The piercing rays of crimson red, cut through the morning sky,

The hand of God has painted it – a treasure for the eye,

Some say that we should be aware of danger at the door,

When ships don’t sail or hoist the mast, when flowers bloom no more.


Make haste, they offer as advice, tread softly as you go,

The storms may come and ruin the day, stay home and just lay low,

But He who tends the winds and rain will also care for you,

Through all the danger at your door, God surely sees you through.


His mighty hand will comfort you, His mercy is your glue,

The redness soon will dissipate and skies will turn to blue,

Just trust in His unfailing love, let go of all your fears,

He’s there within your past as now and all your future years.


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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