Worth Less?


There was a little donkey, left starving by the way

He couldn’t even walk no more, he couldn’t even bray

The man who used to beat him, tripped and bumped his head

The man who used to kick him, had gone and dropped down dead


That man arose to heaven, where he saw the holy host

Angels, Serphs, and Cherubs, and God, the Holy Ghost

Then fear like darkness baring death, descended on his soul

And that man who kicked his donkey, fell down a fiery hole


There was a little donkey, left dying by the road

He lay there barely breathing, beneath his heavy load

When Light appeared up in the sky, and warmed him through and through

And summer rain like mama’s love,  fell soft as morning dew


He raised his eyes to see a man, now kneeling by his side

And felt ashamed at his poor lot, he wanted so to  hide

A gentle hand caressed his back, and life coursed through his veins

The next he knew he was on his feet, and free from choking reins


“I need you little donkey, to fulfill a prophecy.

Are you willing little donkey, to bare and carry me? “

The donkey brayed and nodded, and with heart so full of  love

He bowed before the gentle man, and praised the Lord above


Now, you know this little donkey, this humble little ass

He’s the one who carried Jesus, through the city’s cheering mass

And just like him you may be one, all beat and left for dead 

And thoughts of total worthlessness, are all that’s in your head


Take another look at donkey, he wasn’t what he seemed

Man and world tossed him aside, but Christ himself redeemed

Ne’er think my friend that you’re a waste, you’re not a throw-away

He made you in His image, He made you for today


And none can know your actual worth, not you, nor any man

Though, your name is writ in bright red blood, in palm of His own hand.


Mindless Haikus


Parked cars blocked her path

That didn’t stop her neither

Did yelling drivers


Mindless she wandered

Through dense fog of nether world

And missed her exit


Standing before gates

Of luminous white, she froze

Forgetting His name





Whoo-hoo! Kate’s finally in the birthing stage! I was beginning to think she’d had the baby at home and was keeping it all a secret. Isn’t it amazing how important a Royal birth is?

But did you know that there is even more fanfare and celebration in heaven when we are born? There is? Yes, there is! We come into this world descendants of a Royal heritage and priesthood. We are Royalty!


See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! 1st John 3:1

We are the children of the King of Kings and the King of the universe. He who said, “Let there be!” and birthed this beautiful world; He is our Father. He who gave His life and said, “It is finished!” He is our brother and Priest.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth… Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. Genesis 1:1-3 

When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. John 19:30

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1st Peter 2:9

Let’s take joy in the knowledge that all of heaven continually rejoices over us with singing and celebration as they encourage us to run this race to its wonderful conclusion; our birth into the  glorious kingdom of heaven.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:1-3

“Hiii-KOO!” “Bless you!”

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Interruptive sun

Beaming rays and blazing heat

Robs folk of their sleep


In the summertime

Where the sun shines through midnight

Sleep cannot be found


The promise of nights

A false doctrine of heaven

Ablaze with God’s Light


Jo’s beautiful recommendations; I so enjoyed watching and listening to these beautiful songs.

Happy Father’s Day Da

Walter, teenager

Your start in life was not the best

Kicked around and deemed a pest

Hurting, hungry, lost, and sad

You found a wife and became a Dad


And one by one the tribe grew up

Those girls and boys who did your nut

Then out into the world they went

And your last day on earth was spent

The Phoenix from the ashes flew

Redeeming truth with life anew

Up there were all the world is light

And every morning’s good and right

Now watching babies born in youth

who living life are living proof

That even with the direst start

Treasures come to broken hearts

And broken mind in fragile state

Did find in death the open gate

To heaven’s joy, and heaven’s best

To Father’s love and perfect rest




haiku: Manners From Heaven

Whether you consider yourself high bred or low, Jesus, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords is offering to wash you clean today. All you need do is say yesHe will give your heart and soul a warm, cleansing bath, and then bow down and wash your feet. Can you imagine that? The King of the Universe tenderly washing your feet like a loving Father caring for the child He once thought lost! All you need do is say, yes. Say, ‘Yes.’


Jesus as humble servant

Humble Servant Man
Holy Blood, Water, and Wine
Manners from Heaven


Wash Over Me by Access Point

If you have the time to listen and read the lyrics of this video you will be blessed.

Random Thoughts

Heaven is real.

There are angels (sent to help us) constantly flitting between heaven and earth.

As ugly as we can be, and are, God still loves us.

Take heart it’s not over yet.

You can begin again.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new start, another chance.

Don’t despair.

You can throw off the old and put on the new.

Just ask for the help you need.

And never give up believing all things are possible!

Oceans and Rivers of Tears

I wrote this poem the day the little children of Sandy Hook Elementary School were gunned-down while learning their lessons in class. 


Rivers of tears run through fields, and cities, and streets 

Wailing is heard in this nation — (proud and strong) bereft

Its mothers and fathers weep for their children

sisters and brothers lie curled in grief

Their wailing and travailing are heard all the way to heaven

(Where angels are weeping too)

Grandparents pound their chests, “Take me instead! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”

But the little children, snatched in the blink of an eye,

are already safe at home.

The Word of God says that heaven belongs to such as these. After watching this can you just imagine the joy of the children in heaven? 

The Reward

The falling snow-covered her sleek black locks like a mantilla. She reached for the cast-iron handle of the heavily carved church door, turned and pulled it in one motion. Candles flickered around the sanctuary giving a warmth to its gothic stylings. All she needed was the organ softly playing, but there was no one sitting on the bench. All was quiet.

“Click-click, click-click.” Her smart black pumps needed re-heeled. She tried walking on the balls of her feet to lessen the noise and keep her heels from marring the beautiful Italian marble, but the clicking continued. She headed to the altar.

How long had it been since she’d set foot in a church? She couldn’t remember. Flashes of the congregation singing and praising God flooded her mind while her heart-felt like someone had placed a hot-water bottle right in its center. Tears welled up and flowed down her face. The heat in her heart intensified. She knelt at the foot of the altar before flinging herself prostrate on the floor sobbing.

“Why do you love me Lord! When I’m such a waste of life? Why? Please take me home to be with you. I am useless here. I can’t love another human being. I’m so busy judging them, and pushing them away from you with my selfishness. I’ve tried to love people Lord. You know I have, but I just can’t! I don’t have your love in my heart. I’m so selfish! I have nothing to give and I give nothing. Why am I still walking this earth? Why am I still here? Please take me home to be with you! Please Lord, take me home to be with you!


The sobbing continued until moonbeams streamed through the stained-glass window. Weary and worn she got to her knees and then stood to face the altar. Hopelessness filled every cell of her being. She was a complete failure. She was a failure as a wife, and mother, daughter, sister, friend, neighbor, and colleague, but worse than all of that, she was a failure as a Christian. There was no hope for her. There was no point in trying to go on. She’d made up her mind. If He wouldn’t take her home to be with him she would. Taking a bottle of pills from her coat pocket, she turned them out onto her hand, threw them into her mouth, and took a quick drink from the holy water by the side-door.

She lay down on the first pew and waited. In the distance she could see a beautiful crystal-sea. The icy-blue waters gently lapped at the gleaming white sands while the breeze whispered… What was it saying? She struggled to hear. Angels, some in white and some in blue robes, some with golden sashes, and some with white, filled the heavens. She tried calling them, but her voice wouldn’t work. She sat up and watched as one by one people of all ages appeared and seemed to take their place in the pews until every pew was filled and every aisle overflowing. And music, unlike any she had ever known, permeated everything. Was that the scent of? Jasmine? lavender? Gardenia? She couldn’t quite place it.

A little boy, maybe three years old, came over to her. He looked at her with such love in his eyes she wondered if he knew her. His chubby little hand reached up and gently touched her face. “Thank you for praying for me, and my mommy and daddy.” he said, and kissed her cheek.

“But I don’t know you; when did I pray for you.?” she whispered. The boy moved on only to be replaced by an old woman. Just as the boy had done the woman looked at her with such love in her eyes and then gently caressed her face. “Thank you for lifting me up. Your prayers bought me enough time so that I was able to say goodbye to my precious husband.”

“But I don’t know you either, when did I pray for you?”

A young man in combat gear came next. He looked at her with such love in his eyes. “Thank you for praying for me.” he said caressing her tear-stained face. “Without your prayers I wouldn’t be here. You prayed me into the Kingdom. I’ll be forever grateful.”

One by one the people in the pews came forward, looked at her with such love, caressed her face, and thanked her for the prayers she’d said for them. “But I don’t know any of you!” she cried.

She watched as the tiny flickering light in the middle of the altar grew until it filled the church. And then a voice from above said, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these you did for me.” Her body was now upright and she was floating toward the flame. Indescribable love engulfed, surrounded, poured-in and out of her all at the same time. And peace like a river carried her forward. As she drew closer to the center of the flame it opened in a vision.

She saw herself sitting at the breakfast table with her bible open, her hands lifted high, and praying. The vision changed and she was prostrate on the floor on top of a large map of the world. She was weeping and wailing and calling on the Name of God to save the lost Peoples of the different nations. She pled for the down-trodden, and the despised, the poor and the hurting in war-torn regions. The vision changed again. This time she was driving and each time she passed a child she lifted them up to the Lord for salvation, deliverance, and protection. And again the vision changed. This time she saw herself kneeling, hands clasped in prayer by her bedside.

She could hear the faint sound of voices surrounding her and struggled to hear what was being said. The sound increased. A hand took hers and turned her to face the pews. There on their knees were all the people who had thanked her for her prayers. She instantly knew they were praying for her! She could feel waves and waves of love wash over her until she was overcome with joy. Suddenly she burst out singing, “Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning my song shall rise to you! Only thou art Holy, Merciful, and Mighty, God in three persons, blessed trinity!” She thought she was going to explode with joy.

Once again she was watching the icy-blue waves lap the crystal-sea. The whispering was louder and she could finally hear what was being said. “But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.” She stood, her spirit renewed, her heart bursting with love, and her purpose clear. She’d never felt better in her life. All she wanted to do was run into the street and pour out God’s love on everyone she met.   —   And she did. 


My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine!
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me from this day be wholly thine.!

May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart, 
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me.
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire…

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song rise to thee.

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty,

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!


Holy, holy, holy!  All the saints adore thee,

casting down their golden around the crystal sea;

cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,

which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be 

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name,

in earth and sky and sea.

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty,

God in three persons, blessed Trinity.

Are You Hurting?

Are you?

Are you so weary that you can barely lift your head? Are you so afraid you feel sick to your stomach? Have you cried every tear until there are none left? Are you lost in the pit of despair?

Do you feel all alone and that no one cares? Or that no one could possibly understand? It’s not true. You are not alone in your hellish pit. 

Take a deep breath and lift up your head. Look to the heavens and know that God is looking down at you with all the love in the universe and the heavens. He sees your pain. He feels your sorrow. His heart is hurting with the hurt in you. Just as a loving earthly parent hurts for their child so does God. But just as an earthly parent has to stand back and let their child grow in strength and knowledge so does He.

Will you come through this valley stronger and wiser? The hosts of heaven are all cheering you on. The Saints of earth are praying for you to make it. God is calling people you don’t even know to pray for you. And those strangers are lifting you up in intercession, begging God to help you, pleading with Him to show you the way and to help you carry the cross that is weighing you down. They are also thanking Him for lifting you out of your pit and bringing you to a bright new day in Him. Hold-on! Believe, and Receive the love abundantly poured out on you today.

How can you be sure this is for you? How did you get to this post? Be Blessed and know that you are never alone! And this too shall pass!

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