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You may as well quit reading and hearing the Word of God and give it to the Devil if you do not desire to live according to it.
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Seeking God’s Wisdom
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The text used for this poem is based upon Proverbs Chapter 10, with the 10th verse taking center stage: “The wise lay up knowledge, but the babbling of a fool brings ruin.”
Seeks God’s wisdom
His words bring wealth
A benevolent father
Welcomes a wise child
Virtue always delivers
Never going hungry
The judicious of heart
Follows the Commandments
Always walks in integrity
Makes for a secure life
Boldly calls out trouble
Brings peace to life
Use righteous words
Builds a fountain of life
Hate stirs up trouble
Love heals our offenses
Craves absorbing wisdom
Ignores a blathering fool
Leads an honorable life
Shuns sinful behaviors
Be prudent when speaking
Uses a blameless tongue
Seeks the Lord’s blessings
Comes in reverent prayer
Follows our heavenly Father
His stronghold protects us
Corrie ten Boom Quote
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Be filled with the Holy Spirit; join a church where the members believe the Bible and know the Lord; seek the fellowship of other Christians; learn and be nourished by God’s Word and His many promises. Conversion is not the end of your journey–it is only the beginning.
Distant Beating Drum
One can hear a distant drum beating as Native American culture faces an neverending onslaught upon their way of life. It all begins in 1607 with the settlement of the Jamestown colony. Listen closely, do you hear . . .
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A distant beating drum . . .
Europeans sail to a pristine land
Fixated with ways of the Red Man
Ignoring these Native Americans
They push inland because they can
A distant beating drum . . .
Wealth and greed motivate the White Man
Appropriating riches found by his hands
Native Americans outnumber these men
Unaware of the many more to be sent
A distant beating drum . . .
Native Americans trade land for peace
Hoping the greed and violence will cease
A new American culture lusts for more
Their hunger for more continues to soar
A distant beating drum . . .
Slowly Native Americans sadly retreat
Heartbroken, their culture faces defeat
Maintaining their language and traditions
Now experiencing life with new conditions
Where has the silent beating drum gone?
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Native American culture struggles to hold on to its footprint of life in today’s world. In Maryland, the Choptank nation long ago assimilated into the European-based culture. Out West, a system of reservations have failed to provide a stable way of life. The lands set aside in Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Wyoming, and Oklahoma have created a setting for poverty and a lack of sufficient opportunities for the Native people.
If you enjoyed reading this poem and hunger for more about Native American history and the life out West, feel free to check out these previously published poems.
Billy Graham Quote
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Integrity is the glue that holds our way of life together. We must constantly strive to keep our integrity intact. When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost; all is lost.
From Titus 2:7-8: “Show yourself in all respects a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, gravity, and sound speech that cannot be censured; then any opponent will be put to shame, having nothing evil to say of us.”
Waiting and Ready
Sitting eerily silent after these forgotten years
The abandoned firehouse rests without fears
Remaining alive, vivid memories reign again
Quietly remembering all that had once been
Rising above a busy street, the firehouse stands
Firefighters arrive on deck, with powerful hands
Living quarters on the second floor make due
Firefighters’ labors never seem quite through
Recalling a flawless safety record that shines
Teamwork and training work together just fine
Feeling safe, homes and merchants live nearby
They all witness courage as every day races by
Filling the ground floor, two red engines wait
The ensuing alarm will signal their next fate
Waiting side by side . . . shiny, clean, and bright
Pumper and ladder engines, eager to take flight
Providing basic firefighting is the pumper’s place
While the ladder reaches high floors, just in case
Visiting a nearby grade school one October day
The ladder engine shows off in a marvelous way
Encouraging children ask the ladder to go high
Accommodating firefighters look prepared to fly
Returning to the firehouse, a calm and inviting sight
An alarm goes out, both engines prepare for the fight
Sliding down a pole, firefighters destined for action
Their special clothing assembled, ready in a fraction
Rolling out to the street, piercing sirens wail
These seasoned warriors intend never to fail
Weaving through traffic, the engines arrive in time
Quick response calms the fire before it can climb
Remembering the past, the excitement is long done
The old firehouse stands ready for one final, fire run
The fire house in the photograph is the former fire department headquarters in Cambridge, Maryland. It sits empty today, waiting for its next assignment.
Charles Swindoll Quote
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The beautiful thing about this adventure called faith is that we count on Him never to lead us astray. He knows exactly where He’s taking us. Our job is to obey.
Mom’s Summer Woes
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Summer finally arrives
Breaking from school routines
Children eager, excited, hyper-filled, energized
When does Mom ever get to take a break?
Chauffeuring children everywhere
Swimming lessons, sports camps
Gas tank never seems full
When does Mom get to run to a special place?
Thunderstorms pop up
Bringing their usual culprits
Rain, wind, hail, lightning, thunder
How did Mom’s new umbrella end up in the yard?
Enjoyable family gatherings
Long picnics, games aplenty
Lots of tasty food prepared
But Mom—why are we picking up a bucket at KFC?
Travel plans made
Laundry, packing, laundry, repacking
Mom still must be “Mom”
When does Mom get to enjoy “her” vacation?
School arrives again
Summer finally over—finally!
Bus leaves with the kiddos
Why does Mom hit the snooze again?
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Thomas Brooks Quote
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Christ is the sun, and all the watches of our lives should be set by the dial of His motion.
Dang Jack Rabbit
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Bill runs into his neighbor Fred at the local feed store. In conversation, Bill tells Fred, “I noticed that there back tire on yer truck is a mite bit low on tread.”
Fred replies back, “Ah, dat there tire has quite a few miles left da go.”
The men depart and finish up their business in town before heading back home. As Bill drives down the road, he comes upon Fred’s truck, rolled over on its side, off of the road.
Bills stops and surveys the situation. Fred appears okay, much of his cattle feed is scattered on the ground, and the suspected tire has blown nearly clean off of the rim.
Bill calmly asks Fred what has happened. With eyes growing bigger by the second, Fred excitedly tells him, “A vig jack rabbit nearly ran me self off this here road. Look vat he did to ma perfectly good tire.”
I appreciate you stopping to read another of these very short stories. If you missed my previous micro short stories, you can find them from the links below. Enjoy!
