It’s so dark. It’s so dank. The air is heavy, The atmosphere oppressive in this grotto, The dungeon of despair, And of hopelessness. I have some friends down there. They sit on the filthy floor among many others in the gloom, Some hugging their knees, All of them with their backs against the cold, stone… Read More Rescue from the Dungeon of Despair
Autumn Trees The center of the picture is flaming orange One of the most beautiful, brightly colored trees you’ve ever laid eyes on. She is set against a background of Various yellows and greens To the right and to the left And of autumn purples and olives to the top right. The blue sky completes… Read More The Giant Orange Lady
As I stood out in the rain God made it plain His love for beauty. The nighttime around And the beautiful sound Of rain falling down. (The thunder and lightening, They are not frightening With God in control.) A bulb just overhead Is serving to shed Light on the scene which unfolds. Dance of the… Read More Dance of the Raindrops to the music of the Thunderstorm Orchestra
Gethsemane Dark Depressing But God is with me. Tears flow freely Sobs burst forth from A grieving heart. “Father, if You will, Let this cup pass from me; Yet not my will But Yours be done.” The sobs continue And the tears. Which is the most difficult, Gethsemane or Calvary itself? My friend has in… Read More Gethsemane
A breaking heart feels so alone— Tearing, aching, grieving groans Where contentment once abode Darkness now has come. He clutches at his aching chest; The agony won’t let him rest, His sobs are filled with gnawing “why’s” As in his hopelessness he cries To One who listens in the skies. And as the tears tumble… Read More Broken Heart
I can no longer move forward quite like I need to; I guess I’ve forgotten what the Lord and I agreed to, Forgotten the warnings that I should take heed to—- And, oh dear, oh my, what this just might lead to! I don’t always know just what could have caused it, But it’s surely… Read More Arthritis of the Soul
The following is from my journal, written during extreme trials in 1992. I’m swimming in the ocean of life. Sometimes, when the water’s nice, I ride the waves–a surge of water I jump and let the water carry me up and set my feet gently back on the sandy bottom, Then again and… Read More Surviving the troubled waters of life
This story took place in March of 1992. After being delayed at the pharmacy and starting off late in the car for my college class, I thought, “I feel stressed out; I need something to laugh about.” I had driven about four blocks when I suddenly discovered that my cola was spilling all over my… Read More Daffodils in trials
One day A friend of mine and I entered a large, dark room, Wanting to cross to the other side. My friend had been there many times And knew the way to the light switch. I took her hand, And she led me through the darkness. We hit no obstacles Because my friend knew the… Read More He Holds My Hand
The sun shines every day. Sometimes the clouds come between us and the sun So we can no longer see it, But the sun is still shining! Sometimes cold winds blow and bring with them clouds full of Disagreeable and even dangerous precipitation, But the sun is still shining! Even as inches of snow fall… Read More Bask in the Sunshine of His Love
There once was a rich man with houses and lands, A sports car, a boat, and two minivans, And two sons who were his two greatest fans. One day, the sons, namely Wild Man and Dave Heard about Jesus who had come down to save. For sinners like them, His life He gave, Then after… Read More Happiness Is Giving
My friend, I stood side by side with Jesus today; We watched you as you wept. We were sad with you. But we grieved even more That you were not aware of our love And our caring thoughts for you. You wept because your plans fell through And out of your control. He grieved because… Read More Words that water and bring life
