I carry in my pocket, a simple rough hewn rock,

It serves as a reminder of Jesus’ earthly walk,

He trudged o’er rocks and pebbles, His sandals filled with sand,

He kept on walking forward with mercy in his hand.

He spoke to simple people, from every walk of life,

He healed them from their sickness and took away their strife,

Providing food and water, He gave them so much more,

He gave them life eternal and opened heaven’s door,

This little rock I carry, reminds me of my Lord,

My rock and my salvation, whose love lasts evermore.





As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to ROCK IN MY POCKET

  1. Lee Poskey says:

    He loves you Kathy!

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  2. I think I need to carry a rock in my pocket! Wonderful poem and inspiring idea, Kathy! I especially love this particular painting of Paul’s as well! ❤ ❤


    • says:

      My husband taught me this little trick. Last week he took a tumble down the cellar steps and I had to take him to the ER. He had everything scanned and an MRI and all is well, but he. Ruined himself up quite a bit. Wh n we were getting him undressed all the change fell out of his pockets along with his Little Rock. This was enough to send a flood of tears as I could see that God’s protection was on him. I love that painting too, but then I love all of his work!


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