Sunday, April 22, 2018

Loneliness II


why do you torture me,

and make me feel so sad?


Why do I do what I do,

To deal with you? 

Why do I listen to you,

instead of the Lord? 

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Your choice. ( Poetry.)

It is our choice,

Every day,

To do what is right,

Or to go astray,

Will you follow the hard path,

Or decide to go rouge,

Will you live the way,

Jesus wants us to,

Or will you just focus on you?

It's your choice,

Every day,

We have free will,

and what you chose,

It will ether glorify,

Or let our flesh go wild,

Will you follow our passions and fantasies,

Or will you do what is right and Godly.

It is your choice,

to make each day,

will you take the hard road,

or go astray?

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Run with me! (poem.)

Take my hand,

Run away with me,

Leave this town,

Your family,

and your ex,

And let's go to where things are best,

Will you come with me?

Up north to Wyoming,

Or down to Texas?

Whatever happens,

Will you go with me?

To the ends of the seas?

Monday, March 19, 2018

How I love you Lord ( poem.)

Lord how I love you! ,

It is kinda crazy 

that you would come down,

to save sinners like me,

hell-bent and broken,

till you came into my life,

and everything changed,

As my life goes on,

You are the one who created me,

So why am I so selfishly at times,

just ungrateful for the life you gave me? 

I guess it is my human nature,

that tells me I'm too far gone,

and that there's no way out.

Lord, you have helped me many times,

So please help me overcome,

Before I fall apart. 

Lord, How I love you!

Monday, March 5, 2018

All these people! ( poetry.)

All these people,

We all see,

When we look around,

All those souls,

lost and need to be found,

And what are we doing?

We are just sitting in our homes,

Where we feel a false sense

of out of home satisfaction,

While the unsaved druggie ,

Hopeless and alone,

Is on the street snorting crack,

The disabled vet,

He is living a living hell,

with having PTSD.

And what do we do?

The lesbian who don't,

what is true love,

and is told she can't change,

Will we kick her out of church,

And tell her she can never be forgiven?

What do we do?

How will we deal with

Those who are disturbed and unsaved?

Do we let them rot in hell?

Or will we share the Gospel,

and pray God uses us ,

to save them from eternal condemnation.


* I wrote this to wake up fellow Christians from
bad and close to sinful ways to reach unsaved.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

When you feel like you are too far gone.. Grace....

 Ok. I normally do poetry but I decided I wanted to post this instead for personal reasons. 

Even As Christians, it is sometimes very hard. There are indeed days where we can feel

like we have done things that are never pardonable because of how wrong they may be.

But did Jesus come to atone just the "little things." or "white lies."? Heck no! 

God doesn't choose what he will forgive his people for and what he won't . 

Even when it feels like you are just too far gone, you ain't.

God doesn't dump you. Ask him for forgiveness for what you done and he will forgive.

With his help, Jesus will help you fight no matter how hard things may be. 

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

when your burdens seem to hard to bear ( poetry.)

When your burdens seem to hard to bear,

Cast them down to our savior,

Who will help you get through,

If your trials seem to hard to stand,

Cast them to our Savior,

Who will help up stand,

When your heart feels like it is gonna burst,

Share your problems with The Lord.

Monday, February 19, 2018


lifelessness fills my body,

As I lay here alone,

Wishing I wasn't so screwed up,

Wishing people care,

I guess I will get off the floor,

and let healing come,

So I will with God's help,

Live but never overcome,

A life tossed to me,

I thank you for caring,

Despite me being a mistake,

That slowly Jesus is fixing,

So there is life in me,

Thank you very much,

For helping me get up,

and be alive a bit longer,

till Jesus takes me away.

a new perspective on helping....

So today my depression hit max when I broke out crying while talking to a Barista who knows a lot

about me. More than many many people do. I VERY Rarely , like I think this may have been my first

time, broke out crying in public place while talking to someone in public. The crazy thing was her

response was one I never had received before and was like different in a interesting sense .

Often when people have tried to calm me down, they have done so by talking to me.

This time was different. I don't know if it is the response of a woman or not,

but she just sat down by me and comforted me by sitting by my side and saying

nothing because there really was not much to say. It almost felt like she was

looking after me, which was a ok feeling. The thing that was different than

anything before was nobody had ever rubbed my back in a way that seemed

to be being used to make me feel better in a comforting sense.  It was a experience

that was totally different in a good way than anything else. It really showed how

caring a gal can be. In the long run,  I did recover.  For y'all who follow me, what would you do if

you were in the same situation, except with someone else who cares about you? Thoughts?

Thursday, February 15, 2018

failure ( poetry)


He calls our name,

making is feel insane,

He talks to us,

Distorts truth,

And makes me feel like,

you don'y know you.


makes you want to tie a rope to you head,

and knock down the chair,

but with God's help,

you have to get up.


Will you let it rule your life,

Or will you turn to The Light,

And trust him more?

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

My mind ; ( poetry )

sometimes, it is hard to believe, 

That I am me,

sometimes I don't like,

having multiple personalities,

sometimes It would be nice,

If they would just begone,

But they know I am alone,

I hear them tell me now and then,

You are us and we are them,

It is no use fighting us,

Then another voice ,

Calls me by name,

And tells me to keep fighting,

So I shall listen and keep in battle,

and never will my mind destroy me.....

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Annuals.... (Poetry.)

Like a Annual,

We have one life,

That God gave us,

So are we gonna waste it,

Or go live for Christ?

Unlike Perennials and biannuals,

we only have one chance,

So when wet die,

will God ask us " why"?