Category: Christian

• Strawberry Field

  : 6

  In the golden light of early morn,
  I wander through fields where strawberries are born.
  Rows of green stretch far and wide,
  A sea of leaves where sweet treasures hide.

  Bending low, I part the leaves so lush,
  Revealing ruby gems in a gentle hush.
  Each strawberry, a sun-kissed delight,
  Their fragrance rising, pure and bright.

  With careful fingers, I pluck them free,
  Their ripeness bursting, a joy to see.
  Some are plump, some small and neat,
  Each one a treat, a summer’s sweet.

  The warmth of the sun on my back I feel,
  As I gather my bounty, my heart full and real.
  In these fields of strawberry dreams,
  I find a peace that forever gleams.

  So here I’ll stay, till the day grows late,
  Picking strawberries, embracing fate.
  In nature’s embrace, I find my thrill,
  In the simple act of picking, time stands still.

  April 6, 2025

  life

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• God wants us to love

  : 11

  In the stillness of our hearts, He resides,
  Jesus, the beacon of love, our guide.
  With gentle whispers, He calls our name,
  Inviting us to live without blame.

  He walks with us through valleys deep,
  Promising His presence, our souls to keep.
  In every moment, in joy and strife,
  He teaches us the essence of life.

  “Love one another,” He softly implores,
  “As I have loved you, open your doors.
  Let kindness and compassion be your creed,
  In every action, in every deed.”

  For God’s love is boundless, pure, and true,
  A reflection of what we’re called to do.
  To see the divine in each other’s eyes,
  To embrace the world with love that never dies.

  So let us walk in His light, hand in hand,
  Spreading His message across the land.
  For Jesus in our lives is a sacred grace,
  Guiding us to love in every place.

  April 2, 2025

  God

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• Jesus is Always With Us

  : 6

  In morning’s hush, where sunlight spills,
  He walks the edges of your breath—
  Each heartbeat hums a hymn He wills,
  A quiet grace that conquers death.

  When chores weigh light as scattered dust,
  And laughter threads through cups of tea,
  His fingerprints adorn your trust,
  A love that bends to touch the flea.

  The bread you break, the door held wide,
  The tear you wipe, the seed you sow—
  He kneels, a gardener at your side,
  Where every shadow learns to glow.

  No step too small, no sigh unseen,
  He maps the stars beneath your feet.
  The thread that stitches lone to keen?
  His hands, still scarred, yours to meet.

  So when the world feels frayed, undone,
  Remember how the lilies stand—
  Not one falls without the Son,
  Who holds the sea, yet cups your hand.

  March 27, 2025

  God

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