I woke up this morning (poem)
I woke up this morningwith burning in my chestand wondered to myselfis this another testrather than do what I didin times that came beforeI carefully, prayerfullylower my head toward the floor
Category Archives: Lighted Offerings
Prepared (poem)
I am prepared to hobbleTo cobble myself togetherAnd strain toward the end of the lineThe glory of God divine
Lighthouse in My Storm
Lighthouse in my storm King upon the throne I fix my eyes on You And set my sails for home
The Journey
“They shall see His face, and His name shall be on their foreheads.” — Revelation 22:4 “You must stop and smell the delightful flowers growing along the path and taste the goodness in each fresh morning…” Abiri had a tendency to wax poetic when he got onto a topic he liked. “Abiri.” Renee laughed …
The Face of a Prince
“We love Him because He first loved us.” — I John 4:19 On steely cold streets, a nameless orphan, dirty-faced with cast-off clothes, stares toward the Gate. She is already hardened from mere survival, but still has that wistful childhood longing. She’s heard stories about the Prince’s city beyond the Gate. Some passerby drops …
Faith of a Child
“But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;” — I Corinthians 1:27 When Renee was barely more than a newborn, her parents abandoned her to the streets. She grew up scrambling …
Sunrise
There was nothing Kaliri loved more than sitting up on the cliff wall at sunrise. Hard rock dropped off sheer into a grand vista of desert to her right, lush mountain valleys to her left, and the mountain range dividing them. A wind blew at her back, and she thought she could taste in …
keep on walking (poem)
I really am a lot of things— but one thing I have learned: never let go of your dreams nor the miles you’ve earned! Walk and walk and keep on walking forward through the night, because if you just fail to stop, one day you’ll reach the light!
a bright light (poem)
hope is a bright light beams traveling over my heart by hours to see it, to touch it, believe it my powers
for the light (poem)
I pray for the light with open hands and open mind to understand