John 8:7 So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.

Thank God I’ve Been Redeemed

I thank God, He's given me the power to refrain

and abstain from repeating the past, being an addict full of pain.

You say you've never gone down my path;

well, don't mind me if I begin to laugh.

Truth is, you're an addict, too; you've just taken a different avenue.

What profit do you gain by hiding all your pain,

striving and striving for more earthly gain?

You've got one, maybe two or three jobs,

and you think you're doing all right.

Yet you can't see or hear your children's sobs at night.

All your tittles and prideful grins that try to hide all your pain within will never be enough to hide the stuff you stuff.

So, next time you are tempted to point the finger at someone,

 remember your own children who cry

themselves to sleep at night, feeling like orphans.

If only our children could find the words, what would they say?

"Dear Morn and Dad, please slow down and teach me how to play."

So, let's get together, have a coffee or a tea.

We will learn from the Master that balance is the key.

You see, we are all addicts to various degrees.

Only when we get honest and free can we truly see and thank God, for we've been redeemed.

Blame Game of Stone Throwing

The devil made me do it; he tempted me to eat.

She said it was good; she said it was sweet. Besides, God, You're the one who gave her to me.

There is a man who lives in a box downtown in Sioux Saint Marie. I've wondered, how could this happen? How could this be? Could this perhaps happen to you or to me?

I lost my job and then my wife. The other guy ran that red light. I got ill; I got sick. Now this is my plight. Something tells me it's still not right.

People walk by, assuming to know why. Strolling down the street, looking to the sky—What a lovely day. I'll just look the other way.

At night in my box at thirty below, I'm so cold, freezing, like an icicle.

People walk back from the bar, feeling brave and bold. Some even decide to get physical.

They kick and yell at my box; with their friends, they amuse.

When will they realize not even a homeless person deserves to be kicked and abused?

Remember when Jesus wrote in the sand, "You who have never sinned cast the first stone"? You know what happened.

So be careful what you say and do.

This cardboard box someday could happen to you.


Romans 1:5 By whom we have received grace and apostleship, for obedience to the faith among all nations, for his name:

My Pleasing Child

From the moment, I'm awake, my soul is

Yours to take. Let me shine bright from morning to night.

As this is the day that You have made, I will rejoice.

This is my choice to be glad in it.

I'm ready, Lord. I have Your sword. I'm as calm as can be. Your flow from above has filled my heart with Your love, no distance now for me.

You're so faithful. Your mercies fill my cup, Lord. Your life, this love, is more than enough.

Everywhere I go, your hands are reaching out. From the very depths of my being, your words of life speak from my mouth.

My heart is full of peace, as my mind is stayed on You. This life, this love, is all I'll ever need; nothing else will do.

In every trial, test, or storm, your shadowing arms

always keep me warm. So, I press on in faith, knowing

the dark and gray will pass.

The answer is coming. The sun will be shining; the storms never last. At the end of the day, when I finally rest my head, my face can only smile.

As Your presence holds my soul, lying down in bed. You whisper, "Sleep well. Sleep well, my child."

Living in a war zone

Cults, counterfeits, and land mines everywhere I go, all trying to seduce my time with the evil seeds they sow.

People on the streets barely getting by with broken dreams I see; they bought into the lie.


2 Peter 2:12 But there were false prophets also among the people, even as there shall be false teachers among you, who privily shall bring in damnable heresies, even denying the Lord that bought them, and bring upon themselves swift destruction.

Luke 15:10 Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence

of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.

The Jig of Glee

With a godly goal, winning souls, my faith in them makes me smile.

Not very long from now, the enemy will pout, not gloat, just a little while.

I'm certain that these things I can't even see could happen suddenly, quickly, even today.

This is the faith He has given to me.

In just a little while, you'll see, many of His captives set free, here a little, there a little, line upon line; won't be too long before harvest time.

Then I might even do a little jailhouse jig, like someone I once knew named Elvis did.

It might look like I'm drunk, I suppose, but those who know me will say, "He's just high on the Holy Ghost."

Nothing better than seeing a soul set free.

Do a little jig and twist indeed.

The angels even celebrate; they really party down.

Sometimes I think, they tickle my feet and move me all around.

Together we celebrate, another soul no longer lost.

Then we bow to honor the King and thank Him for the cross.

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Deuteronomy 7:8 But because the Lord loved you, and because he would keep the oath which he had sworn unto your fathers, hath the Lord brought you out with a mighty hand, and redeemed you out of the house of bondmen, from the hand of Pharaoh king of Egypt.

Rom. 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;

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