Category: Christian

• Easter’s Glow for My Love

  👀: 4

  In the morning light, so soft and bright,
  My heart sings for you, my love, my delight.
  Easter whispers through the blooming flowers,
  A day to celebrate love and all its powers.

  Your beauty shines like the golden sun,
  In your embrace, my heart is won.
  A vision of grace in springtime’s dance,
  With every glance, I fall in romance.

  The world awakens with colors anew,
  Yet none compare to the hues of you.
  In your eyes, a spark, a sweet desire,
  My beautiful muse, you set my heart afire.

  As Easter’s joy fills the air,
  I cherish the moments, the love we share.
  My sexy love, my heart’s sweet song,
  With you, my darling, I forever belong.

  So here’s to you on this blessed day,
  With all my love in every way.
  Happy Easter, my enchanting wife,
  With you, my love, I find my life.

  April 22, 2025

  family

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• Heaven’s Acre

  👀: 3

  In the gentle dawn when dew still clings,
  We rise as one, while the rooster sings.
  With Jesus in our hearts, we start the day,
  Bowing heads together, we quietly pray.

  Lord, bless this land You’ve placed in our care,
  This modest farm with treasures rare.
  Not measured in gold, but in roots deep and true,
  In family bonds strengthened by You.

  Our children laugh among the rustling corn,
  Their faith as fresh as each new morn.
  They learn Your ways through soil and seed,
  Through honest work and tending those in need.

  The table we gather ’round each night
  Holds simple food in fading light.
  But Christ sits with us, breaking bread,
  Our souls and bodies both are fed.

  When troubles come like summer storms,
  Your presence, Lord, our house transforms.
  This little farm becomes our ark,
  Your light our guide when days grow dark.

  The seasons change, the years roll by,
  Under Your watchful, loving eye.
  Our children grow like saplings strong,
  Rooted in faith their whole life long.

  This humble patch of heaven’s earth
  Reminds us daily of our worth.
  Not what we own or what we reap,
  But how in Your commandments we keep.

  So grant us, Lord, the grace to be
  A farming family on bended knee.
  Living each day by Your design,
  Making this simple life divine.

  April 15, 2025

  Christian, God

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• Heaven’s Acre

  👀: 2

  In the gentle dawn when dew still clings,
  We rise as one, while the rooster sings.
  With Jesus in our hearts, we start the day,
  Bowing heads together, we quietly pray.

  Lord, bless this land You’ve placed in our care,
  This modest farm with treasures rare.
  Not measured in gold, but in roots deep and true,
  In family bonds strengthened by You.

  Our children laugh among the rustling corn,
  Their faith as fresh as each new morn.
  They learn Your ways through soil and seed,
  Through honest work and tending those in need.

  The table we gather ’round each night
  Holds simple food in fading light.
  But Christ sits with us, breaking bread,
  Our souls and bodies both are fed.

  When troubles come like summer storms,
  Your presence, Lord, our house transforms.
  This little farm becomes our ark,
  Your light our guide when days grow dark.

  The seasons change, the years roll by,
  Under Your watchful, loving eye.
  Our children grow like saplings strong,
  Rooted in faith their whole life long.

  This humble patch of heaven’s earth
  Reminds us daily of our worth.
  Not what we own or what we reap,
  But how in Your commandments we keep.

  So grant us, Lord, the grace to be
  A farming family on bended knee.
  Living each day by Your design,
  Making this simple life divine.

  April 14, 2025

  God

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• Strawberry Field

  👀: 7

  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

  👀: 12

  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

  👀: 7

  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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