Sometimes Christmas presentsAre last-minute things—We rush to just buy something—Hope for joy it brings.Sometimes gifts are well thought outAnd studied with care,But executed hurriedlyWe hope the idea’s fair.Sometimes our grand designsAre thwarted in some way:The store’s sold out, it’s discontinued—It costs how much? No way! But God’s Christmas PresentWas no last-minute mad dash.He did not scramble… Continue reading The Appointment of Christmas
Thank you, God, for this day. Please bless it to Your name, I pray. Please bless my mind and bless my eyes That I may learn and become wise. Please bless my heart, that I obey, So I can learn a lot today.
There’s a fire, fire fire, There’s a fire in my heart today. It’s gonna burn, burn, burn, It’s gonna burn all the trash away. They’ll be a pile, pile, pile, A big old pile I’m pulling out. You’ll see it burn, burn, burn, See it burning all about.
Thank you so much for following along with me and subscribing. You have been a big part of this journey since I restarted my blog this year. I am happy to announce my first book, Learning to Love: a Collection of Poetry and 40 Daily Devotions...
Jesus died not for angels Nor zebras nor the crane. He died not for marsupials Nor tigers just the same. He wasn’t born a monkey Or any other beast, Though He’s called the Lion of Judah The Lamb of God, our peace. He was born a man, a gift to men, Offered to none before. What an honor life becomes To know and love Him more.
A house divided cannot stand. It’s like a castle in the sand. It’s like a palace on the shore With a storm coming to its door. A house divided cannot live. It won’t repent and won’t forgive. It sharpens swords that it has made Against itself, which blunts its blade.
Come and sing God a new song. Come worship! Come join the throng. Let’s dance like David in the street And touch the lives of all we meet. Come, let us climb the mountain peak To shout His name. Come mild and meek!
This is a poem and a short biography of my great-great grandfather Joseph Addision Scarboro, American Baptist preacher and missionary during the second half of the 19th century and first half of the 20th century.
As you enjoy your Memorial Day, take some time to honor the fallen soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we enjoy. This is my poem, "Memorial," in memory of one such soldier.
The world says to follow your heart, but what does the Bible say? In my poem "Following Your Heart," I explore what the Bible says about desire and following your inner voice.