My Story

Perfectly Created....

2012-11-18T16:45:00.001-08:00

God doesn't create mistakes!

His loving hands had a purpose.

Just look beneath the surface.

Sweet one, look beyond the hate..

Your Father's prints cover your face.

His love will show you your way.

It is your choice, whether you go, or stay!

Your choice will not change His grace.

You are beautifully wonderful.

Fresh and new.

I have given you a love,

timeless and true.

So kind and generous.

This is what makes you, you.

Where you are,

there is always interest.

You were made to create a stir.

You feel like it is a hindrance,

but there is a reason for all the chatter,

It might poke like a bur,

but remember you matter.

I have silenced you so you can hear.

You were chosen to get their attention.

Take Me at My word, they will listen.

Remember a soft word is much easier to hear.

A shout can instigate doubt.

So can a pout.

The softer the melody.

The closer you will bring them to Me.

Trust, is gentle, follow this,

and they will hear you loud and clear.

Inside Me!!!!

2012-11-18T15:59:00.004-08:00

How can I see.

When all I can think about is me?

Sometimes I want to flee.

Why can't I let myself be?

I hear the echoes of my sighs, and I wonder why?

I hear the sound of my own foot steps die and I just long to fly.

Why, why, why, do I find it so hard to cry?

I am at war!

It is in myself, right in the core.

This battle I can not win,but thanks to Him,

I know I am someone He adores.

My God will not only lovingly, but every time,

pick me and my pieces up off of the floor.

I just have to make sure I open every door.

Sister!!!

2012-11-18T15:52:00.000-08:00

                                  Oh Sister Dear, sometimes I wish you lived near.
                             My body is falling apart, but God says never my heart.
                               I think I am dying, but can the symptoms be lieing.
                                I think this is a clue, or am I messing up the view.
                                       Can everything I see from Him be true?
                                      Please, I think I need to hear it from you.
                                                 What to do, what to do?
                                                My body is icy, and achy.
                        So hard for me to even have the strength to finish my baking.
                               Infection, after infection, can get quite depressing.
                      I am a walking skeleton, and it feels like my insides are melting.
                              The pain is so severe, sometimes it grips me in fear.
                               Don't get me wrong, how I would love to be home.
                                        Yet, it is so hard to picture myself gone.
                  I look for my little God prints, but it seems like I haven't even made a dent.
                             I think I hear God's woo, but I would like your input too.

What Is In YOUR Hope Chest????

2012-07-18T02:20:00.000-07:00

My hope is, before I leave. I have given You my very best.

That my life ends, with Your soft and sweet caress.

My prayer is, I have been shed of the last vestiges, of my old dress.

My hope is, that on Your behest, everyone is loved sweetly.

And never again, made to feel as a guest.

My desire is, for each one of you to know you are blest.

And God is always there, to clean up our mess.

My joy is, to know I will see, hear, and feel,

my sweet Saviour's love in the flesh.

And never again be tempted to second guess.

I am so excited to have my Lord's crest,

impressed permanently on my chest.

My hope is, to learn how once again, to relax and jest.

But more importantly, when and where to press, and not give less.

And yes, when to stop and not become a pest.

I wish to be cremated, in my Love's vest.

And my ashes scattered from East to West.

My greatest hope is, that I leave this life,

only after I finish His quest, and with the purest of zest.

Then, and only then, my hope is, to lay down in my Father's nest.

Where I will finally have, complete and total rest.

Do You Know My Name????

2012-06-16T23:17:00.000-07:00

Do you know my name?

Or that I like to play board games?

Have you ever noticed the color of my eyes?

Or ever wondered what I have hidden deep inside?

Yes, I have a favorite color.

And sometimes, I just long to hide under the covers.

I desire for someone to take my hand.

And be my true friend until the very end.

I love long walks under the stars.

And taking cross country trips in the car.

Have you ever noticed my hunger?

Or that I am not getting any younger?

I silently try to follow my destiny.

Yet, still I ponder my own testimony.

Do you see how I wish to give?

Or that it can be difficult, just to live?

Do you want to know my greatest wish?

It is to receive, one sweet kiss.

It wouldn't go amiss.

Instead, it would feel like wonderful bliss.

You give me a hug.

Then sweep me under the rug.

Sometimes you shake my hand.

Then carry on, down the land.

Some of you kiss my cheek.

But you don't really take any notice of me.

You may ask how I am, as you nod your head.

Then turn to the next man.

The words love you, can seem so untrue.

How about you?

Or haven't you ever noticed me too?

I hate goodbyes.

They make me cry.

I like to sleep on my right side.

I take my coffee with sugar and cream.

And I need help interpreting my dreams.

I have a heart, and when it is struck by a fiery dart.

It can be torn all apart.

I am still searching for my place.

How I yearn for my Saviour's face.

In this world it is so hard to find a trace.

But I ache for a sweet embrace.

You might call me sister.

But Mister, I think you are missing the whole picture.

Everyone needs a gentle touch.

It can be such a sweet rush.

But instead under such weight,

I feel like I may be crushed.

We are to love our God.

With all of our hearts,

all of our souls,

all of our minds,

and all of our strength.

Just as importantly,

we are to love our neighbors, as we love ourselves.

Have you ever noticed me?

Or am I just someone you can't see?

I too have a voice.

And you have a choice.

Will you help me to rejoice?

Together, it would be easy to bring joy,

to every girl and boy.

To love, you must go deep.

I repeat, dig deep.

This information, you must keep.

Some things, will take a giant leap.

Listen to every peep.

Love Me, and love you will reap.

Let My words seep.

Be the one, to whom, they can weep.

Do you know my name?

Or that I like to play board games?

Short Story....

2012-06-16T23:03:00.001-07:00

The greatest stories are those untold.

And they create the greatest beauty,

when they unfold.

Defeated At Last....

2012-06-16T23:00:00.000-07:00

I told you her enemies,

would be under My feet.

I will defeat.

As soon as she finishes My plan,

I am bringing her home,

to My promise land.

She will sit on My knee.

And finally rest here with Me.

You Are Chosen!!!!

2012-06-16T22:55:00.002-07:00

You have been chosen.

So be aware.

Prepare, prepare.

There are certain ones,

who will need your loving care.

You are My vessel.

So sweet and fair.

Their hearts will be bare.

Cover them with your hair.

Help them not to tear.

Help them to see,

My love will repair.

God's Lullaby....

2012-06-16T22:50:00.002-07:00

This is not goodbye.

It is just time for Me to sing you a soft lullaby.

It is a song so sweet,

it will bring a tear to your eye.

I promised you would fly high.

Soon you will fly beyond the sky.

You were never an empty investment.

And never again will you feel impaired judgement.

Time flies quickly,

soon you will give your final statement.

Then there will be a great lament.

But My precious child, it shows on your beautiful face.

With every stroke of the pen.

Your heart and soul, speak of your great testament.

You are My bright and shining pearl.

When you enter a room,

every head turns, and it creates a great whirl.

Such a lovely girl.

How is a pearl formed?

Is it just born?

It starts with one tiny grain of sand.

It takes years before it is ready to be adorned.

The years have passed.

Not everything can happen fast.

Such beautiful sass.

But you are running out of gas.

Such a big mass,

will not pass.

But here you truly are, at last.

You have brought Me glory.

But nothing will match the ending to your story.

It will be played over and over again

I will carry you home.

Right where you belong.

You will never again feel all alone.

Make sure you listen for your song.

Your loved ones are safe with Me.

And this I know you will get.

Listen to My decree.

This is not a bet.

It is assurance, that they are free.

You had a time for pain.

Time for anger.

Time for fear.

Time for danger.

Time for tears.

Time for darkness.

and time for strife.

Now it is time for healing.

Time for joy.

Time for courage.

Time for peace.

Time for laughter.

Time for light.

And time for a new life.

Your time is near.

Where Has All Of God's Love Gone????

2012-06-16T22:28:00.000-07:00

Where has all of God's love gone?

It seems like everyone is walking alone!

I'm the one that sneaks in late,

hiding in the back pew.

Does anyone notice?

Maybe a few.

Desperate for love and grace.

But all I find are whispers and stares.

As you stand with your peers,

it feels like no one cares.

So caught up in your fast paced life.

Never seeing my tears or fears.

I feel so alone.

Where do I belong?

I'm the one honking my horn.

Staring at the exit forlorn.

I have to hurry.

So I step on the gas.

I must get to the mall fast.

Sorry car in front you're just too slow.

So you I pass.

I'm in my own zone.

Forgetting that I am not alone.

The car in front has a young Mother.

Her baby girl is running a high fever.

The car I left behind has an old man,

busy counting every dime.

He just received news that he has six months to live.

How will he ever get everything ready for his wife of sixty years on time?

He thinks he is all alone.

Where does he belong?

I am the one waiting for my plate,

just inside the shelter's gate.

In between huffs and puffs,

the young girl serves up something similar to mush.

I am surrounded by God's forgotten mass.

How long will I last?

Tonight's temperatures are dropping below freezing.

And I am just here, hoping someone will see me.

So many of us here, how can I feel so alone?

Where do I belong?

You are the one I called to rise above.

Come push or shove,

you were called to love and hug.

I forgave you, and I groomed you.

I nurtured you, and have never forsaken you.

You have had healing and blessing.

This was not just a lesson.

Be My reflection.

Each one of you are to go to every pew.

And share My love anew.

They must know they are not alone.

Go to every car, no matter how far.

Love each and every heart.

Shine brighter than any star.

I repeat, they must know they are not alone.

Most of all, go and cover every mass.

Shower and praise them.

Envelop and raise them

Give them a fresh start.

They will help open your heart.

Make sure they see,

they are loved and matter to you and Me.

They MUST know they are not alone.

Together with Me, is where each and everyone of you belong.

Desperately....

2011-10-26T16:00:00.000-07:00

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain.

Yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please.

It hurts so much.

I could use a crutch.

Would You be my cane?

I have been so lame.

I'm so tired of the game.

Oh desperately, on bended knees.

I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Oh, let me be.

Let it cease.

Hear my prayer.

I know You care.

Oh, to You I bare.

This hurt is not rare.

Lord, please, please, please.

Help me see.

I feel Your touch.

Your word, I clutch.

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please,

hear my prayer.

Oh desperately, please child, hear Me.

You are on My knees.

I've cried with Thee.

Child, please, please, please.

I have felt your pain.

And you have no more shame.

Yes, no one to blame.

If you will let it cease.

Yes, let yourself be.

Child, please, please, please.

At last you'll fly free.

Because desperately, I have loved thee.

Yes, on bended knees, I have waited patiently.

Night Wrestling!!!!

2011-10-26T15:39:00.000-07:00

You toss and you turn.

Trying to understand, hoping to learn.

You ache and you burn.

Oh, how your stomach churns.

I am here.

Oh, so near.

I've captured every tear.

Dispersing all your fears.

You are not queer.

You are Oh, so dear.

Up and down, round and round.

Trembling, like you are being chased by a hound.

Pacing, with your heart racing.

Inside and out, have no doubt.

I have worked it all out.

No need to pout or shout.

You have won, every bout.

I know your heart. I created every part.

Every day, My love will overcome every dart.

You zig and you zag.

Go ahead, throw down a flag.

Get mad.

It will not change one tiny tittle of My love.

No, not even when you think you nag.

Every day and every night,

you ask, why, what, who, and where.

Doesn't anybody see or care?

You plead, you cry, you shout.

Lord have we had a falling out?

Tick, tock, all I can hear, is me and the clock.

Will this ever end?

Will this boat dock?

Oh! maybe my heart's door has a lock.

I think I heard a knock.

Is it You? Is it me?

If not! Then who?

This can't be!

Lord is it me?

I feel like it's me.

I think it is me.

My child be still and listen!

In this plan it is you and Me.

Know you are free!

I have been trying to answer your question.

It takes time to learn a lesson.

You feel cursed with an obsession.

No, My child, you are being saturated with a blessing.

All this confessing, can sometimes feel so depressing.

My child, there is healing in this night wrestling.

Touche!!!!

2011-10-12T15:58:00.000-07:00

There are times when I am in the middle of a fray.

My mind will kick and bray.

Yes, it will stray.

But through it all, Oh Lord, it is with You I will stay.

Take that devil, ha ha, touche.

Yes, sometimes I still hurt.

And I am in a big heap, laying in the dirt.

Then Your music plays,

and my heart shouts, yay.

For I love to dance and sing.

Yes, for You my God,

I will prance to every sweet tink, and ding.

Shout for joy. Oh, boy.

No matter how much I cry,

or how covered am I.

I could be a huge walking mud pie.

You could even call me pig sty.

Still, I am a most loved,

and most beautiful pearl, to my Guy.

Wow, have I learned.

This battle is already won.

You can run your tongue.

Your days, are done.

He, he, thank You God,

for my tenacious mind.

He tried to keep it in a bind.

But You knew I would unwind.

So sweet and kind.

I believe. Oh, I know.

My life, I pray will always show.

I am in Your row.

Ho, Ho!!

Work Order!!!!

2011-09-14T10:18:00.000-07:00

Tell them I will not yield.

My decision can not be appealed.

Send the message to the field.

The rows must be tilled.

My sword will be wield.

Death will be killed.

My decision has been sealed.

My Son was lashed, so you would be healed.

Setting Sail....

2011-09-14T10:16:00.000-07:00

I am the real McCoy.

Not a wanna be decoy.

Or a boxed up toy.

You are My vessel, Ahoy.

Prepare for the voyage, oh, boy.

Come set sail with Me.

There is plenty of poi.

Later on we will dine on rice, saturated in soy.

I have a special place for you.

It is filled with lovely, koi.

It will bring you great joy.

Every place we go,

I will get us there, blow, by blow.

And row, by row.

We will navigate by the shine of My glow.

Just follow My flow.

But keep your head low.

You and I are not far apart.

We have the same heart.

Just keep your eyes open, for every fiery dart.

And listen for the harp.

Time!!!!

2011-09-14T10:11:00.000-07:00

Time is tick tocking.

The trumpets are sounding.

Everyone is flocking.

The boat is docking.

Quell the mocking and the talking.

The waves are rocking.

Can you hear the balking?

See the gawking?

This is no time for walking.

Run, Run, the doors are locking.

The vendors are still hawking.

Here comes the rain, don't stop caulking..

Healing Promise....

2011-09-08T10:35:00.000-07:00

I know how hard you have been hit.

But this is not something, you can quit.

And it is not the time for a fit.

This you will get.

You are not at the end.

No, not even close, Not one whit.

It is so dark, down in that pit.

Your way out is lit.

Come and sit with Me for a bit.

All your rips and tears, I am here to knit.

Just remember, whenever you fall, to land in My mitt.

My love does not come in a boxed up kit.

But it is faithful and eternal,

and you are My most precious stone.

This is My writ.

A Part of My Personal Story....

2011-09-08T10:29:00.000-07:00

A part of your story has been left untold.

I needed the Lord's spirit to help me to be bold.

Now it is time for the pages to unfold.

I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that you were left out in the cold.

From the moment I laid my eyes on you.

Your beauty was something to behold.

And you were much more precious, than any gold.

The last page is something that I must fold.

This must be told.

It was me, whose life was out of control.

Down the hill it rolled.

The truth had been sold.

You will never know the depths of my love.

You, I longed and loved to hold.

Each one of you were so wonderful, that you broke the mold.

Yes, unintentionally, a lot of my choices were bent.

But this one, for you both, was mint.

From my life, gone you went.

And oh, how my heart was wrenched.

But I was so scared of causing you a hole, instead of just a dent.

For so long this has been pent.

Let me reveal just a tip, or a hint.

I never meant to make you feel, like away you had been sent.

How was I to pay rent?

I couldn't even afford a tent.

All that was in my pockets, was lint.

You are exactly where God planned for you to be, this is what He meant.

This I can not gloss.

I emphasize, you were not tossed.

But truthfully, I had no idea how to be a boss.

I barely knew how to floss.

I was so lost.

Somewhere, way out in a marsh and the moss.

I did the best I could for you both.

The only thing I knew to do, no matter the cost.

Love, Love, Love.

Yes, you both, I did love.

Enough to let you go, like a dove.

This was a gift from above.

I was never taught how to be a Mother.

So at first I did not know how to hover.

Later, I was finally learning how to be a lover.

To become a sweet Mother.

How I loved to tuck you under your cover.

But something went wrong.

A great misunderstanding, it felt like a losing battle.

And it only became tougher.

The only thing I knew to do, was tuck you away.

Safely with your brother.

Sweet lady, with your saving grace.

She was there to save you both, from this race.

Someone to hold you, Love you.

Someone to embrace.

God's child, with the lovely face.

She was there to keep you at a steady pace.

God's own spirit, soft as lace.

Not one to act in haste.

You needed more than a taste.

And she wasn't one to waste.

God never does a just in case.

She was intended to get you over the home base.

Everything is clear as a crystal vase.

You are in the perfect place.

Praise the Lord, for an open door.

Down to my core.

I finally hit the floor.

I have made it through the gore, and the war.

Dodged that boar.

I know there were pieces, that tore.

Gone, is the roar.

My heart is no longer, poor.

Now I soar.

I say Hallelujah, More, More, More!!!

I and My Family Belong to My God and I will Fight!!!!

2011-08-23T13:04:00.000-07:00

My knees are knocking.

The birds are flocking.

The clock is tick tocking.

But it is with You, I will keep walking.

I will not stand here gawking.

Time to stop balking.

This love is not worth the risk of hocking.

Soon the gates will be locking.

Children, listen to the knocking.

It is time to move past talking.

And stop listening to the mocking.

The boat is rocking.

My God, I am Your soldier.

My name is Minister

My blood is Christ's.

And I am here to do His docking.

A Drop of Love....

2011-08-23T10:31:00.001-07:00

You are a beautiful dove.

A song of Love, from above.

The Hunter!!!!

2011-08-23T10:29:00.000-07:00

Grab you a cup of joe.

Lets go, lets go.

This is the season to hoe.

Yes, the season to mow.

One shot with your bow,

will bring down your foe.

Aim high, and aim low.

Your enemy is like a crow.

He will not stand still like a doe.

Know that your season is coming to sow.

Do what you must,

from corner to corner, row, row, row.

The end is coming.

To those who aren't in tow,

Woe, Woe, Woe!

The Lion....

2011-08-23T10:16:00.000-07:00

The Lion has roared.

You are not to be a gourd.

Nor are you to engorge.

You can not afford, to hoard.

Unsheathe your sword.

My spirit I have poured.

If you must, write it on a billboard.

It is time to cut the cord.

You have been adorned.

By your one and only Lord.

You and Me....

2011-08-18T11:58:00.000-07:00

From the very start.

Always together.

Never apart.

Holding tight, through every fiery dart.

I pray we are, heart to heart.

No longer in disguise.

The veil has lifted from the lies.

Crystal clear skies.

Darkness dies.

Every morning we will arise.

Your clarity is wise.

I pray we are, eyes to eyes.

Now that I can hear.

Gone is the fear.

I no longer feel queer.

My senses are so keen.

I can hear every gear.

Your footsteps and mine are very near.

You are so precious and dear.

You have wiped away every tear.

I pray we are, ear to ear.

Confusion has been left behind.

What a find, to be able to unwind.

This blessing is sweet and kind.

I pray we are, mind to mind.

Without a doubt.

My life has been turned about.

Words should never make a person pout.

I am taking Your route.

From east to west, north to south.

I am painting my room in Your house.

I love being quiet as a mouse.

I pray we are, mouth to mouth.

I will never fear it.

I know I can always hear it.

You Father, rear it,

and then sear it.

Most of all, keep me near it.

I pray we are, spirit to spirit.

Goodmorning!!!!

2011-08-16T08:47:00.000-07:00

Open your eyes, Oh, please, open your eyes.

Good morning My beautiful one.

I can hardly wait for you, each and every day.

Come to Me, hurry, come to Me.

Come and pray, later we will play.

When we are together, My heart feels light and gay.

Every morning with you, feels like a lovely sunrise, in May.

The clouds are at bay.

Hey, make sure you can hear what I say.

Your praises sing out, like the sweetest blue jays.

This is the way we will stay.

When you smile, it is like the sun's brightest ray.

Yay, Oh yay, I am the Potter and you are My clay.

I will lead the way.

Here with Me, there is not the slightest hint of grey.

Lets sing, dance, run and prance.

We can even have a little romance.

Then later we will rest.

On the grass our heads will lay.

The New Season....

2011-08-15T14:12:00.000-07:00

This new season is spring.

It is flying in on an eagle's wing.

The old season is passing.

I am sending it out,

with a zing, from My sling.

With a ping and a ding, it will feel My sting.

In spring, there is no room for an old fling.

Cut the string.

Bow down to your King.

You are His chosen queen.

Slip on your ring, and sing My love, sing.