Poetry
Self-Control: The Final Fruit
Posted on Tuesday, March 10, 2026 at 12:00 AM
The last of nine, the anchor tight, The bridge that holds the rest alight— Without this guard, the fruits take flight, A scattered spark that fades at night. When passions roar and tempers rise, And impulse pulls toward the prize, The Spirit whispers: “Wait, be wise, There’s strength within this sacrifice.” Not chains that bind, but wings that soar, Not weakness, but the greater power. To choose what’s right when wrong feels sweet, To walk the path with steady feet.Casting Your Worries
Posted on Wednesday, March 4, 2026 at 10:00 AM
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. — 1 Peter 5:7 I. Wind carries the leaf Floating on nothing but air— So it is with trust II. Waves crash on the shore Yet the shore does not resist— Peace comes to the still III. Birds do not worry Where their next meal will appear— God feeds every sparrow IV. Mountains stand tall through Storms, yet they do not tremble— Rooted in the rockThe Peace That Passes Understanding
Posted on Monday, March 2, 2026 at 5:00 PM
The Peace That Passes Understanding The Lord Himself is peace — Judges 6:24 When the world demands my hurry, When the waves crash high and wide, When the storms of life surround me And I cannot see the tide— There is One who walks beside me, Who the raging waters knows, Who whispers through the chaos, “Child, be still, here is your rest.” Not the peace the world offers, Not the calm that comes and goes, But a peace beyond all understanding, Deepest river, gentle rose.Evening Reflection: Hope in Suffering
Posted on Wednesday, February 25, 2026 at 8:00 PM
Hope in Suffering Romans Why do we still suffer If we’re saved by grace? Romans 8 gives the answer That puts our doubts in place. The Spirit helps our weakness, Intercedes with groans too deep, And all things work together For those whose souls are steep. Not that we won’t feel pain, Not that trials won’t come, But that even in our suffering, God’s purposes hum. So when the night feels endless, And morning seems so far, Remember: present suffering Can’t match the glory are.The Fruits of the Spirit - A Poem
Posted on Tuesday, February 24, 2026 at 5:00 PM
The Fruits of the Spirit An original poem When the Spirit dwells within my heart, He plants a garden, a sacred art, Nine precious fruits begin to grow, A harvest only His love can sow. Love is the root, the foundation laid, The tender mercy that never fades, It gives and gives without a trace, A reflection of the Master’s grace. Joy is the sunshine after rain, A steady hope that nullifies pain, Not based on what the world may bring, But rooted in the eternal King.