To purchase my poetry books you can contact me at email@example.com. A Little Bit of Life is my first book, published in 2005 by Beavers Pond Press and can be yours for $7.95. This book will be out of print once my current supply is exhausted. My second book is called Harvest of My Heart, published in 2011 by River City Press. The cost is $11.95. Go HERE to place your order. Below are a few of my poems to encourage you in your walk with the Lord:
Begin each day with this in mind--
That your thoughts and actions will all be kind.
Lift others up to God in prayer;
That's a gift you can give that's beyond compare.
Exalt your God in every way
And praise Him in all that You do and say.
Surprise your friends with acts of joy
And deeds of love that you daily deploy.
Support those around you however you can
And encourage them with a helping hand.
Inquire of God His perfect will--
As you follow Him your spirit is filled.
Nestle your heart within God's hand
And be held by Him who helps you to stand.
Glorify Him who adores you
And become a clear channel He'll pour through.
Receive His blessing, reflect it back,
Then flow out to others--you're on the right track!
You'll find the Father's math to be both simple and complex.
It won't confound; it isn't something that is meant to vex.
Two plus two will always equal four, so here we go--
Do this math and God's own nature will begin to show.
2 leave your past behind you and 2 give up former ways
Is what you do when you 4-sake your nature and obey.
2 give up your resentment and 2 pardon someone's sin
Is how you can 4-give, through grace that God has placed within.
2 overlook a grievance, 2 omit the consequence
Is what you do when you 4-get another's grave offense.
2 strentghen those around you and 2 offer them support
Is what you do to 4-tify when help has fallen short.
A child will learn quite young that two plus two will equal four.
And all these fours will help propel you to God's open door.
Forsake your sin, forgive your friends, and then forget the pain,
And fortify your friendships with the love that you will gain.
If our intent is to defent our church and all within
Against attack from enemies who'd draw us into sin--
Then we must build a barrier to keep us free from harm,
With castle walls and parapets where guards sound the alarm.
We need a sturdy citadel where soldiers keep the peace,
Preventing agitation from the chance to be unleashed.
We must be a fortress, a protection for the fold
Against all worldly influence attempting to take hold.
BUT . . .
If we, instead, prefer to heed the Great Commissions's call,
We'll go out to our neighborhoods and share the Lord with all.
No matter what resistance is raised against this task,
He'll gladly give the strength of heart to all who simply ask.
He'll bless us with effectiveness, with energy and power,
And give us the ability to serve at any hour.
The choice is right before you--it's up to you. Which course?
The fortress walls may keep you safe--I'd rather be a force!
A lifetime ago the birth of a babe
Should have been a joyous affair.
Instead came the news of a mother’s death
And a father’s eyes filled with despair.
Over the years I longed for a look
From those eyes that would let me know
That I was enough to replace his loss,
But the sadness continued to grow.
I knew with my mind that his love was real –
But only because he MUST.
His grief was too heavy – his burden to bear;
His eyes never filled with trust.
My birthday was always a lonesome day –
A reminder of what he had lost.
And it seemed that his eyes reflected
How great and unfair the cost.
Year upon year had taken its toll
And his mind was no longer strong.
He couldn’t express his words or thoughts
And everything came out wrong.
Then came the day at the nursing home
When I stopped by to see my dad.
He saw me approach and his eyes lit with joy
And I knew that his heart was glad.
The look I had longed for was shining so bright
From the eyes of the one I held dear.
Soon the haze settled in and the look was gone
But my heart held the memory near.
For years I had waited, for years I had feared,
Not knowing that I was adored;
That the look of delight was there all along
In the eyes of my Father and Lord.
My dad, from the pain buried deep in his soul
Couldn’t share what was there in his heart.
But the look, had I noticed, from God’s tender gaze,
Was there from the very start.
Guideposts' All God's Creatures
2020, 2021, and working on the 2023 book, which include several of my devotions, each with an animal theme. Also find my work in Guideposts' One-Minute Daily Devotional, published in 2021.
I'd love to hear from you. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org