtled through space
Landing on a distant planet
Where he met another race

They stood eight feet tall
Were covered with long hair
Had feet that were oversized
With big red eyes, they glared

They took a look at him
And began a gibberish laugh
His costume didn’t fool them
From him, ripped it in half

Now he is a spectacle
And much to his dismay
Daily, he is on exhibit
On a planet so far away

Tuesday, October 25, 2022



To own your own home
It is the American dream
A place that is finally yours
Is so right, so it seems

So, in debt; you deeply go
Payment due monthly on time
If you happen to miss just one
It’s like you’ve committed a crime

Insurance is another nasty word
An evil you have to have
Another expensive monthly payment
Making them rich on your behalf

Then you have the utilities
In your wallet, they eat a hole
Money, there’s never enough
If a payment’s late, they cajole

Property taxes, they are vicious
Making you pay for what is yours
When they are due, it is hard
To make the payment as years before

Finally, in your golden years
When it all belongs to you
You are forced to give it up
You have the nursing home blues

So, why even consider owning a home
If it’s going to be taken away
Deny the government the opportunity
Live with your kids until Judgement Day!

Monday, October 24, 2022


He was born to be a skeptic
About everything he always questioned
Always seeing the negative side
His skepticism became an obsession

Everything had to be proven
It was the only way he believed
Evidence had to be irrefutable
Nothing else could he conceive

Proof, to him, had to be shown
And he still had his doubts
Even when it was ironclad
He’d examine it, within, without

He never took anything for granted
He always had to have proof
He always took it to extreme
His friends considered him aloof

One day he observed a miracle
How a man arose from the dead
He reasoned that it couldn’t believe
Then chose to doubt instead

He had to witness it for himself
If it was true or a cunning lie
No way would he believe it
In his mind it he quickly denied

Then Jesus stood before him
Offered nail-scarred hands and feet
Doubting Thomas doubted no more
His skepticism went down in defeat

He asked forgiveness for his doubt
Knelt and acknowledged the Lord
His skepticism he put behind him
His faith increased like never before

Friday, October 21, 2022


It was a hot sunny August day
When he arrived, parked the car
From the trunk retrieved his bucket
He didn’t have to walk very far

He was wearing coveralls and boots
Had canvas gloves, a hat on his head
Into the woods, he quickly entered
Out of heat into coolness instead

The trail he followed, it meandered
To his destination ahead, a ravine
Where bits of glass, and pottery were strewn
Everywhere they could be seen

Research helped him find this dump
It was the original for his town
Here he would spend the afternoon
Where local history could be found

Climbing in, he began to dig
Using a trowel, sometimes a knife
His goal was to find antique bottles
He had done it most of his life

Slowly he began to move the dirt
Listening for the clink of glass
It could be almost anything
From a medicine to an embossed flask

Countless horse and cow skeletons
He had found and dug through
Hundreds of women’s high-top shoes
How they survived? He had no clue

For every good bottle, he found
Dozens of broken ones he’d find
That was to be totally expected
It was something he didn’t mind

Slowly his bucket began to fill
An amber whiskey, an old ink well
An embossed local pharmacy flask
It was perfect, he could tell

A pontiled marble, cast iron truck
An early embossed amber Coke
He dug a perfect stoneware jug
From the midst of iron wheel spokes

Tired, he headed for the car
He thought about what he had found
Antiques to add to his collection
By just digging in the ground

His finds today, they were worth
Two hundred dollars or more
His cost, a bucket of sweat
And hands that were pretty sore

It was something he liked to do
He never knew what he would find
Every time he would go back
Hoping to find that one of a kind

A bottle digger’s life is dirty
They are usually in an old dump
Looking for relics from the past
Underneath those dirt clod clumps

From time to time a prize he’d find
He’d hold it up high and smile
That’s what he liked the most
It made his efforts so worthwhile

Thursday, October 20, 2022



Caleb pulled out of the barnyard
Pulling his buggy was “Little Joe”
He was on his way to town
He had six long miles to go

He knew he’d go by the Miller’s
He knew he wouldn’t go slow
Jacob would be watching for him
From past experience, he did know

Jacob liked to race his buggy
He had a nice mare named “Dot”
The duo had never lost a race
He bragged about it a lot

Up ahead was the Miller farm
Little Joe picked up the pace
Jacob was waiting for them
And he was itching for a race

Jacob pulled out right beside him
Shouted, “C’mon, Dot! Let’s go!”
What started as a friendly challenge
Turned into a deadly Amish show

Side by side they carelessly raced
Each one trying to get ahead
Little did each other know
That their horses would be dead

Side by side they crested a hill
Five miles outside of town
Neither one saw the truck
That put the racing pair down

A truck hauling chickens hit them
A mighty cloud of feathers flew
The boys were bruised and broken
Their horses were turned into glue!



Wednesday, October 19, 2022


In my life I have but one desire
To be drenched by His crimson flood
I want to be so thoroughly soaked
I’m washed clean by His precious blood

I want to experience its healing power
As it takes away my aches and pains
That rejuvenating power flowing in my body
A healthy body would be my ultimate gain

I know that power is available to us
I gained access when I got saved
Because my Lord Jesus shed it for me
My path to Heaven has been crimson paved

When it dripped from that rugged cross
That blood was given for you and me
From His birth, His fate was prophesied
He was to fulfill a most holy decree

That blood, I want to bathe in it
Have it penetrate deeply into my pores
Feel His power surge through my body
And change me like never before

To some, this may sound outlandish
It’s because His presence they have never felt
I really don’t care, it’s what I want
To completely transform this body I was dealt

This world is all about His holy power
And how it was changed by His blood
That’s why I long to be drenched
I want to stand under His quenching flood

Saturday, October 15, 2022


He was on a ruthless killer’s trail
The reward on him was temptingly high
Being a bounty hunter, life was hard
A fact that he simply couldn’t deny

He was deep in the High Sierra Mountains
That was where the killer’s trail led
His hair stood on the back of his neck
Any mistake and he would be dead

His horse’s ears suddenly cocked
Telling him that someone was close by
Double checked his pistol, it was loaded
He knew he wouldn’t get a second try

he knew all about the killer’s reputation
That he was lightning-fast with a gun
In all of the gunfights, he had been in
The killer was good and had always won

The hunter knew he was better with a rifle
With his Colt, he was fair, so-so
He knew if he was going to survive
His cunning he would have to show

Around a pile of rocks, he slowly went
On his holster, he laid his hand
On the trail waiting was the killer
Knowing kill or be killed was the plan

The killer slapped leather, went for his gun
And the hunter awkwardly did the same
Hot lead was flying in both directions
They were engrossed in a killing game

The killer’s bullets went soaring overhead
As in a moment, he suddenly dropped
His shots then connected, the killer was dead
His reign of terror had finally been stopped

There was only one reason that he survived
And that he wasn’t lying there dead
The very first shot that he had fired
He shot his horse in the back of the head!

Thursday, October 13, 2022



I wonder if God gets tired
Of bailing His children out
Over and over rescuing us
Because of unbelief, we doubt

I wonder if He keeps score
Or if seventy times seven applies?
Does He, on His throne, reflect
About why we make Him cry?

I wonder if He ever gets lonely
Wanting a relationship, so bad?
I wonder if He feels unwanted
How our neglect makes Him sad?

I wonder if God gets tired
Of listening to people whine?
Instead of standing on their feet
They expect help from the divine

I wonder if God gets tired
Of listening to repetitive prayer?
Wishing people would trust Him
And know that He is always there

I wonder why He patiently waits
For us to come to Him?
He knows we all won’t do it
That worldwide salvation is slim

I wonder if after a hard day
If all He wants to do is rest?
Sifting through all of the requests
Feeling He was put to a test

I wonder why He loves us
When to Him, we turn our backs?
I wonder why He doesn’t give up
Start all over, His love retract

I wonder if God gets tired
Of daily putting up with me?
I wonder if He is waiting
For me to be what I can be?

Wednesday, October 12, 2022


                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                WHEN YOU WANT TO QUIT
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                WHEN NOTHING EVER FITS

                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                WHEN YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH

                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                REPENT AND PAY THE COST

                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                THE SAVIOR, OH SO DEAR

                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                BEING TOLD WHAT TO DO
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                THE GOSPEL, OH SO TRUE

                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                IT TAKES COURAGE TO OBEY
                AND DO IT WITH HIS LOVE

Tuesday, October 11, 2022



He had finally hit the lottery
He had drawn a grizzly bear permit
A prize he had always coveted
In fact, he could hardly believe it

He had contacted an Alaskan outfitter
And through him had booked a hunt
Had practiced shooting his bow
With broad heads and field points blunt

Now he was sitting in a blind
Overlooking the crossing of two trails
His outfitter had guaranteed him
That this blind had never failed

At dusk, he was ready to leave
When he heard footsteps nearby
He knocked an arrow in anticipation
Get a bear, he sure was gonna try

He saw a dark shape materialize
Crossing the trail near his blind
He was at full draw immediately
Through his peep sight target did find

He released and watched his arrow fly
And his shot was straight and true
Into the ribs of a massive bear
Its loud roar was his satisfying clue

From his blind, he quickly stepped
And in moments he was dead
He thought there was one bear
To his dismay, there were two instead!

Monday, October 10, 2022



Whistling through the wind, they came
Landing squarely on His bare back
Ripping, tearing out chunks of His flesh
A cat-o-nine tails was on the attack

With each brutal stroke, His blood flew
As the man grimaced, endured the pain
Each stroke was worse than the one before
His composure He tried to retain

The whip was covered with His blood
As was the one inflicting the blows
the man was becoming unrecognizable
As from His body, the crimson flowed

The savagery made the onlookers sick
They hid their faces, they were ashamed
An innocent man was accused, convicted
Of blasphemy, he had been falsely blamed

Whistling through the wind they came
Each one enhancing the pain even more
How He withstood it, only he knew
His fate? He knew what was in store

To the cross, He was forced to go
To die there while hanging on a tree
A broken body so horribly crucified
His blood flowing for you and me

When you hear whistling in the wind
Stop and think about what it means
Then remembered what our Savior endured
And how His blood washes us clean

Friday, October 7, 2022


There's nothing more startling
Than a pair of big red eyes
Peeking in your bedroom window
Can make a grownup cry

Even what is more startling
From ground to sill is nine foot
There are no ladders out there
What you see is a Bigfoot

It stares at you most intently
Its curiosity makes it stare
Those red eyes are surrounded
By long and stringy dirty hair

With nose pressed to the glass
It lets off a subtle whoop
Followed by a very shrill whistle
Calling its hidden family group

The window is full of eyes
Bright red, glowing in the night
All watching, taking it in
Illuminated by the bright moonlight

One moment they are there
The next and they are gone
Looking out the bedroom window
You watch them cross the lawn

On the ledge, you put an apple
Maybe a marshmallow or two
Hoping that during the night
Bigfoot will again visit you

Wednesday, October 5, 2022


I wonder what it was like
When Adam and Eve took a bite?
When their eyes were carnally opened
While standing naked in the light

I wonder what they were thinking
When Satan whispered in their ear?
The way he turned God’s word around
Making God’s command not clear

I can imagine God’s disappointment
When they partook of that forbidden fruit
How their disobedience opened the door
And the world became Satan’s loot

I wonder if when God banned them
Did He, in His disappointment, cry?
Knowing that because of Satan’s deception
Adam and Eve had spiritually died

I wonder about the earth’s curse
And the changes that God made
How He turned a perfect world
Into a place to cause utter dismay

I wonder about all the animals
And how their diet drastically changed
How from eating grass to each other
Must have been awkward and strange

I wonder if as the couple left
If in remorse, they looked back?
They left a garden of plenty
To a life of struggle and Satan’s attacks

Tuesday, October 4, 2022



Ranson Booker was a mean old cuss
His reputation? He liked to fight
His opponent? It really didn’t matter
Always ready, morning, noon, or night

Rough and tumble is what he did best
Bite off an ear or gouge out an eye
A kick in the groin for good measure
More than once his opponent had died

From miles around, they came to fight him
He boasted he had never been beat
No matter big or small or two at a time
He fought in rain, snow, cold, or heat

He’d shake their hand, come out swinging
It’d be over in no time at all
He would get a big grin on his face
As he would watch his opponent fall

But then one day he finally met his match
Drunk, he picked on the wrong man
Off the stage, he had just got into town
He was quiet, had a Bible in his hand

The man said, “Mister, I’m not afraid of you”
“Because I have the Lord on my side”
“But if you think that we have to fight”
“Then your desire will not be denied”

“Mister, Now I will tell you a little secret”
“With my Lord, I’ve never been whipped”
“He has someone assigned to keep me safe”
“He’s beside me during any hardship’

Ranson reared back his head and roared
At the man before him, he took a swing
What happened next was told for years
How Ranson’s whipping was a terrible thing

Ranson’s swing in mid-air was blocked
And a giant fist smashed into his face
From the floor, he glanced at his opponent
What he saw brought fear to his face

A being towering over him was waiting
Dressed in white, he stood eight feet tall
It looked down at Ranson with contempt
Waiting for Ranson to stand, answer the call

With a roar, he was back on his feet
With every swing, his opponent wasn’t there
For some reason, his punches didn’t land
He finally gave, beaten, in total despair

The man approached and spoke to him
“Mister, you did well, better than most”
“Who you just fought was my guardian angel”
“His name is Micajah, a heavenly host”

“Mister, I don’t know why you like to fight”
“I’m figuring it is all because of pride”
“Something tells me that you’ve killed before”
“Will you tell me how many have died?”

Ranson looked at him, tears in his eyes
“Mister,” he said, “tell me who you are”
“All I know is how to fight mean and dirty”
“It is all I’ve ever known how to do so far”

The man looked him square in the eye
Said, “God sent me here just for you”
“He told me to tell you that He loves you”
“That He has something for you to do”

Ranson stood there with tears in his eyes
“Tell me about this God that you know”
“All my life I have had to continually fight”
“And in return, I have nothing to show”

The man shared with Ranson the gospel
Micajah stood watch, always by his side
A mighty battle inside Ranson was raging
Between Satan and the one crucified

On his knees, Ranson cried out to God
Asked Him to please forgive his sins
A wave of love completely engulfed him
He was blood cleansed, without, within

Ranson bowed his head and softly spoke
“That was the hardest fight of my life”
The man spoke, “Mister, you had to win it”
“Or else your life would be continuous strife”

Ranson spoke, My reputation? What do I do?
There are men always looking for a fight”
“Do I tuck my tail? Do I run away?”
“Please tell me!  I want to do what is right”

“Mister,” the man said, “you’ve no need”
“You don’t ever have to fight again”
“You have been assigned a guardian angel”
“For you, he will always battle and win”

“When someone challenges you, takes a swing”
“Just remember your life in the past”
“No longer must you retaliate, defend yourself”
“For God will come to your rescue, fast”

“You are to tell them about what happened”
“How you fought a fight you couldn’t win”
“How a tussle with an angel brought you”
“The peace you now have now deep within”

“I am not saying that it’s going to be easy”
“Satan will send many wanting to test you”
“You must turn your cheek, absorb the blow”
“Allow the love of God to be a visible clue”

“Others will see how you have been changed”
“They will ask questions, want to understand”
“Share how that trying to whip a guardian angel”
“Helped you to become a better man”

Monday, October 3, 2022



Every time that I move
I say it’s the last time
It’s a task that I dread
I am not in my prime

First, you must pack it
And then label each box
Make sure that your dishes
Aren’t mistaken for socks

The new home must be cleaned
Your old one! it will too
Where you get your energy
You really have no clue

Furniture is not getting lighter
Which my back can attest
When carrying down a stairs
I try to do my best

I know something will get lost
Something else will get broken
Get tired, tempers will flare
Regret things hastily spoken

Then comes putting it away
There’s not enough room
If you get upset, go outside
Seeking solace in your gloom

Then comes cleanup time
Piles of boxes, packing galore
Only thing comes to my mind
Is what I said before

I have moved my last time
My next move? In a box
It will be my eternal casket
One not labeled socks

Friday, September 30, 2022


The road to Hell is a six-lane freeway
Traffic is bumper to bumper all the time
The travelers are on a one-way street
Because against God they committed a crime

The crime they committed is one of omission
They have refused to allow the Lord in
Now the road that they are traveling
Is scenic and beautiful because of their sin

This road will satisfy every carnal desire
Makes sure that it is pleasing to the eyes
The being that is in charge of this road
Uses everything to deceive and surprise

On this road, there are no rest stops
Once you’re on it you’re there to stay
Satan makes sure that he owns you
On his road, he wants no possible delays

On this road, there are no exit ramps
Nothing to hinder you or cause delay
The farther you go the hotter it gets
Your destination creates nothing but dismay

This dreaded road has been there forever
Many’s the person who took that road
They were deceived by its incredible beauty
Not realizing what was their final abode

On that road, there are no road signs
At the very end, there is an inviting tunnel
Enticing, it may seem to the travelers
In reality, it is Hell’s entrance funnel

The speed limit? It gradually increases
The closer to Hell the faster you go
What started out as a pleasure trip
Is a one-way ticket to eternity below

This six-lane freeway needs a detour
Rerouting the traveler to the cross
That one-way road to be redirected
For the salvation of the dying and lost



Thursday, September 29, 2022



He set the empty on the bar
The bartender brought another brew
Before him, a dancer on a pole
Made him take a closer view

She gave him a wink and smile
He smiled at her in return
Figured he’d wait until closing
His lust being his only concern

He closed the door behind her
Got in and started the car
His apartment was nearby
They didn’t have to go very far

Into his bedroom, he led her
With one thing on his mind
Something unexpected happened
An explanation, he couldn’t find

He heard the sound of a crash
And to the window, he went
Saw something that amazed him
As raptured saints began their ascent

He saw a very bad wreck outside
In the distance, he saw flames
Sirens were in the background
It seemed that nothing was the same

Then he remembered something
He had gone  to church as a child
How he thought it was boring
And had rebelled and gone wild

Now he had missed the Rapture
Because of the pleasure of sin
Without the Holy Spirit’s presence
His situation was impossible to win

In a panic, he fell to his knees
For forgiveness, he pleaded his case
To deaf ears, his prayers arose
He lost his chance of saving grace

It would haunt him for eternity
Knowing that he had been a fool
He traded Heaven for going to Hell
Because he thought sin was cool!

Wednesday, September 28, 2022



Christians are known by many names
Some are uplifting, and some exalt
Christians are also depicted as losers
Regardless of whether it’s their fault

Some Christians are truly devout
They showcase their faith every day
Truly they are the epitome of Jesus
Their way of life is on constant display

You also have the self-pronounced
They wear their faith on their sleeve
They want you to notice them
Hoping their stand you will believe

Christians come in any shape or form
Their church attendance is questioned
You have the ones always there
And those seldom there are mentioned

But the most dangerous of them all
Are the ones designated C.E.O.
Christmas and Easter Only attendees
Are the ones God doesn’t know

God warns about being lukewarm
That from His mouth He will spew
And to ones known as C.E.O.’S
That is what He will probably do!

Tuesday, September 27, 2022



    She had a trio of cute bunnies
    They were similar, almost the same
    She pondered on what to name them
    And came up with confusing names

    One bunny  had a white foot
    And another one, it had two
    The third had three white feet
    Telling them apart, the only clue

    The first one she named it Foot
    The second one was Foot Foot
    And to make things more confusing
    The third was named Foot Foot Foot

    It instantly became a mouthful
    Especially when it was dinner time
    “Foot!, Foot Foot!, Foot Foot Foot!”
    She’d call them in sing-song rhyme

    Foot, she would come a running
    Foot Foot, she’d be close behind
    Foot Foot Foot had other intentions
    He had one thing on his mind

    Before very long you could hear
    The patter of tiny stocking feet
    Foot and Foot Foot had given birth
    Stocking’d offspring for her to meet

    The naming process began again
    There were Foot bunnies to be named
    Foot Foot also had a large litter
    Foot Foot Foot, he was to  be blamed

    One was named Foot Foot Foot Foot
    Another was called White Stockinged Feet
    The mouthful soon became a nightmare
    Frustrated, she gave up in defeat

    Now when she calls them to dinner
    She, with a spoon, beats a pan
    Has to hurry to get out of the way
    The bunny stampede gets out of hand

Monday, September 26, 2022



I can’t imagine being Peter
Of all the many things he saw
The miracles that he witnessed
After he accepted the Master’s call

I can’t imagine walking on water
And then have fear take hold
I can’t imagine how he felt
When Jesus did his faith scold

I can’t imagine following Jesus
On His one-way path to death
Being told that His life was ending
Peter denying it with angry breath

I can’t imagine the Last Supper
When Peter asked, “Is it I ?”
One by one the disciples asked
Judas, his guilt, he couldn’t deny

I can’t imagine in the garden
When they came to take Jesus away
The anxiety that Peter felt
His sword was on defensive display

I can’t imagine being Peter
As to the trial, he secretly went
How he, with tearful eyes
Watched Jesus being Golgotha sent

I can’t imagine the remorse he felt
As three times he loudly denied Him
I can’t imagine how painful it was
The cock crowed three times from a limb

I can’t imagine Peter having to face Him
Knowing that in truth he had failed
I can’t imagine being forgiven
By one enduring a cross, hammer, and nails!

Friday, September 23, 2022







Thursday, September 22, 2022


There’s a cabin nestled deep in the woods
Long ago abandoned and in need of repair
It was discovered purely by accident
By a man, weary, broken down by despair

At first, he was hesitant to go inside
But his curiosity overcame his fear
Besides that, a bad storm was coming
By the thunder, he knew it was near

The ramshackle door was off its hinges
The windows were dark and broken out
A cold rain began to soak the old floor
There were holes in the roof, no doubt

With broken wood scraps, he built a fire
Then found a dry corner for his bed
From his knapsack, he pulled a can
Pork and beans, he was barely fed

In the flickering light of the fireplace
On a nearby shelf saw a tattered book
His curiosity got the better of him
He decided he had to take a closer look

In his hands, he held a dusty old Bible
Belonging to a family that was long gone
He took it closer to the warm fireplace
And then read it until the break of dawn

In that cabin that night he found Jesus
He poured out his heart about his life
Shared with the Master all his problems
And how his life was so full of strife

He asked Jesus to please forgive him
Face down on a rain-soaked cabin floor
Felt a love and peace totally engulf him
It was something he had never felt before

That old cabin, it still stands out there
Waiting for another sinner to come along
If one does on another miserable night
Jesus will lead him to where he belongs

Through the years the total added up
Of the ones who had met the Lord
In a cabin nestled deep in the woods
They now hold services in one accord

Wednesday, September 21, 2022


When the Holy Spirit comes calling
Patiently waiting for you to respond
He tugs your heart, then waits
Conviction, a tool He depends upon

A response is all that He desires
Either yes or a very hesitant no
When opportunity arises He’ll come back
Not giving up to the one below

He’s used to being shunned, ignored
But give up on you, He never will
The ministry He has here on Earth
Is something that He must fulfill

He knows there are millions dying
And to Hell, all are destined to go
Over and over again He will try
To stop that vicious Hell bound flow

But first, you must stop and listen
When that conviction comes your way
Realize who is talking to you
And then turn to Him without delay

Failure to respond will condemn you
To an eternity of total despair
But responding to Him and repenting
Wins an eternity with One who cares

Tuesday, September 20, 2022



It starts with a single teardrop
Descending your cheek, it drops
Down below it becomes a pool
Gently falling, it cannot stop

Some drops are for conviction
When your life, it is displayed
Other drops are for repentance
Shed as your sin washes away

More drops are shed for cleansing
As you’re washed white as snow
Those tears, they keep on falling
Proclaiming a changed life they show

Change comes by shedding a tear
When your heart begins to melt
When the Holy Spirit visits you
Your heart tugged, His presence felt

There’s no shame in shedding a tear
When it brings you to your knees
For God honors those who shed tears
And in you, He is well pleased

Monday, September 19, 2022


On a slab of chiseled rock, He lay
That broken shell of a man
Betrayed, ridiculed, and broken
“Crucify him!” the crowd demand

Now He lay dead inside a tomb
Linen wrapped, anointed with spice
A stone, it sealed the entrance
Until the sun, it came up thrice

That stone? it was rolled away
For an angel, a simple task
The sun was on the horizon
The entrance its rays it basked

An angel loosened His shroud
Then began to slowly unwind
The face of our Savior appeared
The visage of a man treated unkindly

Suddenly His eyes opened
He filled His lungs with fresh air
Sitting up, He faced the morning sun
His rising He needed to share

A prophecy, it had been fulfilled
The Messiah would rise again
No tomb could hold His body
Nor His identity have to defend

From a babe lying in a manger
To our Lord Jesus crucified
On Earth, He had one purpose
For our sins, He willingly died

Now He anxiously awaits us
He will welcome us at that gate
Into His embrace, we will go
Eternal life with Him as our fate

Friday, September 16, 2022


Into the parking lot, it pulled
It was the car of my dreams
Long, sleek, and shiny red
It’s cost, way beyond my means

To my surprise out they came
A man and woman about eighty
With a cane, she hobbled around
Met her husband with her frailty

Astounded, to say the least, I was
As I went over to see their car
Something I had always wanted
Owned by an elderly couple on a lark

No motor size emblems were seen
Confused, I know that I was
Out of the Dairy Queen, they came
I wanted answers, just becuz

“Nice car you have there, Mister”
“I have always loved that make”
“I’m surprised to see you in it”

“I thought you in it was a mistake”

“Young man, I’ll answer your questions”
“Just ask me what you wish”
“If you don’t mind, please hurry”
“My ice cream’s melting in my dish”

“What motor is under the hood?”
“When you came I heard no roar”
“What to me is totally confusing”
“No motor size on fender, hood, or door”

“I’ve always loved the body style”
“It was special ordered from the factory”
“Under the hood is a six-cylinder”
“Plenty of power for my wife and me”

They left me standing there speechless
And the memory stays with me yet
Never again would I ever see
A bright red six-cylinder Corvette!


This actually happened to me many years ago.  I was at a Dairy Queen in my hometown when the couple pulled in and parked.  I still can't believe it was a six-cylinder!

Thursday, September 15, 2022


Every high school has a bully
And his school definitely had one
His luck, they rode the same bus
The trip to school wasn’t much fun

He knew he couldn’t whip him
He was outweighed by forty pounds
The bully was strong, lifted weights
Could pound him into the ground

All the kids hated and avoided the bully
Out of his face, they always kept
For him, the situation was different
More than once he openly wept

The bully made his life miserable
Called him names, liked to shove
More than once was knocked down
With the bully glaring from above

Then one day the bully did it
In his face, the bully laughed and spit
He balled his face, tried to fight
His face then was repeatedly hit

The bully stood over him and laughed
Then he slowly sauntered away
He knew that one day very soon
He would make that bully pay

It happened on a sunny spring day
Everyone was down by the ball field
He picked up a baseball bat
Liked how in his hands it did feel

He walked up behind the bully
And took a home-run swing
Knocked that bully down and out
Enjoyed the feeling it did bring

From school, he was expelled
It was all right, he didn’t care
He became an overnight hero
Because against the bully, he dared

The bully, he eventually recovered
And from then on he ceased
Was warned if he did it again
Another bat, his skull, would crease!

Wednesday, September 14, 2022


I want to take a shower
Stand beneath that Heavenly flow
Feel His power restore me
As it saturates ever so slow

I want to be totally cleansed
Have Satan’s filth washed away
Be a perfect living example
Of a restored piece of clay

I want to be Heavenly molded
Into what I’m supposed to be
I want that Heavenly shower
To make a brand new me

I want to be so squeaky clean
Both on the inside and out
I want people to know
I’ve been changed, there’s no doubt

I will stand there forever
If that is what it takes
I want it to forever change me
Into something real, not fake

Heavenly Father, I am ready
To get inside and outside wet
Please keep those showers coming
You’re not done with me yet

Tuesday, September 13, 2022



He could see it in the distance
Cars were parked beside the road
His truck, he had to downshift
He was hauling a heavy load

People were heading that way
Had their Bibles in their hands
Up ahead he could see the tent
And he began to understand

What he saw was a camp meeting
He had seen them there before
In the past, he had always driven by
Stopping would have been a chore

Slowly he crept by that tent
Something told him he’d better stop
Up ahead he saw an open field
It was barren and void of crops

Parking the truck, he began to walk
Feeling summoned, to the tent he went
He took a seat in the back row
What he witnessed made him repent

He saw miracles happen that night
Saw walkers and canes thrown away
Hundreds went to the altar call
Right up front with them, he prayed

A calling, it was on his life
And to miss it he couldn’t afford
He had gone there with the Devil
And he left there with the Lord

Monday, September 12, 2022








                ALL IT HAD TO DO WAS LOCATE IT






                SO, KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR BABY

Friday, September 9, 2022



Little Billy pitched his tent
Underneath a magnolia tree
Started a fire, cooked a meal
Went to the woods to pee

Behind a bush, he stood
Started to unzip his fly
Saw two eyeballs watching
From nearby, made him cry

From behind a tree, they were
Blood red, they intently stared
Billy was too scared to pee
He thought it was a bear

What to do, he didn’t know
All over he began to tremble
His thoughts; went astray
Them he tried to reassemble

Slowly he turned to flee
He then heard a tree knock
A loud screeching whoop
Put him into a terrible shock

To his tent, he quickly raced
Little Billy began to cry
Was it going to eat him?
He was sure he would die

From the tent flaps, he watched
As it stooped, licked his skillet
Saw a bunch of bananas
Its mouth, it began to fill it

With a grunt and a howl
It raced into the woods
Stopped, and looked back
Then was gone for good

Little Billy emerged from his tent
He chuckled, then sat down
What he saw eating his fruit
Made him smile, not frown

He knew his sister was weird
And liked to do strange things
She had come to scare him
Took joy in the fright it brings

Now, payback would be terrible
As he began to scheme and plan
When the appropriate time came
It’d be more than she could stand

Little Billy still pitches his tent
Underneath that magnolia tree
Of his sister, he has no fear
She’s locked up, she’s not free!

Thursday, September 8, 2022


Is there anything more disturbing
Than watching a life being sold
What once was deemed so important
Is now being auctioned, it seems cold

The family pictures of relatives forgotten
Unwanted heirlooms destined for resale
And every dish, clock, or rocking chair
If it could talk it has a story or tale

The antiques, the children don’t care
All they see are the dollar signs
They get rid of them soon as they can
Out of sight then they’re out of mind

And unfortunately, it is inevitable
Lives are sold every day of the week
The things once cherished, held onto
Are sold indiscriminately, so to speak

When you think about it, it is sad
Watching one’s life work sold away
Why do we think it’s all right to do
It may come back to haunt us someday

Sometimes at auctions, I become sad
As I watch the avid bidding wars
Knowing that a life once so important
Is being sold, to be remembered no more

Wednesday, September 7, 2022



I grew up with the Lone Ranger
Rode the range with Roy and Dale
Hopalong Cassidy was my hero
And Zorro, he always prevailed

Marshall Dillon ruled Dodge City
Bat Masterson was a dapper man
Lucas McCain had a special rifle
Maverick played a good poker hand

Cisco and Pancho were sidekicks
Gene Autry rode a horse named “Champ”
Palladin advertised “Have Gun, Will Travel”
Rowdy Yates drove cattle, brand stamped

Seargent Preston was a Mountie
Cochise, for his people, fought
Josh Randall was a bounty hunter
Miss Kitty’s saloon was often sought

Rin Tin Tin was an army dog
Victoria Barkley dressed in style
Annie Oakley was a good shot
Hoss was gentle until he was riled

Blue Boy rode among the cactus
Cheyenne was a towering man
Hawkeye knew how to trap
Gabby Hayes, hard to understand

Quint Aspen was a halfbreed
Smiley Burnette could sing songs
Little Joe had a quick temper
Festus was there all along

Chester was a limping deputy
Daniel Boone wore a coonskin cap
Sugarfoot was a tenderfoot
Gil Favor wore rawhide chaps

All of these I grew up with
Episodes, I hardly ever missed
I watched how the west was won
Using six-guns, whips, and fists

Tuesday, September 6, 2022



They usually start as whispers
Those voices you barely hear
In the background, they lurk
Their purpose? To create fear

Those whispers will never stop
You must exercise mind control
If they are allowed to continue
Will wreak havoc on your soul

Those whispers, they prompt you
Telling you what to do
Putting thoughts into your mind
Their origin? You’ve no clue

The entity behind those whispers
Is both subtle and sly
He knows what he is doing
His evilness you can’t deny

Those whispers are nasty things
They are a tool Satan will use
The choice is totally up to you
Whether you listen or refuse

Refuse, they’ll hopefully go away
To be replaced by another voice
One bound from Heaven above
On hearing it you will rejoice

This voice is soft and sweet
It arrives on an angel’s wings
It is the voice of the Savior
Announcing the love it brings

Monday, September 5, 2022


It is sold by the cup full
And usually poured from a pot
Full aroma, decaf, breakfast blend
It’s best served piping hot

Most people drink it early
It helps them start their day
Others drink it twenty-four seven
Downing countless cups along the way

From a simple brew to the exotic
They come in a cappuccino or latte
Whatever your heart, it desires
Maybe expresso, mocha, or frappe

As caffeine goes, it has it
Giving a jolt to keep you awake
Some tend to drink it to excess
Addicted? - you it will make

Me? I can’t stand the stuff
All it is…. is dirty water
Caffeine, I get all of mine
From something cold, not hotter

So, all of you coffee freaks
Keep on drinking that nasty brew
If it makes you happy, drink it
Dirty water side effects will get you!

Friday, September 2, 2022


Late at night, I heard it
A rustling came from below
From my bed, I got up
Under my bed, flashlight shone

In a corner I see movement
Surprised, I see shiny eyes
Whatever it is, I don’t know
It begins making hideous cries

I jump back into my bed
Pull the cover over my head
Thoughts of what could happen
Filled my mind with dread

I heard it climb upward
Felt its weight on my bed
I begin to whimper out loud
Will I soon be dead?

Then I heard a loud knock
And a cry, “Open the door!”
It was my brother, Randy
To the door, I quickly tore

Looking fearfully behind me
I opened the door to find
My brother searching everywhere
He was almost out of his mind

“Squeals got out of his cage!”
“I can’t find him anywhere!”
“Have you seen him tonight?
“He has long, brown, stringy hair!

With a mighty sigh of relief
I picked up my baseball bat
Slammed the door, went hunting
For my brother’s escaped pet rat!

Wednesday, August 31, 2022


 Now that I have reached my golden years
I’ve finally discovered what I do best
And after talking with others I know
I tend to have the tendencies of the rest

I find myself enjoying doing nothing
I have found that it is easy to do
It takes place over almost everything
As to my recliner, it seems I’m glued

I can’t help it! I’m allergic to work
The thought of it makes me cringe
Doing manual labor, breaking a sweat
Tends to make me mentally unhinged

Honey-do lists will always be there
And I do my very best to comply
But then all I really want to do
Is relax, get comfortable, and sigh

There are merits in doing nothing
For one, you can’t get physically hurt
No straining, groaning, or sweating
Nor from your mouth epitaphs blurt

It also means very little gets done
But, alas, there is always another day
It doesn’t mean that I will do anything
For me, doing nothing is here to stay!

Tuesday, August 30, 2022


The Lord came to me one night
He said, “My son, I’m here for you”
“I know there’s something on your mind”
“And the answer you have no clue”

Startled awake, I answered best I could
“Jesus, I admit I am confused”

"This situation that I find I am in"

Concerns something that I’ve been accused of”

Then Jesus said, “Share it with me”
“Although I already know what You’ll say”
“There’s nothing in this world I can’t fix”
“Give it to me this very day”

So, I poured my heart out to Him
Every little detail, it was exposed
When I finished talking I got quiet
I lay there in anticipation, my eyes closed

“Am I not the God of miracles?”
“Don’t I know what is best for you?”
“Because you are a child of mine
Your future I will allow you to view”

He showed me that I would be victorious
Through Him, my problem was solved
All I had to do was trust Him
In my life allow Him to get involved

Monday, August 29, 2022


                MY SON, YOU ASK ME
                WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU TODAY
                MY ANSWER, HEAR ME NOW

                I GIVE YOU MY WISDOM

                I GIVE YOU DIVINE HEALTH
                I GIVE YOU A SOUND MIND

                I GIVE YOU HILLS OF CATTLE


                I GIVE YOU PEACE OF MIND
                I GIVE YOU A HOME IN HEAVEN

                I WILL GIVE IT ALL OF YOU
                ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK
                WITH MY POWER LIFE IS EASY

                I GAVE YOU MY SON, JESUS
                WHO GAVE HIS LIFE FOR YOU

                I GAVE YOU THE ABILITY
                TO HEAR MY WORDS AND WRITE

Friday, August 26, 2022


Hooray! Yippee! It’s finally here
This wonderful season called fall
for it announces a favorite pastime
The bounce of the oblong ball

It matters not whomever you are
Whether young, old, small, or tall
It affects our lives in many ways
The bounce of the oblong ball!

People wearing silly apparel
Screaming til their heart wants to stall
On bleachers when it’s 10 below
Watching the bounce of the oblong ball

Dreaded shopping with your spouse
On game day at the consumer mall
You silently slip away to watch
The bounce of the oblong ball

Or place a bet on a sure thing
“Please, ref, make the right call”
But one thing you can’t control
Is the bounce of the oblong ball!

But the craziest thing you’ll ever see
Are grown men involved in a brawl
Disputing the undeniably obvious
Bounce of the oblong ball

Thursday, August 25, 2022



I don’t think there is anything more distressing
Than a lost, frantic hummingbird in the garage
Circling, swooping, up high against the ceiling
While the escape route is open, bright, and large

Too frightened, It won’t allow itself to be helped
Trying to herd it out the garage door! No way!
I can tell it is terrified and getting very weak
By its urgent peeps and fluttering aerial display

So, I watch it with concern and frustration
Knowing if it can’t get it out, will probably die
I sadly turn my back and go into the house
I say a silent prayer and then let out a sigh

Later, I have to get something from the garage
There are no signs of the bird anywhere
I begin looking for a pitiful dead hummingbird
Thinking, I will dispose of its body somewhere

To my surprise, I just barely hear a weak peep
Coming from the pavement in front of the door
The hummingbird lay there, sprawled in a heap
I approach, it rises up, flies like never before

I saw it later at the feeder behind the house
It was taking several incredibly long drinks
I watched it for a while and had to smile
That bird had come back from death’s brink

Wednesday, August 24, 2022



Does the thought of Southern Comfort
Put an anxious smile on your face.
Put in a tumbler with cubes of ice
Something from your mind you can’t erase

But there is another Southern Comfort
That will also make you smile
Because when it is piled on your plate
That first bite is so worthwhile

When we talk about southern food
So many culinary treats come to mind
Just loosen your belt and listen
As we discuss the delightful kinds

First off, let’s talk about fried chicken
Golden brown and finger-licking good
Barbecue ribs dripping with sauce
Pick between the two, I wish I could!

Mac and cheese and hush puppies
Fried okra, pan of golden cornbread
A piece of pecan pie, maybe peach
Bring happy thoughts to my head

How about some crispy fried potatoes
Cooked in extremely hot grease
A bowl of fried green tomatoes
Makes me ask for more, pretty please

How about some ham and soup beans
A big wedge of fresh key lime pie
Gator tail and deep-fried shrimp
Will make me happily gasp and sigh

And don’t forget about the hominy
And how about a plate of grits
A fresh moon pie for your dessert
Is about as good as it possibly gets

This is my idea of Southern Comfort
World-renowned as comfort food
When I pleasantly push my plate away
Eat some more? I wish I could!

Tuesday, August 23, 2022


I wonder if during Hamlet
If a player had to wee?
Then misquoted that famous line
To pee or not to pee?

This famous saying we know
Can be an urgent question
Because when that urge hits you
It can be quite an obsession

It seems that the urge
Always comes at awkward times
And depending on how bad it is
You may commit an obscenity crime

it can happen almost any time
Your bladder controls your life
Whether you’re on a blind date
Or at dinner with your wife

It can cause you to dance
And put a grimace on your face
Break the speed limit going home
As to the bathroom, you race

It is such an awesome feeling
To let that yellow flow go
The relieved look on your face
Will then most assuredly show

Now if you have a warm sensation
In your nether parts below
Your bladder has betrayed you
As you experience that warm flow

So, to pee or not to pee
It depends upon your condition
Because if you can’t hold it
You’re put in an embarrassing position!

Monday, August 22, 2022



He was walking in the willows
It was something he liked to do
Especially on a blustery rainy day
Enjoying the coolness and the view

While walking, he heard a voice
It so quietly entered his mind
Startled, he stopped and listened
To that voice, so loving and kind

God told him to slow down
Take in the surroundings, the trees
Watch as the wind stirred them
How they bent with the breeze

God told him to become like a willow
How to bend but never break
How Satan would always test him
And how to avoid making mistakes

God told him how to prosper
How to flourish like those trees
Know that no storm would prevail
He’d never succumb to any disease

God told him to stand up tall
Be a tree and clap his hands
Like others in the ministry field
He was to help his fellow man

Now he is a mighty willow
Through him runs the sap of life
He has the power to overcome
He is a tree that has no strife

Friday, August 19, 2022



It was Saturday morning at the church
Sister Betty was scrubbing the bathroom floor
On her knees, sweat streaming down her face
A place where she had been many times before

Some people have a ministry to be envied
Preaching the gospel, praise and worship team
Maybe teaching a class on Sunday morning
Are things people look up to, so it seems

But there are other ministries out there
Ones that people never consider or know
Someone has to clean, maintain the church
Running the sweeper, cleaning toilet bowls

Sister Betty wasn’t a teacher or singer
And being a public speaker, she was not
The one thing that she was very good at
Push a broom, mop using water piping hot

It was something that she took pride in
Didn't care what the people would think
You would usually find her praising the Lord
While scrubbing the church kitchen sink

She knew that it was her life’s calling
And she thanked the Lord for the opportunity
Every Sunday morning it was quite obvious
Her ministry was there for all to see

Thursday, August 18, 2022



One of there hardest fights you’ll ever have
Is the one you will have for your soul
Your opponent is the master of deception
Taking you to Hell is his ultimate goal

He will use every dirty trick at his disposal
He will look you in the eye and then lie
Continually whisper, plant his seeds
Tell you suicide is the right way to die

He will dangle tempting things before you
Things that will make you lust for more
Once you take a step down that road
You have taken a step through Satan’s door

He will teach you the fine art of lying
The more you do the easier it becomes
Then the deeper you plunge into sin
As your spirit and soul spiritually succumbs

He will scoff, say that there is no God
All the time knowing that he is wrong
Knows that in  the end he will be defeated
And banished to Hell where he belongs

This fight is one you just have to win
This epic battle to redeem your soul
You have to understand the consequences
And make sure that Hell is not your goal

So, when Satan comes, you must fight
Use God’s Word to strengthen the blows
Don’t stop until the battle has been won
And to Satan your back you defiantly show