My weather app has lied again,
There’s just no truth in it.
Though I complain in frustration,
It doesn’t help a bit.
Operate much like that.
Life always seems to pull a fake
Rabbit out of its hat.
Most everything I know,
But there’s still one in whom I trust,
Where I can always go.
And He will hear each word,
Those I have spoken to the world,
And those just He has heard.
His grace and mercy, too,
There is no path that I have walked
That He’s not led me through.
He’s worked things out for me,
But I have always found His way
Brings me where I should be.
You do what you do best,
But my faith rests in Him alone,
Whose love and grace don’t rest.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without
wavering, for he who promised is faithful.
You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on
you, because he trusts in you.
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Where My Faith Rests
Friday, September 11, 2026
The Dark Abyss
We stand upon the precipice,
Peering at the abyss,
Wondering how we reached a point
As dangerous as this.
Those who call him their king,
Wield sin and evil, hate and fear,
With all the death they bring.
They’ve already come in,
And we can see the black abyss
That dwells within such men.
Then we become their prey.
There will be no place we can hide
Until the judgement day.
We have a choice to make.
Don’t be deceived, instead recall
Our children are at stake.
Then I assure you this,
We’ll watch all those we love cast out
Into that dark abyss.
And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an
angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves
as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a
time for peace.
Thursday, September 10, 2026
In Rain Or Drought
Some days it rains on my parade,
Other days it’s a drought.
Yet, either way I sing Your praise,
That’s what faith is about.
Or what You know I need,
I’m raising up a song of thanks.
For they’re Your gifts, indeed.
Of me and hold to You,
But. when I recall Your vast grace.
That’s what I’ll always do.
To You, I’ll lift my praise.
Through rain or drought, my faith’s in You.
Your mercies still amaze!
Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice
of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise
the Lord!
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Joy In Simple Things
It didn’t seem like a big thing,
A low spot in the lawn
Where the spring rains had pooled a bit.
By dusk it would be gone.
They didn’t need a lake,
Just a small spot where they could find
Some rest and a short break.
Then, before dusk came on,
They quacked with joy and spread their wings,
Took off and they were gone.
Still brings me such delight,
But when I see this reminder
My day just feels so right.
That simple joys are best,
And that I’m wealthy past belief
When my soul is at rest.
And the delight I feel
Each time I’m reminded my joy
In simple things is real.
Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have
learned, in whatever situation I am, to be content.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence
there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
Vengeance Is Yours, Not Mine
I’m listening to You tonight,
Not giving You commands.
I don’t need to explain it all
To one who understands.
And those who rant and shout,
Demanding that I praise their sin
And do not call it out.
Rage they have poured on me,
But vengeance is not mine to take,
That’s not how I’m to be.
Of these points, now and then.
I may, and shall, condemn their deeds,
But give to You, their sin.
I can pray they return,
But I cannot punish them for
The evil scars they earn.
And, when I should not speak,
Please give strength to hush, instead.
Your wisdom’s what I seek.
Those who rejoice in sin.
You know when vengeance is needed,
And when grace should begin.
Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the
wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the
Lord.”
Do not say, “I will repay evil”; wait for the Lord, and
he will deliver you.
Monday, September 7, 2026
Eternity To Eternity
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
One thing remains the same.
God’s in control and we are not,
Despite what some might claim.
The heavens and the earth.
It will be so beyond earth’s end,
And was before its birth.
Is but a farce and lie.
God does not relinquish His might,
His kingdom cannot die.
But in His holy name,
Knowing that His redeeming grace
Is there for us to claim.
We lift to You our praise.
To You alone, in Trinity,
Forever and always.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who
is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the
everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or
grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.
To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only
God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.
Sunday, September 6, 2026
A Branch Of The Vine
God planted His Word in this earth,
And Christ became His vine.
All those who live and grow in Him
Are fruit, ample and fine.
To the vine’s sanctity,
Then that fruit which it produces
Will grow abundantly.
It withers and will die.
Without Him, it will bear no fruit,
However it may try.
His mercies with us all,
But few are those branches that choose
To answer to His call.
That withers and is lost.
Stay close to Him, rooted and strong,
Through drought or bitter frost.
As the harvest draws nigh,
For that fruit which still lives in Him,
He’ll gather by and by.
I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me
and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do
nothing.
Yet I planted you a choice vine, wholly of pure seed. How
then have you turned degenerate and become a wild vine?
Saturday, September 5, 2026
Nothing Fancy, Except...
There was nothing special today,
Except for all of it.
From seeing others live Your grace,
To helping out a bit.
Until You showed me how
The pieces all fit into place.
It makes sense to me now.
Simply that we obey.
The blessings spread beyond our sight,
For this is the Lord’s way.
But His plan is in place,
And I am grateful that, today,
I got to share His grace.
Nothing fancy or fine,
Except for those lessons I’ve learned
Obeying The Divine.
But he said, “Blessed rather are those who hear the word
of God and keep it!”
And Samuel said, “Has the Lord as great delight in burnt
offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey
is better than sacrifice, and to listen than the fat of rams.
Friday, September 4, 2026
Blessings Beyond Belief
The blessings You poured out today
On those so dear to me
Are vast and unbelievable,
Yet, they are clear to see.
It never crossed my mind,
But You knew what joy it would bring.
Lord, You are more than kind.
The mercies You display
To those who love and trust in You.
You never turn away.
Our feet upon the way
That brings us closer to You, and
Thank You for this blessed day!
And my God will supply every need of yours according to
his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence
there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Thursday, September 3, 2026
Unyielding Love
I lay them down at Your feet, Lord,
My worries and my cares.
I know I tend to take them back,
When I’ve said my prayers.
And leave them in Your hand.
That’s how I see it in my mind,
The way I have it planned.
At my bold, well laid plan.
You know me well enough to know
Planning does not mean can.
Your sight exceeds my own,
And I know that I trust You first.
At least that much, I’ve grown.
What I’ve said I will do,
And leave them in the hands of Him
Who’s love will see me through.
That, even when I flinch,
Your love is still unceasing, and
It does not yield an inch.
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should
go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.
casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for
you.







