I wrote the post below when our twin boys turned 18. It seems fitting to include it in Dave's Testimony. If God gave us double miracles: babies who survived birth upon arriving 2-1/2 months early; God can give their Daddy a miracle healing from cancer. If God gave us a miracle daughter ten years later, … Continue reading 5/5 Dave’s Testimony: God Gave Us Premature Miracle Twins 23 Years Ago… a poem
You Can’t Erase Their Race… Ukrainian Refugee Poem
No, you can't erase their race, for they're beautiful and strong. They all fight because it's right; Citizens with flag and song. Children grown in just one day, now defend, and carry arms; Babies' lullabies are drowning Under shells, bombs, and alarms. Mamas' milk has all dried up, Causing some to weep and moan; So, … Continue reading You Can’t Erase Their Race… Ukrainian Refugee Poem
Gift of YOU… A Christmas Poem
When the merry feast has ended, And the Blue Spruce sent away, Children's play toys soon forgotten, Twinkling lights gone from display; You’ll still be here when we gather, You’ll still meet me in the wood. You’ll be found among the children, Shining brighter, bringing good. When there’s no more hustle bustle, Christmas paper crunched … Continue reading Gift of YOU… A Christmas Poem
Good Friday… Coronavirus Kills, but Jesus Saves!
It’s Good Friday; and it's a bad world. There’s a plague of locusts destroying crops, further starving the people of Africa. Running at a faster, more frequent pace; we are experiencing earthquakes, floods, tornados and wildfires. All of these are competing, to outdo the viral plague which is currently sweeping the globe; a whispered household … Continue reading Good Friday… Coronavirus Kills, but Jesus Saves!
Face Me Under Your Rainbow
There's so much loss, and so much pain, Oh, please God, show Your face again! You dwell up far, in vast, blue skies; So how can You hear lonely cries, And muffled screams, and unshed tears? Will you redeem our wasted years? God, when I finally break and cry, I call Your Name in Heaven … Continue reading Face Me Under Your Rainbow
My Winter Rainbow
As my pen flows with the ink of Wintery Blues It finally dries up, exhausted. But then, she’s there: The Silver Lining; Darkness, then Light, My Winter Rainbow! Hope now floods parchment. Sun peeks through bleakness. I run outside to soak in its presence; Vibrant colors outshine sunlit trees which dance, delighted. … Continue reading My Winter Rainbow
Boys at War… a Memorial Day Tribute
Many situations are honorable and admirable, but there is still nothing comparable to literally putting one's life on the line, in order for other people to live in freedom. It's important to remember the brave American soldiers who sacrificed their lives for us. They are an exemplary example of what it means to have lived … Continue reading Boys at War… a Memorial Day Tribute
Blue Moon Beauty… Blood, Fire, and Billows of Smoke
BLUE MOON BEAUTY Blue Moon, you are beautiful. Yet I worship you not. For my God created you, Your blood drips at His command. Bold sun, you warm the earth. Yet I worship you not. For my God is your Creator, Your fire is ice in His hands. Green earth, you feed us. Yet, I … Continue reading Blue Moon Beauty… Blood, Fire, and Billows of Smoke
Winter Sunset’s Slice of Moon
Winter Sunset's Slice of Moon I gaze up into God's great sky; Right now it's just my Lord and I. With winter sunset's slice of moon, Please hurry, Jesus, come back soon. It's fiery red behind the woods; Out here, I find no shoulds or coulds. There's just a vast expanse of space; I'm so … Continue reading Winter Sunset’s Slice of Moon
We Have Nothing to Eat, and No Shoes on Our Feet; Will You Lend Us a Hand When a Flood Drowns Our Street?
Just please open the inn, For we're cold, and wet men; Moms are saving their kids, And we're looking for kin! Won't you give us a bite, Let us stay for the night? So we won't be alone When the morning turns bright? We can't stop the shiver, Each voice has a quiver; Our homes … Continue reading We Have Nothing to Eat, and No Shoes on Our Feet; Will You Lend Us a Hand When a Flood Drowns Our Street?