Developed Talent

Screening reveals-

encouragement planted

starts as tender,

vulnerable buds-

poised to emerge from the ground.

Still prepare

black soil of diligence,

excellence, practice-

through boredom,

repetition, opposition.

Activate the struggle principle

for reaping the rainbow of

blossoms, gifts to turn their silken faces,

thankfully, to your Creator.



My Own Strength


My heart wrung itself today,

A song belted out a cry-

I knew the metal of it was my strength,

adamantium my reply.

Strongest stuff in the earth,

I will never fall, I recite;

(affirmations stated through numb lips)

even as it crumbled with my fight.

Brain fumbled for solid thought,

focus inside, draw from this strength-

that soon crumpled to a useless ball,

lost its width and length.

Thought it would be glorious,

like azalea’s blossoming petal;

guess that’s what you end up with

when you trust in pretend metal.



(2 Corinthians 12:9-But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.)

Second Guessing

So many maligned my self-doubt

said confidence is mostly what it’s about.

Still when my boat was thrown ’round the tempestuous sea,

of possible ego,  self-discernment to flee;

I was grateful for anchors of questions and doubts,

to whittle, to carve when my words played out.

God’s Substitution

Watch the fettered feet, thirst turns to yearning-

sallow face, eyes listless, pale with dead hope.

These hands a touch of silk on the thin arm.

Warm and soft embrace; face round, smooth, a smile

couldn’t see blazing eyes of flint and storms.


Charismatic Leader

Brilliant, bold, brash-

Smiling , persuasive.

Words magnetic, so many flock to

Suckle their speech like lifeblood.




Note:  I should probably specify this is not at any charismatic preachers.  It was meant toward any leader with charisma, whether political or any other group.

BORN TO PRAISE….by Carl Gooch

By the Mighty Mumford

Born To Praise
Like a tree lifting its branches to the sky,
I lift up my hand to the Lord most high.
As the flowers bloom bright with the sun,
And so to will I shine in the love of God’s son.
God created all things to reflect His glory,
With a song in my heart I will tell His story.
Whether with cloudless sky or on rainy days,
I know He created me and I’m born to praise.
As the sun sets upon the sea it shimmers,
And with in my heart His promises glimmers.
When the sunrises o’er a snowy mountain pass,
It reflects His wondrous mercy that forever lasts.
In the gentle breezes that blow through the pine,
He come to remind me when if I should whine.
The animals of the woods know He does provide,
And attest to me that from…

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Speaking Love

All the singing voices pound out their lasting melody,

with a thud, and single notes crashing louder than the sea.

Foaming lace from quick immersion, persuasion is in store,

individual in it’s time, authentic voice creeps over shore-

and others hatred flutters to willing bitter lips,

and the truth that told, the truth they hear from their ear slips.

Button Up!

A Necessary Pain

How secure are we in Christ? Do we only trust him for the things that we perceive to be within His reach or do we have the assurance that we are secured completely by God? We all have lost a button or two, right? Some folk when they lose one, simply sew another one on. Other people get rid of the garment. The thing is, when we lose a button on an article of clothing, it no longer feels secure. Sometimes when a button is missing it is beyond hiding. Other times, inconspicuously we can continue to wear the item without anyone knowing that we are fashionably insecure. I would like to parallel buttons in the natural with spiritual buttons. Join me!


A spiritual button holds together pieces of a believer to make him or her whole, complete, and secure. When we are closed in God, we produce the fruits…

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