Jesus Overflowing

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. ~John 10:10 NIV. The world promises fame and wealthSeeking such things leaves us owingWorry and strife burden spiritual healthBut Jesus promises life overflowing Seek first His kingdom He commandsPeace and joy…

Jesus Is All

He is all I needHeavenly Bread on which to feedSustains me when spiritual hunger painsDeeply mire my soul in chains He is all I desireDivine Light when darkness is direIlluminates the path of truthRedeems me from sins of my youth He is all I seekHoly Gate a beacon to the weakBeckons sheep who’ve gone astrayInto…

Be Bold In Battle

Author: Donna Marie I just want to scream Escape this dream The darkness overwhelms me I can’t see beyond the misery I can’t find the door I collapse to the floor I can’t escape the pain I can’t explain As I cry WHY WHY Do I want to die That is a LIE The attack is not…

To Pray Boldly

Then Abraham spoke up again: “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, though I am nothing but dust and ashes, what if the number of the righteous is five less than fifty? Will you destroy the whole city for lack of five people?” “If I find forty-five there,” he said,…

Treasured One

By Linda L. Kruschke Tossed about on waves of doubt Seeking an anchor in the storm Cleave to the One who values you Your tempest He will surely transform Riding high on a victory Don’t let it go to your head Remember the One who adores you Praise His provision instead Encumbered by the trials…

A Christmas Poem: Once Upon a Time

Author: Linda L. Kruschke 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 With the shepherds they came to…

A Home for the Uprooted

Home is sewn into the seams of my suitcase –   Caught up in the fragments of childhood memories Where I can’t place the country or state, let alone the date; But I remember who was there   Home is in the beauty of silver-tipped mountains And sweeping red canyons; Where snow sneaks in for…

Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving

Author: Chara Donahue ‘Twas the week before Thanksgiving and all through the house, people were nauseous and I looked at my spouse. The children were stirring, up late in their beds, with buckets, in case, next to their heads. Daddy disinfected and I took a nap, trying to elude a nasty virus’ trap. Then the…

Before I Rise

Author: Chara Donahue Before I Rise I must make the choice. It’s on me. What to believe? What to negate? Today I ask, which voice will it be? Live in the light determined to see, or let depravity poison today’s fate? I must make the choice, It’s on me. Passively cower? An internal absentee? Will…

Ballade of Bleached Blemishes

If we can make laundry poetic it makes it better, right? Well, here’s hoping. 😉   I cannot face it. I will not look. Let it be. I will not take the bait or tease the hook. The stress, it mounts thinly—layer by layer—I will flee. No, I will fight. I fold the shirt. I…