Twisted and battered, weathered and worn, aged through the ravage of time,

Broken and tattered, beaten and torn,  victim of nature’s own crime,

Stands straight and tall, defeated yet strong, its outside is scuffed not dead,

Inside alive, though things have gone wrong,  new life will come back instead.

A small seed once grew up in that place, it flourished and it survived,

It grew tall enough to touch God’s face, will it ever be revived,

The Creator sees its inner part,  new life into it breathes,

In spring it returns to show it’s heart, with green, lush succulent leaves.

God sees our insides which once were dead, with the darkness of our sin,

He provides a way to bring us back, to cleanse our souls from within,

He gave His own Son to pay the price, to bring us to new life,

Wholly made new with His sacrifice, no longer burdened with strife.



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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