Who will remember you then?


They swim on the waves.

Tossed about, thrashed and nearly drowned.

Promises of sprouting wings.

Within their heart resounds.

Then one day fulfillment comes.

Of what was once a dream.

They cry, Oh Lord, the sky is mine!

No more water bound”!

We die and face the judgment.
But not as those condemned.

A place is found among His flock.

Its real!  No more pretend.

And 30 years as men count years,

Will pass in blissful state.

How can the water come to mind.

Whose  bonds the Lord did break.

With words of woe you kept us low.

You thought we would remain.

But you did not consider the way it was to be.

The hand of God in Jesus too powerful to restrain.

Folly at its Best


There is no crisis better than the one which gives those in power a chance to grab more to themselves.   There is no greater folly than to do oneself more damage by refusing to admit an error.

If there is a distinguishing difference between Christians and non-believers, it is that they recognize their folly and are willing to approach the Lord because of it.  Darkness hates the light and will not come into it for fear that its deeds may be seen.

It has been said the Christians are not perfect, just forgiven.  But to complete that phrase is the requirement that men who approach the Lord, to bear their folly, are willing to receive correction.

It is a horrible weight to bear ones on folly before the Lord.  It is folly upon folly to retain this stupidity in spite of knowing better.  For the judgment will show each man’s work according to truth. It is far better to receive failure because of our folly; the scorn of men rather than the scorn of God.

The man who writes this knows this to be true for I am a fool.