The Father calls... "I have a hand to lift you when you're falling, and an ear to hear you when you're  calling. When you are turning and tossing I have the song to calm you, and the balm to heal you, the meal to feed you, antd the place to meet you. The arms beneath you, the light to precede you, the hope to ever greet you, the strength to always exceed you. When you let go or don't know, want to throw a blow or just feel so low, raise your cup  for I  will yet lift you up.  I will show you the perspective of eternal life, make you effective and receptive  keep you always  protected. As your soul is well rested under My wings. All things can be defeated when your will is wielded yet yielded, you will be shielded by My hand,  understand I will forever take you home  and no matter what you are never alone". Is.42:6

What's really going on inside  your hurting soul? Does any living person  even really know? You are feeling so alone, like a leaf on a breeze blown, yet hope is a hard  and a buried stone. Because the noisy world is  silent to the hurting heart, just don't register on  the important chart. Too busy wearing their own mask, to stop and ask  or take on the  caring task. But God has eyes  deep as gravity, seeing all humanity's  sad depravity. He does not wish calamity, He waits to give His  love as sanity, to lift you from  your apathy, help you in your tragedy, and fill your heart's  empty cavity. He offers forgiveness  to grant you amnesty, His understanding  is pure majesty. John.14

I was sitting under a shade tree, when a butterfly came to me and its wing fluttered so fast it made me laugh as it landed quite candid in my hand it commanded my full attention.  I have to mention that I felt a connection into a different dimension, it was like a magical extension of heaven, so light as it moved to my finger I hoped it might linger but it floated above me as if to love me with another moment it landed like a portrait on green leaf it did achieve its goal, for I believe in my soul that butterflies are God’s  greatest mystery, just think if their history.  Starting out as a worm-like all slippery a life of crawling in misery mostly prone to permanent injury as we don't notice them in the ground they roll round and climb on sticks, bricks and twigs. But in all the mix there exists a real-life magic trick. It's called metamorphosis and happens inside a chrysalis, I am no mystic, rather quite the critic but this isn't any gimmick. Who knows the

"Behind these bars  was another me, but that person disappeared  before I got free: I was running so fast  to get to my goal, when little did I know it ,  but  my life they stole. They said money, fame,  a recognized name,  fortune and success, get all the glory  and be self-obsessed. But somewhere along  the very wrong way my soul seemed to scream, I was pulled downstream. So extreme was the sudden halt, when my name was called, and I was condemned for assault. I never meant to fight the guy, but he told a lie and so, I couldn't just let it go. Now I am here, locked up, stuff is tough and never clear, I am not the puppet nor the puppeteer. What is freedom, is to fly in a plane? escape these chains, and what do I gain  if all things will fail me? I could book a trip on a cruise ship, become a millionaire for inventing a micro chip. Yet inside my mind no freedom can I find, to w

I was hungry and you gave  me something to eat, I was homeless but you greeted Me with a smile, you talked awhile and went the  extra mile. You came to visit  when I was in prison, You led me home  when I lost my vision. You were there when  I was sick in bed,  with pain in my head, you shared your bread,  and hand fed me  until I was better. You opened your own home  when I was a stranger,  I wasn't even a neighbor  and you protected  me from danger. You didn't change  your grace,  when I had no way to  repay the favor  but made me feel safer  to stay there. I was poor you asked my name,  I had no shoes but  you had no shame.  You clothed me with warmth, my arms were deformed,  but your love transformed  me with riches. When I was cast down in the ditches, you took the time to listen, and didn't keep me  at a distance. For in this instance,  whatever you did to the very least, thes

In my life, I have seen  a lot of fools gold, everyone buys what  they have been told. God is sold with cheap  and shallow words,  "Just go to church", but nothing ever touches  the place that hurts. On the surface,  they are quick to say,  the familiar line, "Everything is great, I am fine" yet their soul is a battlefield  destroyed by the mind. Image lacks the courage  to find the language, to ask if there is another way. For pure gold is dug out  of deep places, found in solitary spaces, in attitude changes. It is given as wages  to a humble heart, one willing to turn the pages to a new start, and stand guard  from the hardness  of mind,  by believing that  what you seek, is what you will find.  Don't look behind  but go deep in the mine,  and forge beyond  to an honest  response.  For God's given proof, is that pure gold is give

Like a door into  which you can disappear, like a life preserver that draws you near, like a map that makes all things clear, like a light in the dark that erases fear ...so is His  Word to you. Like the reins, your direction to steer, like a shepherd's voice calling you to hear, like a boat waiting at the end of a pier, ...so is His Word to you. Like a song that fills your ears, like the momentum that turns your gears, like the sun that surely appears, ...so is His Word to you Jn.5:24/Jn.6:63

Mesmerized by the sunrise,   like a beautiful song  that you recognize. The colors of the  clouds specialize,  in a certain kind of paradise,  as the light intensifies.  It's brightness exemplifies,  that no matter the nights  that terrify,  you must simply realize  that without compromise,  the morning does finalize  the darkness, and will revitalize  a new day of promise.  So visualize the horizon  whenever you are frightened,  utilizing full assurance that the  Son will brighten and inspire, be patient be persevering, for the Son rises to all who inquire, and long for His appearing. Luke.1:78/ 2Tim.4:8

How is that the ear can hear    simultaneous sounds? How is that the brain's comprehension  knows no bounds? What makes our eyes distinguish  the shades of many colors? How do we recognize the difference  of one face from another? The palate on our tongue  can distinguish innumerable tastes, the reaction of our nervous  system knows no delays. Yet the one fact remains  though this one fact is denied, God so clearly exists, yet everyone says He hides. Ps.139:14

The Father sat with His  eyes on the road, everything slowed,  His hope unbroken, and heart wide open. He blinked twice to see  a single silhouette, it was His own son  that He could never  forget. He stood in a hurry,  his walk became a run, eyes full of mercy,  He didn't care what  had been done  for life had now  begun. Dirty from all his  worthless deeds, the Father had everything  to meet his  needs. Wrapped Him in a  tight embrace,  forgiveness to lift  up his face. A robe over his shoulders,  sandals for his feet, ring on his finger and  his own home  down the  street. Let us celebrate  with a feast, the lost is found, the outcast crowned, the prisoner  released. Enough has been said this son of mine has  come back from  the dead. Luke.15

Like through a keyhole, I am trying to see now,  is anyone home? A face like a stone,  I am looking into your eyes, and I see stormy skies,  how can I break  down those lies?  I see beyond your walls  and hear a dying pulse  from the poison  of a hope that’s false,  your panic sends out calls,  but the echo is lost, too many boundaries  crossed. I try to stand here and knock  but the door is yours to unlock,  I know I seem like an outsider  but it’s the same battle  and  I am a fighter  I want to make  your burden lighter  but life is on a timer  it is your map to decipher. Find the pathway through,  that’s what I am here to do.   So let me in, let’s begin  I am no salesman  but I traverse  the world within. Breaking the silence is hard, but if you open what is barred, and drop your guard, I have the missing part, inside the place of hurt.  You see  you define my art,   sink below the surface  and

What do you see? Do you see a rusty key  or do you see an unlocked door? Do you see a white sheet  or do you see the end of a war? Do you see distant dark clouds  or do you see the sprouts that form? Do you see the small tiny seed  or can you see the massive tree  with its vibrant leaves? Do you see the rocks that spark  or do you see the fire to keep you warm? Do you see a crown of thorns, Or do you see a man reborn? Do you see the task at hand  or do you see the heart transformed? Matthew.16:13/John.3:3

They told me I would be fine... Were they just lying? Because I feel like I am dying and no one is even trying to keep me from crying. They told me I would be fine... but where is the line from, "things just take time", to, "I’ll never be the same again". It’s a shame they play the blame game, Why aim the pain when no one is okay? So alone I sit to pine away . They told me I would be fine. ...someday maybe, but lately I feel like I am fading away, memories graze me faintly, I am touched by my own frailty and think so deeply about life’s vanity. They told me I would be fine. But the sands of time pass us by, through the hourglass, without even our second glance. How many others just begging for a second chance to change the past, erase the bitterness and their stubborn stance, and turn it into an open hand to grasp. They told me I would be fin

In another life,  Louis would have known everyone on the train, but he was hurt so he asked no one their name. He would have won first place in the race,  but decided he wouldn’t inscribe,  but spend the time  inside,  who cares if he didn’t try? She died, the older lady was his neighbor  but he didn’t know anyone ever lived there  she was rich and had no heir  but he never took the time to care. He had so many talents but his thoughts were so absent,  never wondered what would happen  with a mind that just stayed so stagnant.  Fragments of life held together with a heartbeat  didn’t like to speak, always felt so weak,  never looked at someone’s eyes while walking down the street  for he let self-pity drown him never saw the joy around him  his wounds only bound him until his hope found him. It started to rain as he got on the train,  there was an older man who was lame.  He had no legs but smiled just the sam