Driving in style
His Montana Cadillac—
Four-wheel drive pick-up
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Driving the highway
Following the sun all day—
Brilliant setting sun
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Cruisin’ down the road
Jammin’ to favorite tunes—
Bringin’ me back home
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Do you have any memories of rolling on down the highway? If so, feel free to comment and start a conversation.
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Life staying simple each day
Small children learning, God’s way
Like a skilled potter’s clay
Growing up in amazing ways
Lives filling with unique freshness
Creating moments of tender newness
Parents providing support and love
Following God’s example, from above
God watching His only Son
Caring for His little One
Pure gentleness touching with kindness
Lighting the way with fondness
Each moment charging with adventure
Experiencing delightful walks with nature
Little things appearing awfully big
Playing, sandbox shovels seriously dig
Miniature cars creating a parade
Playing with confidence, never afraid
Small puzzles offering a challenge
Showing off a newfound talent
Pictures take-off, ready to fly
Finding a favorite book nearby
Caring sister, like none other
Loving Bubba, her big brother
Baby starting out, lovingly cute
Playing music, like a flute
A toddler replacing the baby
Bringing out endless energy, daily
Parents watching with loving smiles
Thankful for every precious mile
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We have a clear path to choose
Anything else, we definitely lose
A godless enemy brings emptiness
He prowls and waits, eager to strike
His path only leads to unhappiness
Our lives feel like a bursting dike
We see the good life in front of us
But the light comes with false hopes
Glamour and riches without the fuss
Darkness clouds over life’s periscope
Gloomy doom brings promises, so empty
A champion bears our guilt and shame
There is a better way, filled with plenty
Life truly means more than just a game
The Light of Salvation chases away the dark
Christ bears our wounds at a bloody cross
The enemy slithers away, gone is his spark
Jesus’ Holy righteousness reaches across
Our loving Father sacrifices His only Son
His shed blood atones for our sinful ways
An empty tomb declares, Christ has won
Accept me and follow, He proudly says
We have a clear path to choose
Anything else, we definitely lose
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Turn negative off
Stand on God’s eternal Word—
Trusting in the Lord
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Faith running empty
Encouragement now arrives—
In God’s healing truth
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Did you hear the news?
The cold, dark tomb is empty—
Jesus has risen!
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This poem was published in December, 2018. The two dogs were part of a family for many years, and their passing just weeks apart made for a difficult time to deal with. I was blessed to know this loving duo, and this poem was written as a tribute to them.
Scooter and Sydney become life-long best friends
A collie and a beagle loving each other to the end
Scooter is a handsome male, steady as he goes
Sydney is a beautiful female, smiling with a glow
Scooter stands steady and reliable as anyone can see
Sydney fills time with energy and spirit like a busy bee
Scooter enjoys taking long naps by a window in the sun
Sydney would rather discover a backyard path for fun
Scooter shows off a well-mannered and warm deposition
Sydney’s sneaky behavior may put her in a bad position
Scooter savors his food ever so slowly—never in a hurry!
Sydney devours hers ever so quickly—always in a flurry!
Scooter never becomes too excited on any given day
Sydney feels hyper and animated with plenty of play
Scooter manages to keep his life always quiet and neat
Sydney steals Scooter’s food—being so sly and sweet!
Both dogs make each other’s life first-class and real
Each leaves many memories filled with extra appeal
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If you wait for inspiration to write you’re not a writer, you’re a waiter.
Fiction writers can’t be trusted. They make things up.
From Luke 12:32-34: “Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in Heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
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Mankind endlessly searches earth’s treasures
Wandering and looking under each rock
Few ever deliver much to measure
As time flees, few seconds left on a clock
Treasures worth seeking, always to be found
Depositing the seeds of faith with God
His Word brings a richness, lovingly bound
Accept now His Grace, with a “yes” and nod
No earthly treasure can compare to this
Eternal life awaits, accept His call
Taking up our cross, we follow God’s list
His Holy treasure, never fails or falls
Following our Lord, no need to measure
Christ’s blood brings a harvest of treasures
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America’s Minister of Encouragement, Dennis Swanberg, writes: “There is absolutely no evidence that complexity and materialism lead to happiness. On the contrary, there is plenty of evidence that simplicity and spirituality lead to joy, a blessedness that is better than happiness.”
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On a deserted, darkened street
Halloween arrives with its treats
The two of us, walking down the lane
Scared and excited, looking for fame
An empty house breathes, coming alive
Energy awakens and desires to thrive
An electrifying party is set for tonight
The ancient house turns up its lights
A full moon illuminates the night sky
Just as witches in black, prepare to fly
Special guests add to the scary fun
Arriving from their past, one by one
Escaping from his creator’s famous lab
Frankenstein stumbles in, frightfully fab
Waking up from sleeping in a coffin bed
Dracula flies over, with a thirst for “red”
Howling eerily, over sighting a rare full moon
Wolfman pounces in, not a moment too soon
Sitting like unsuspecting flowers on a wall
The two of us don’t want this to end at all
Music and spirits fill the old, rundown place
This Halloween returns with a familiar taste
The impromptu party doesn’t last long
Finishing the night with one final song
Precisely tapping ruby-colored shoes three times
A young girl requests to return home before Nine
Walking past the darkened, empty house
You and I cannot even hear a tiny mouse
Realizing again, it’s time for lights out
Planning to return in a year, no doubt
Farmer in the field
Tractor quits, fuel tank empty—
Finished for the day
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Waiting patiently
Hoping never to be used—
Prepared and ready
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Walkin’ to the pond
What is the dang noise about?
Those frogs are somethin’
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The midnight moon arrives low in the sky
Another wicked witch stands ready to fly
Rising from his barren, freezing coffin this night
Dracula seeks a bloody treat before dawn’s light
All of the spirits, zombies, goblins, and others
Arrive for a Halloween dance like none other
The trick or treaters have long since been in bed
With their high blood sugar rushing to their heads
Howling under the dark, scary night—preparing to play
The ferocious werewolf, inclined to frighten and prey
How are you sleeping on this dreadfully dark night?
While the darkness brings horror and much fright!
