Tag: God

To Pray Boldly

This poem was first published on Anchored Voices blog in February, but I thought I’d share it here as well. To Pray Boldly Boldly I plead with You Lord …..Have mercy on my dear wandering one …..Whose heart has gone a tad astray …..Mired in...

My One Word 2019

To treasure something means “to regard or treat as precious; cherish.” Dictionary.com. Jesus said, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21 (NIV). I have decided that for 2019 my “One Word” to guide my thoughts, words, and actions is Treasured. A lot of people are choosing words...

It Is Time for Walking

Today I’m sharing a poem by a dear friend and poet. She is more introspective and cautious than I am, less boisterous and loud. But dear nonetheless. I hope you enjoy her words. It Is Time for Walking by Kathleen P. Bufford Silent, we descend...

The Real Light

It’s the darkness. And the cold. But mostly the darkness. I know we have passed the winter solstice and the days are getting longer, but sunrise at 7:51 a.m. and sunset at 4:36 p.m. still makes for a very short day and a lot of darkness. When...

My Redeemer Is Alive

I was commissioned to write lyrics for a song based on some passages of the book of Job. Though he liked what I wrote, ultimately, the person who commissioned me decided to use snippets of the KJV version of the verses to compose his quintet...

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a starry night A single star shown ever bright Outshone angels hovering a field Telling shepherds who rightly kneeled Of the birth of the Chosen One Born of Mary, God’s own Son Wise men followed that singular star Traveling for days from afar...

Invest a Penny

Yesterday I attended a wonderful all-day seminar put on by author and speaker Bo Stern. The title of the seminar was Speakology. Bo shared tips for women who want to speak publicly to share the Gospel of Jesus—tips on both what TO do and what...

Food for the Hungry

Salty crisp potato chips tantalize my tongue because Ruffles have ridges but mostly Ruffles have flavor and they fill my belly already stuffed and bloated My stomach is fat My soul is lean Cold creamy Cherry Garcia swirls my taste buds slides down my throat...

A Quadrille of Qs

Quiet all around from the quarterdeck I spied the quick quillback I heard a quack Saw a quark and a quist quickly glide away My phone camera rolled but quonk querked the video and it quit The great Quarterback above chuckled at my quest _____________________________________...