Saturday, July 31, 2010


Winter's sparkle around me leaps
Spring's ebullience in triumph peeps

Summer's mystic sunshine in glory does glow
Autumn's radiance the whole earth does show

One showers the world abundantly with snow
Another brings a present wrapped in a big pink bow

One more encloses the earth with stoic heat
The last one sounds its call as the leaves follow the beat

Each one brings its loveliness, each one its beauty
Each glow in sunshine and fulfill their duty

They kiss the world and dance with the stars
They climb high and soar the universe with Mars

Fragrance is their delight, loveliness their bloom
They skip and dance and sing all around the room

Winter's sparkle, Spring's ebullience shines
Summer's mystic sunshine and Autumn's radiance dines

Love is in the air; come let us dance and sing!
Loveliness is drink for the soul; hear the bells ring!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Sound of the Beat

My sweet you've come to me;
your loving face I now do see.

We'll walk hand-in-hand down the lane;
smiling softly through the light rain.

Our feet shall leave prints as we walk,
to our dear spot where we sit on the rock.

Our time spent together will be so sweet;
for soon you must leave to the sound of the beat.

To war you will go far away from your love;
but I must surrender you to God up above.

He'll guide your steps wherever you tread;
Faith shall comfort me so that I might not dread.

As I think of the days that you will be gone;
I sigh with a sorrow that will last to the dawn.

Tomorrow you leave to the sound of the beat;
too soon you will apprehend the battle's dark heat.

You will be brave - I know it, dear love;
please pray every night to our Saviour above.

I'll miss you, my dear, as only I can;
intrepidly you'll fight down to the last man.

If you should come back to the sound of the beat,
we'll walk once again down to Lover's Seat.

Tomorrow I'll be strong just for your sake,
 even if death comes close and you it did take.

I'll be strong for you, just one time;
I'll kiss you goodbye as the bells the hour chime.

But once I reach home the tears I'll not stop;
I've been there for you, now where is my prop?

One time I'll give in to think of my loss;
but then I'll keep going, my tears I shall toss.

Tomorrow you leave to the sound of the beat;
God will protect you amidst Evil's heat.

As we walk down the path while night closes in;
I think of the sorrow experienced in battle's din.

If you should die upon a bloody field;
I know you'll have fought bravely without thought of yield.

Hand-in-hand we walk back down the lane;
a tear slips down my cheek for fear you'll be slain.

Understanding my grief, you clasp me tight;
you too fear this will be our last night.

But no, we mustn't forget God's promise of eternal life;
He'll comfort our sorrow with love that is rife.

Tomorrow you leave far from my reaching arms;
but I shall not fear Life's dreaded alarms.

For hope still remains in my aching, tired heart;
our hearts will unite even when we are apart.

Tomorrow I shall hate to hear that hard beat;
for it will take you away into the morning heat.

But one day you'll come back, and to you I shall run;
Now I love that dear beat because it is done!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Slaughter of the Innocents

Pro-Life or Pro-Choice?

Do we hear the dying screams of millions of babies murdered, crying out for deliverance in the darkest parts of the night?  Can we not hear them calling to us?  Do we not see the blood on our hands that cannot be washed away so easily, as Pontius Pilate believed?

In America, where liberty is supposed to be dominant, where life is supposedly upheld, we are beholding an immense tragedy.  Ever since the Supreme Court ruled in favor of Roe v. Wade, more than forty million babies have been slaughtered since 1973.

But wait a minute.  The Supreme Court passed the law allowing abortion, making it a "law of the land" in all fifty states?  I'm confused.  I thought only Congress has the power to write laws, as the Constitution defines.  Neither the President nor the Supreme Court can, only Congress.  Has the United States Supreme Court overstepped its boundaries?  Have they actually said in a subtle way that the Constitution is "null and void"?

James Madison, "father of the Constitution," said himself that the powers granted to the federal government were "few and defined."  On the other hand, "numerous and undefined" were the powers given to the states.  Therefore, in correct terms, the ruling in Roe v. Wade has no legal bearing.  We are not constitutionally bound to honor that law.  Aren't you relieved?  The Supreme Court had no business sticking its hand into something that isn't any of their business.  The Constitution gives the federal government seventeen expressed powers.  Why then do they take thousands of matters into their hands if it isn't even constitutionally allowed?  Haven't they sworn to "uphold the Constitution"?   What liars!  I'd like to tell them so right in their faces.

Isn't the Constitution the "law of the land" (under God's law)?  If so, we don't recognize abortion as "tolerant."  As a matter of fact, murder of the innocent should be banned and prohibited.  No one has the right to murder an innocent baby in the womb who is totally defenseless and powerless.  Life is being taken from them, cruelly and inhumanely.

So-called "environmentalists" are terribly worried about the trees, fish, birds, and "endangered species" these days that they'll do anything to protect those life forms.  What about living, breathing human beings?  Do they just get torn up and thrown into the trashcan?  Exactly.  Who cares about unborn babies (who aren't even wanted) while the trees are constantly being killed!  The trees! Protect the trees!  Protect the fish and birds!  Protect the whatchamacallits!  Their lives are endangered!  Help us save them!

Don't they have a heart?

When I was ten or eleven, I was helping my dad clean out some files at my grandpa's church in Indiana.  Throughout many years, my dad has been involved in numerous activities, including abortion rallies.  Therefore he had accumulated countless newspapers, tracks, bulletins, etc. that needed organized.  Helping him that day, I stumbled across several abortion tracks which came to be highly significant in my young life.  What a dreaded cry wrung my heart!  There was a picture of the tiniest baby imaginable to my eyes, torn apart limb by limb, dirtied and bloodied, and completely lifeless.  Stunned and confused, I remember remaining motionless as I gazed at that picture, struck with horror.  Trembling, I slowly rose and showed my daddy.  Compassionately and tenderly he cradled me in his arms.  He never had any intention of me seeing that.  No tears would come to my eyes, but inside I was sobbing bitterly.  How I wanted the tears to fall, but they never would.  I've cried many nights upon that remembrance.  Oh the horror and cruelty!  Never in my life had I seen anything so pitifully destructive.  I had always known that abortion was "killing babies," but that picture brought alive the true reality I had never faced.

We were (and still are) killing babies, thousands upon millions of babies, right here in America.

A godly, righteous, and civilized nation?  Different from heathen and barbarous nations?

We as Christians are just as responsible as the mothers and doctors making that choice.

Life is precious.  People shouldn't have the choice to commit murder.  The company of people standing for a "choice" don't seem to understand is that abortion really is a horrible slaughter.  Killing defenseless babies?  A choice?

The Constitution itself says that life is a God-given right.  No one, especially the federal government, has the right to take our God-given rights away.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."  ~The Declaration of Independence.

That includes the unborn.

I stand proudly as pro-life.  Do you believe in a choice, or an unalienable, God-given right?

"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is His reward.  As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.  Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."  ~Psalm 127:3-5

Saturday, July 17, 2010


Trust in the Lord for tomorrow will come;
trust, trust - a word with meaning to some.

Worries must vanish, doubts must fade;
God knows our future, for all things He has made.

Do not worry about tomorrow, though sorrow may come our way;
God holds our hearts in His hand - He'll guide us day by day.

With each passing moment and every bend in the road;
trust Him, trust Him, He'll ease your aching load.

Lessons must be learned, trials must be overcome;
we must rally to Christ's banner with the beating drum.

Trust whispers softly through the breaking dawn;
we'll not heed Satan's lies nor be his enslaved pawn.

Trust in the Lord, for tomorrow will soon come;
cannot you hear the rallying cry uttered by the drum?

In Christ we trust as long as we breathe;
thus we make Light dominant and the darkness seethe.

Glory hallelujah! Christ is Lord!
He has vanquished Evil's host with His mighty sword.

Trust has won, we are saved;
the path before us Christ has paved.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Do You Remember?

Do you remember every memory, every laugh, every tear?
Through the din of this world, I can hear them calling on my ear.

As the world rushed wildly by;
our memories clouded us with a sigh.

We were ne'er apart, but stood closed in;
nothing could tear us apart, not even fleshly sin.

God whispered softly upon our lives;
His far-reaching arm shielded Satan's knives.

Do you remember Love's first light?
It took us unto the highest height.

Always and forever we vowed ne'er to part;
we followed God's guidance through His given Chart.

Music sprang anew, love never ceased;
our hearts were bound together, ne'er to be leased.

Now the memories are all we hold;
but love still reigns amidst the cold.

Rain fell, storms thundered from the deep;
but with smile upon our faces, in Christ's arms we did leap.

Alas! my heart grows old as the years pass;
will you hold me closer like you did when I was a lass?

Your hands, though gnarled, are still so strong;
they help me remember memories that omit no wrong.

Memories, Memories, do not leave me!
If I close my eyes, their beauty I can see.

Summer, Spring, Autumn, Winter, all are so dear;
if I could change the world, their glory I'd not shear.

My dear, my darling, do you remember?

Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Home That Can Never Be Shaken

To what have we stooped,
with what have we looped?

Though the stars twinkle above,
our home has dissolved the bonds of love.

Desolate are we, like glass shattered on a rock;
we should wrap our arms together and ne'er undo the lock.

No feeling breaks the cold, hard ice;
the future is foretold by the cast of dice.

The Piper's fife has finally rung;
our doom is sealed - the song has been sung.

But hope remains among the dust;
God grant us mercy to rid the rust.

The bonds of love can be renewed;
our house a home can soon be hewed.

If we would but turn to God;
He'll make us strong with heavenly sod.

United we'll be forevermore:
a home with a welcoming door.

"And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."  ~Joshua 24:15