House.September 8, 2013
I came and worked in your house
I had help and we cleaned every room out
I heard myself say its a beautiful house
I looked at the empty rooms and made my way out
Through the garage we went I looked back
Room for a car closed the doors but the lock didnt work
My companion would fit a metal clasp
To the left the field filled with bullocks running into the field next to the house.
Beginning to Read John 17.
If a Christian life we live.
Posted on September 7, 2013
As a christian we live a life of no evidence of our belief … Although saying that there s plenty of evidence if you count peace and joy that comes our way … We find our new nature reacting in a new way not like our old way … We don’t do the things we use to do or even I would say … Talking the same way … We have a hope in our heart that wasn’t there before
All those politicians.
September 6, 2013
All those politicians and political party s will not succeed
They changed the law the people who read the Bible fully understand
They changed a law of this land with no mandate in their hand
To be quite frank its out of hand
Why do I feel angry and hate what theyve done to this land
For myself I can write and express myself by hand
Jesus understands the world goes down a road which has been planned
Time to leave.
Off they go rushing on their way
To their own beds far away
A privilege to have stayed in a hotel far away
Summer with the grandchildren over for another day
As we part our ways hoping to go again to the place of fun
Resting in a grand hotel again
Unwinding in a premiere place
Far away from home
Jesus knows our way
Helps all who trust to find their way home.
Reading John 16.
On Labor Day morning I woke about 0500hrs, zonked back out and got up again just before 0600hrs. Got dressed and headed down to the river to pray, read the Bible, journal, and take some photos.
Here is a short part of the journaling:
Went down to the river this morning to pray and read scripture. Led to read Psalm 51 and Acts 5. The main scriptures to jump out were:
~Psalm 51:17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart