GOD IN HIS BOX

So many books, how to pray, how to have God heal, you have not the right heart.  Your prayers are not answered because of sin in your life.  Have you set in a solitary place and emptied your mind so you can
concentrate on  Jesus?  Are these all wrong??  Maybe, because you can not manipluate God, is position in
prayer matter, No, some people pray upside down on a telephone pole.  God answeres prayer his way, not
ours, read all the books you want to, but remember this it is His way.  Pray for a 95 year old man, He will
be headed to heaven soon, pray for his peace with God.  We are made to die, we know not when but, we
cant hang on forever.

Tiz love

Tis love

Is why he died

Tis love

His sacrifice

When God looked

At his creation

He looked at

All he had made

And it was good

God looked at creation

Like we look

At our newborn child

Love so agape

He wanted to

Preserve it

When it got tainted

He sent His Son

Tomake it right again

God loves us

happy poem

So happy
you are here
bar b que
cold root beer

talking of days
in the past
time sure does
go fast

if only

if only you would stay
the kids will cry
i feel as if i will die
you feel constricted

you need your freedom
why did you have children
they blame themselves
and cry at night

we are so alone
you were a part
of the family
jigsaw puzzle

puzzle now
missing a big piece
still love you
kids still care

i wish your life
nothing but joy
we gave all
we could

i guess we were
not enough
have fun
we will miss you

only Jesus
can heal
our wounds
help us Lord

enough

will I ever have enough
I a
m a millionaire
a few times over
how old do i have to be
to enjoy my money

is it greed
will my money
buy heaven

sorry no
your faith gets you there
and if you have faith
you will share your wealth

Christmas 2011

The people are singing,
carols abound.
Go to the nursing home,
and sing to them.
Is there any thing,
that we can do,
to lighten their load,
and let them see Jesus,
in us??

christmas from dumpster diver

Oh I just found a hamburger,
only slightly bitten.
Must be Christmas.
People to full to eat it all.
I am settled down,
under my bridge.
In a cardboard box.
warm and cozy.
Here come the church,
right on time,
with a blanket or two,
sandwich and stew.
Oh what a merry time.
Jesus is near.
He is always here.
He knows how it is to live
in a stable.
He was poor like me,
without pillow or bed.
no place to lay his head.
Let me say I know the Jesus
that came from nothing
made himself nothing
and died for me.