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I live in northwest Alabama, USA with my lovely wife Dale and 7 year-old son Benjamin. Enjoy cooking, photography, music (listening, performing, and recording), and now this relatively new hobby of writing. Before I became immersed in the Bible I never had

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enlightenment: 10 of 203

Epiphany And while He was still speaking, He vanished from their sight. The man was gone, but in the dawn Of Truth arose the light. A different stage, a bold new age When slaves to darkness learn. And all of one accord behold The Son of God's return. The power of darkness starts to fade As Light reveals its fear. The nations... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Stars: 22 of 132

Stars stars Twinkle, twinkle little star How we wonder what you are. Flattered when you shine so bright Then you vanish overnight Indicating disapproval And we wince at your removal. Were you really heaven sent? Should we wonder where you went? Should we follow where we're led? Should we swallow what we're fed? If we chase t... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Bible Study Was Jesus' mother Mary divine or just human?: 8 of 48

According to the Gospel of Luke, God sent the angel Gabriel to a virgin named Mary, and Gabriel said to her, "Greetings, favored one. The Lord is with you." She was perplexed and pondered this message. It's likely that much of Mary's time was spent in contemplative prayer anyway, and pondering God's messages was probably not... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Religion & Spirituality (Other) Faith and reason: Search for truth: 20 of 111

"All lies in jest"; these are words that have remained in my head since they were planted years ago by the song "The Boxer" (Simon and Garfunkel). Today the words resonate with every mockery of truth, every scam, every courtroom that echoes a wooden gavel owned by special interests. As I understand it, the "soul" is one's ch... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Empty pages: 6 of 32

The Page If God gave you an empty page, my friend, what would you write? Would you trample it beneath your feet and curse it in the night? Or would you thank Him for the gift and raise it in the light? If God gave you an empty page, my friend, what would you write? If God gave you a little child, my friend, what would you do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The blues: 9 of 47

In iron shackles kneeled A people forced to yield, Assigned a life of torment, grief, and shame. Down through the years they served the proud, Served the arrogant and loud. Their backs were bent, their heads were bowed, Until deliverance came. The burning issue here discloses God's own heart as He spoke to Moses Of the cruel... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Politics, News & Issues (Other) Are we losing our Constitutional Republic and moving towards a fascist state: 11 of 47

Is the US really us? Are common blue-collar workers and CEO's alike held accountable for their actions in an equitable way? Do we all receive the same considerations, or do some deserve to be set apart with more perks, more lenient laws, and more and better representation? The "body politic" of today seems to be out of touch... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rainbows: 12 of 51

The Color of God - When Noah came out of the ark God showed him the rainbow connection. His people were once in the dark And had suffered a world of rejection. A world that thought it completely absurd That Noah had heard and took God at His word. But he came through the plight And that big arc of light Is a sign that deserv... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good vs. evil: 10 of 37

Winnowing At The Great Divide There's a hook in the promise of something for nothing And many will go for the bait. But the promise of God is the promise of Truth To a people who faithfully wait. In a world where evil wears the crown The little people pray, For wrong-side up and right-side down Is the order of the day. As we... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Promises: 17 of 58

Way of the Cross I gave my son the promise in a way he understood. How could my people ever think my heart is made of wood? The cross my heart was heavy as my son trudged up the hill. But faithfully he carried on to do the Father's will. No fairness for the fairest. No justice from on high. I know he felt forsaken. I heard h... More..