The Hourglass


Seems like we mortals do nothing but ask.

Ask of You for our wants and for our needs.

‘Cause we think, for You, it’s a simple task.

So on and on we beg You and we plead.


Seem to forget that You see what’s ahead.

You know what we need, you know what we don’t.

We wait and ask did you hear what we said?

You smile and say, “I won’t budge, no I won’t.”


What if we simply praised you day and night?

Putting our wants, needs daily in your hands.

Trusting your plans, You always in our sight.

You’re the hourglass holding our grains of sand.


I love and trust you my mighty King!

The days You give; your praises I will sing!

I wrote a sonnet! First time. The pattern I chose is abab cdcd efef gg with 14 lines. Each line is 10 syllables long. It was fun.


See Me

I’ve got something to say, a hard pill for you to swallow.

For all I ever wanted from you was kept away as I inevitably would follow.

You left me with a festering wound that hasn’t properly healed.

You spit me out, only to tug me back in as you spun your reel.

You say how can I be a Christian and treat you this way.

My answer is still why couldn’t you love me; see me just for one day?

Forty four years clinging, grabbing at anything you will give, or hand out.

But I’ve learned hanging from the promise of you leaves me empty inside, a drought.

Well I still have something to say. Not to cause you pain but to show you…

I’ve found a Love to replace what you wouldn’t give, what was due.

He’s teaching seven times seventy every waking hour.

And His word, oh his Word, do I devour.

The promise of Him, I’ll hang on to forevermore.

Until I come and set my feet on that other shore.

And when I do, I hope He can show me why.

You chose to hurt me so early, causing me to be gun-shy.

I’m not cruel and bitter, for I want for you so much more.

To find your way to an alter and use it for what it’s for.




Back for another refill, back for more!

I reach in and fill my cup as You pour.

Carrying what you give, what you freely supply.

I take it back to pass onto others in our city in the sky.

On streets made of gold, I walk the land with only one desire.

Each lamppost is my responsibility, to light with Your holy fire.

In the early days I often wondered how a man like me;

Could be given such a wonderful opportunity.

The life I lived was full of murder and of sin.

As every one of my foes, I ultimately did them in.

A murderer, a liar and a cheat was I for many years.

Until the day You listened to my apologies with forgiving ears.

And when my time came, You called me to leave there below…

to heaven with You, I was just glad to be able to go.

“Just give me a corner of heaven, just a small piece of the pie.”

“For I don’t deserve any more than that, not even to fly.”

But You looked at me, peering over Your big book.

and you said, “My child come and take a look.”

“All have a job here, All have a place.”

“To be here you must finally accept and keep my grace.”

“Yes Lord I accept, I’m ready to go into eternity deeper…”

Were my words as He dubbed me Heaven’s Light Keeper!

So when you look up at the night sky, all those lights you see.

Remember those were lit by a forgiven, redeemed, wretch like me!


March/ Marching On Tag

This month’s theme is “Marching on”. Thank you Dollface for tagging me! 🙂

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you to participate.

2. Link back to the original post.

3. Use the original featured image.

4. Talk about what this month’s theme means to you.

5. Answer the questions.

6. Nominate one or more people to participate.

7. Enjoy the rest of your month!


1. Are you or anyone in your family Irish?

My grandma always said we were Heinz 57 when it came to nationalities. Whatever that means…I guess the closest I am to the Irish is 30 mins away from my house at Notre Dame.

2. Do you wear green for St. Patrick’s day?

Not really. I’m not one of those to go get all the get up stuff to stand out. My kiddos wore green to school…that’s about it.

3. Do you decorate for St Patrick’s day?

No. Way.

4.If you spotted a leprechaun, followed him, saw a rainbow  and a pot of gold…what would the gold be to you? Actual gold? Or something else?

I’d love to peer into the pot and see the Lord. Rainbows belong to Him as His promise to us that He would never flood the earth again. Funny how many won’t believe the story of the flood and all that. But they’ll believe in tiny little men with curly shoes creeping around. That cracks me up!😀

5. What shade of green is your favorite? Provide an image if possible.

This shade will do just fine for me!

6. What do you like best about the month of March? What do you like the least? 

It’s my husband’s birthday month!! I love him so much. Also we moved into our home on st Patrick’s day 6 years ago! We are blessed.

Theres nothing I don’t like about march.

7. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

I guess I’d have to say the day I walked down to my cousin’s house. I saw a guy on the steps and I was immediately drawn to him. I haven’t left his side since.

My nominee is Vanessa Williams!

This an original photograph from Vanessa Williams, she gave me permission to share.

Where Were You?



“Where were you the morning he died in his car?”

“Life taken, couldn’t he just have lived with the scars?”

“Where were you the day those towers fell?”

“Smoke smoldering, coming from the pits of hell”

“Where were you when children were hiding in classrooms?”

“Fearful cries filling the hallways those terrible afternoons.”


“On the side of the road I stood waiting to carry his body home.”

“From the day he was born, his time, I’ve always known”

“I was in those stairwells giving strength to the strong.”

“Then carrying souls to heaven, up and down, all that night long.”

“I was hugging those children as I wept, shaking my head….”

“Giving wisdom to those chasing the guilty as they fled.”

“I don’t delight in death. I am the Maker, Giver of life.”

“But mankind blames me as if I’m the one holding the knife.”

“If I am real to you, then you must know there’s evil too.”

“Evil with a plan to destroy and kill, undo you.”

“Free-will I’ve given you so you must choose and not run.”

“Eternal life with me or blame me for what evil has ultimately done.”







Hanging on the precipice of something new.

Waiting, wondering just what will You do!

He who began a good work is faithful to complete it…I always heard.

I can’t wait to see the completion of your word!

Like a train full speed ahead with no breaks

is the unstoppable work Your doing, high are the stakes.

I must be strong and not run away.

No longer do I want a life of dismay.

I wonder with eyes so big just what will you do.

To make my life and heart no longer askew.

So Lord, I give you my life, I throw in the towel this day.

As I no longer wanna do any of it my way.

Your thoughts and Your ways are carefully planned.

On You and Your principles must I stand.

Hanging on the precipice now doesn’t sound so bad.

As I know your promises are permanent, ironclad.

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Purple Rose


Lift your weary head dear Purple Rose.

Breathe in the sights and smells through your nose.

Smell the freedom God always provides.

A way of escape, a place for you to run and hide.

To the strong tower, your lighthouse on a hill.

Whose arms are open while saying, “Know and be still”

Life can roll us over, chew us up and spit us out.

But through it all we’re instructed to continually praise Him and shout…

Victory ahead! Victory ahead!

Praise Him my friend, and He will lift you head.