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Saints now get ready, for surely they come.
My children are coming, both daughter and son.
They are arising out of sleep and their slumber.
They are coming in, in a very great number.
Out of the trees, like shadows they emerge.
Out of the dark, into the light,
The children are coming out of the night.
Make yourself ready, open your doors.
Open your hearts, for they come, even more.
Carried on shoulders of the humble, they come.
Forsaken and broken, both daughter and son.
You have been praying, do not give up now.
For they are coming and they may be loud.
They may be silent or they may be sad.
But for sure, they are coming, now prepare and be glad.
The searchlight is shining in this coming year,
Seeking the lost and bringing them near.
The harvest is ready, my workers are few.
But I am bringing them home, and I am counting on you.
It may not be easy, it may even be hard.
But they will walk up your sidewalk and into your yard.
For you have been praying and they will come home.
Now, you must be ready, don't leave them alone.
Awakened from slumber, awakened from sleep.
They return to be sober, out of the snare of the hunter, the beast.
They may be shaky, they may not be well, when they arrive out of this hell.
Be patient I tell you, for this is my Bride,
Who has been broken, now escaped from the snare, no longer to hide.
She arises and awakens, my heart is longing for her return.
So as she awakens, know my heart for her burns...
For my daughters, my sons, my heart beats with excitement.
My daughters, my sons, with such a fervent delightment.
Come home, come home.
The light is on, the fire is burning,
Come home, come home.
Come home, both God and your parents for you are yearning.
Your sisters, your brothers, will meet you there,
As you come through the yard and climb up the stairs.
Saints, be ready, make a place in your home,
Make a place in your heart, for all are my own.
Prepare the ring, kill the fattest calf,
Make yourself ready, for my children are coming home,
They return at last.
"For this son of mine was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’ And they began to celebrate." Luke 15:24
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Sitting in the corner of my mind, this is what I find.
Areas's unexplored, places I am bored.
What is my potential? What can be done?
If only I will open up my mind to Jesus Christ the Son.
Words upon a page, now upon my heart.
We have the mind of Christ, that is where we start.
The journey isn't over, we must stand up and move.
Out of the corner, and away from the ordinary groove.
See the sky above, the sea rushing to the shore.
This once again reminds us of Who we are living for.
Feel the breeze upon your face. God is big. He gives you space.
Do not stay sequestered in a tiny room, in front of your computer.
Step out into creation, and take a look around.
Pursue His majestic handiwork, the mighty mountains or the rushing stream.
Step out of your corner and once again begin to dream.
Let go of the tiny little place, so you can begin to grow.
When an eagle in the nest no longer fits, it is best--to FLY.
Fly high, soar in the sky and be free.
Life is all around you, love is in your wings.
The corner is too small, you must begin to sing.
You must begin to love, you must begin to fly.
For you were created for His majesty on high.
Stand up and move away,
From things that make you paralyzed and keep you tucked away.
It is time to break free. Start this very day.
If the Son shall make you free, you are free indeed.
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In Papa’s arms you’ll sleep tonight,
But not under a starry night,
Beneath a sunny, warm, bright glow
The Father’s love all up there know.
Oh little babe I see you now,
Perfectly formed and well endowed,
While seraphim and angels see
To all your little baby needs.
Little siblings someday you’ll have,
They’ll stay to make your parents glad.
But in God’s time one day you’ll meet
The appointed time when all’s complete.
So little baby, rest, play and grow,
My heart dreams now, one day I’ll know
The little one who left so fast,
But kept our hearts to hold us fast,
Fast to hope and faith and love,
Trusting our Father up above,
Helping our hearts to not be bound,
To what we see and nothing beyond.
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I’m tired of being the fish that swims against the stream,
If I tell you something I think you should know, don’t think I’m being mean.
Evolution vs. creation, it started in high school.
Got an A on my first paper and my teacher learned something new.
Philosophy in college, all my papers were a critique.
Of what the professors purported, as for the truth I did seek.
C.S. Lewis did well arm me, as the Bible I daily read,
And the grades I received showed me they believed my ideas were pretty well said.
And when parenthood did thrust me into looking at the schools,
I heard things alarming, disregarding math facts and phonics rules.
Now it’s look, say and whole language, grammar’s got to go.
And before you know, I’m teaching at home and learning more than I wanted to know.
Next the children are off to high school and I’m working where they attend,
Cataloging videos and magazines, so many, it seemed the work would never end.
I met a lot of teachers and heard some shocking ideas too,
But when I heard sacred things cast down, I knew there was something I had to do.
I contacted the bishop, a good and honorable man,
He got involved and made things right, and he executed his plan.
In time, the kids were leaving and to nursing I was called,
I gave the school my notice and I started school in the fall.
I really loved the nursing and the pace was pretty fast,
I worked a full seven plus years and didn’t know it wouldn’t last.
Covid came with many restrictions and for health sake we did comply,
Until the vaccination and the mandate, and the just ten days to decide.
So now I’m out of nursing, starting a business with my man,
And the world’s getting stranger and stranger, but I trust God’s got a plan!