Is He Calling You?
© LC 2017
The Lake of Fire is
overwhelmed with tormented
souls. Reclaim yours-
Salvation is near.
Ask and receive what is promised.
God loves his creation–
You he adores.
He has plans for you.
What were you meant to do
for his glory?
What is your calling?
Always– he is with you.
Wherever the wind blows you.
He wants to be your Protector.
To see you home safely with him.
Heaven. Our eternal home.
Reunited at once.
With those we lost.
The Man Without A Soul.
© LC 2016
In his eyes lived a
man without a soul. He lost
the battle within.
The darkness swallowed him whole
his demons too strong for Love.
Trapped inside among
the dark shadows– waging war
he is but a shell. Waiting
for his redemption.
© LC 2016
The wind on my face,
Reminds me I am alive,
God is good to me.
Memories. © 2016 LC
My mind swims with 17 years of memories.
You were my best friend, my partner in crime.
Today in church, an empty pew, no wisecracks,
no long brown stringy hair– no matter how much you brushed it.
Though I wanted to cry, I didn’t and I was proud.
The first time I have been there since you left us.
My life seems so much less colorful with you gone.
When I visit your grave site all is the way you’d like it.
With pretty flowers all around, pretty pinks and blues.
I pulled the weeds– and maybe a growing flower on accident.
It looked like a weed!
I knew if you were watching you’d laugh.
Your laugh was contagious.
Nobody could be sad around you.
You always knew what to say,
and even said what you shouldn’t.
But that was just the way you were.
I loved you anyway. Always will.
Forever in my Heart. © 2016 LC
She sleeps in comfort of an oak box ,
six feet deep in the cold ground.
Surrounded by beautiful flowers and marble rocks.
Lines of giant maple trees stand watch around.
She walks with Jesus now–
This isn’t her home any longer.
Though she was hurting inside–
Now she is stronger.
Her life lived in vain.
Unhappiness an unwelcome guest.
Though now she stands in his glorious reign,
As every thought, regret, and sadness is taken off her chest.
The reunion with her newborn son,
the happiness she must feel.
As they stand in the shining sun,
Of the proof– this is what she believed in. Heaven. It’s real.
Though I visit her grave ,
I know her soul is home well at rest.
Though grief may enslave,
The chains I must let go and fight the unrest.
I will keep you forever in my heart,
Until I see you again.
That way we will never part,
As you will always be my best friend.
© 2016 LC
We are all puzzle
pieces. Intricately made–
by the hands of the
Creator. By design, he
knows where each piece belongs.