It stands like a sentry, so tall and so bold,
It’s worn out by time and is now growing old,
But still it stands faithful to those that it serves,
Tradition from years gone by, it still preserves,
When silos are empty and barns lose their class,
We know that our own death will soon come to pass,
And what do we leave in that sweet after glow,
To dust we return when our last breath does flow,
But Jesus is waiting, for every last one,
To hold and refresh them by what He has done,
So death has now power – new life is assured,
The price has been paid by the pain He endured.
He overcame death on that first Easter day,
Defeating the devil, He took sin away,


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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