One and Only One

I looked through the Daily Prompts for today and expected to see this appear at least a few times. Perhaps it didn’t because so many of you have seen it before. If that is the case then I am indeed glad that you have and apologize for having you see it again, but if you haven’t seen it, then I hope you will watch it and ponder the wonder of this:

One Solitary Life

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Food for Thought


Matthew 4:4
New International Version (NIV)

4 Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”

My Dreams Unfurled

I had a dream of food last night
It unfurled before my eyes
All sorts of cooking concoctions
Were flying quickly by

Bags and bags of bagels
With cream cheese spread on thick
And toppings made of yummy fruit
Too many to even pick

And piles and piles of french fries
With so much ketchup they would drip
And big ole half pound burgers
And huge colas I could sip

Then came a big Maine lobster
Steamed and cooked so very fine
And a two inch thick rib eye steak
And a bottle of ice chilled wine

I was about to finished off this fine meal
With a New York style cheese cake
When my wife hit me in my head
And yelled that I’d better get awake

I’m awake! I cried and sat up in bed
My head still spinning from the blow
“What’s wrong, my dear”, I asked in fear
As she gave me a look I’ve grown to know

“All day long I’ve flirted and played
And cooked your favorite meal
And not glance or even thanks
As if it were no big deal”

And now you spend the whole night long
Drooling and dragging me near
“Just who’s this dish you think so fine
That’s got you nibbling on my ear!”

Well, I tried my best to explain the dream
But she would not listen to a word I said
So I’m wrapped up here upon the crouch
And she’s all warm in the bed

So I leave you with this stellar advice
As I lay here ever so late
“Never let your stomach rule your dreams
Or you’ll suffer a similar fate.”

©2017 by William Pierce


We can get so wrapped up in this world and the pleasures that it offers that we miss the treasures right before our eyes. Help us to realize what is of importance and what is only foolishness. Thank You so for caring and loving us all. Bless everyone who reads this prayer and pursues Your truth.

Amen and amen.

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Gone with the Grainy


Isaiah 42:15-17
New International Version (NIV)

15 I will lay waste the mountains and hills
and dry up all their vegetation;
I will turn rivers into islands
and dry up the pools.
16 I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them.
17 But those who trust in idols,
who say to images, ‘You are our gods,’
will be turned back in utter shame.

Soon Made Smooth

The Earth lies grainy and rough
It strains at its deepest core
And its struggling sinews flex and rise
Its birth pains soon will be no more

God from His heavenly throne
Has ordained evil to meet its demise
The mountains will crumble and fall
The valleys will awake and arise

A covenant as old as all time
The Bridegroom will come for His bride
Mercy has paid the Bride Price
And His people will live by His side

The curse is finally over
All heaven and Earth give a yell
The devil and all of his minions
Are swallowed up into their hell

All creation can once again rest
And order is restored throughout
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb of God!”
Let every tongue sing and shout.

©2017 by William Pierce


We are so small and know so little that it’s easy to feel that we are hopeless. That the politicians, financiers, the movers and shakers have us by the scruff of the neck and we are at their mercy, but we are not. You have always had a plan for us that is good and full of promise, that has justice at its heart, and that cannot be stopped. You are simply waiting until everything is just right. Thank You for loving us so. Please move within the lives of those who do not yet know You and answer their prayers. Bless them with healing and resources and wisdom so they will know for sure that You are just waiting for them to say “yes” to You. You are our One true hope. Thank You so.

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A Willy Nilly Sorta Silly


Isaiah 46:4
New International Version (NIV)

4 Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

A Willy-Nilly Word

Today would be a great day
To ponder and be profound
So I sharpened up my pencil
And guess what prompt I found

Was it great and thoughtful?
Did it mesmerize and inspire?
Could it launch a mighty ship?
Or even start a literary empire?

Could it change the winds of impending war?
Or break the hearts of men?
Would it cause the rich to share their wealth?
Or stop the tides of sin?

With heart aglow and mind on fire
I opened up today and read
And fell back aghast upon my chair
When “willy-nilly” was what it said

“Willy-nilly!” I must be wrong!
What kind of prompt is that?
I’d sooner read some Seuss-like tale
About a cat within a hat

Oh! Muse of inspiration come
And grant me your embrace
I cannot think, my mind is warped
By this disordered place

Alas! It’s true, I’ve come undone
My words have all turned sour
And now I find that I am lost
Within a willy-nilly power.

So come again tomorrow friends
Perhaps my words will improve
If only I don’t find the prompt
To be “dainty” or “behoove”.

©2017 by William Pierce


Today I write about how “willy-nilly” the world can seem, but not You, Lord. In all You do there is purpose. You created us and You carry us throughout all of life from before we were born until we return unto dust. You are our hope and our healer. Please move today in each of our lives that we might be complete and that we might share Your love with the world.

May it be so in Jesus’ name. Amen

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Where does it hurt?


Matthew 11:28-30
New International Version (NIV)

28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

• Protesters at the White House

• Taylor Swift groping trial

• Kim Jong Un has nukes miniaturized

• Girl killed in Paris pizzeria

Are you feeling “prickly” yet? Having that annoying little pain in your neck? Most of us do and with good reason…the world is going mad.

2 Timothy 3:1-5
New International Version (NIV)

3 But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2 People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4 treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5 having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people.


Be with us in these days. Call to us and keep us on the path of righteousness. It would seem that the whole world is turned upside down but You are still in control. Touch each person that reads this prayer. If they need healing then perform a miracle in their lives. If they need resources then bless them with jobs or send someone to help them. If they feel alone help us to reach out to them as though they were You. Bless us all with Your presence so we will not lose hope or direction.

We thank You for everything, for through everything You change us and make us anew.

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The End of Days


Proverbs 3:24
New International Version (NIV)

24 When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.

Organize Your Day

A place for everything
And everything in its place
Let’s get to organizing
And straightening up this space

Pick up that vacuum cleaner
Grab hold of that pail and mop
Let’s get tougher and meaner
And scrub from bottom to top

“Young lady!” pick up all of those toys
“Young man!” get that bike out of the yard
“No tracking mud in the house, boys!”
“Why on earth is that SO hard?”

But finally the cleaning’s done!
The house looks spic and span
Perhaps now there’ll be some time for fun
If I’m able to get up off my can!

Finally the day’s mad race is done
And I’ve worked and pushed and shoved
One last thing, I stop to thank the Son
For the gifts of life and being loved

©2017 by William Pierce


As each day begins and ends help me to be mindful of Your love. The world can seem like a hard task, but I will sing aloud, for You are with me. Thank You for every day. Amen!

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Special Delivery


Isaiah 7:14
New International Version (NIV)

14 Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.

Isaiah 66:7-8
New International Version (NIV)

7 “Before she goes into labor,
she gives birth;
before the pains come upon her,
she delivers a son.
8 Who has ever heard of such things?
Who has ever seen things like this?
Can a country be born in a day
or a nation be brought forth in a moment?
Yet no sooner is Zion in labor
than she gives birth to her children.

Around two thousand years ago Israel gave birth to a son. His name was and is Jesus. Today, billions call Him, Immanuel. On May 14, 1948, Israel became a nation in a day, in a moment, at the proclamation of the United Nations. God delivered on His promise in Bethlehem with Jesus, and He delivered on His promise with Israel. God is in the delivery business. He waits each day to deliver any and all who will believe.


You always fulfill Your promises. You are full of Grace and Mercy. Fill us with Your Love and set us loose upon the dark forces of this world. Thank You for each and every promise.

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Glaringly Unprepared


Revelation 1:13-15
New International Version (NIV)

13 and among the lampstands was someone like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. 14 The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. 15 His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters.


I took a walk today
Strolled down the street
And up the narrow way

I saw what I could see
Watched clouds drift by
And flowers in the breeze

I heard the brook roll by
Stood on the bridge
And saw a bird fly high

Then on the ground I fell
Blinding light shone
And angel voice did peal

“He is King! He is King!”
From every mouth
And each tongue, “Let it ring!”

Looking up, at Him there
His hair was white
And eyes a fiery glare

My heart with fear near died
As thunder rang
And stars fell from the sky

But then He spoke with Love
“Come up, my friend
And be with me above”

I gladly took His Hand
Both God and man
That brought me home again

©2017 by William Pierce


How often I walk through Your glorious creation without giving a thought, without being grateful, or without being prepared to meet You. What would happen if You actually sent an angel with a vision of Jesus as He is in heaven. Would I be ready? Would You call me Friend? Please help me today, to be what You would have me be.

Thank You for each and every blessing. May I never waste them. Amen!

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Spicy Spirit


Acts 2:16-18
New International Version (NIV)

16 No, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel:
17 “‘In the last days, God says,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.
18 Even on my servants, both men and women,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days,
and they will prophesy.

Looking for Some Soul Food

When things are spicy
They make our taste buds sing,
They make all our food
Have lots of zip and zing,

When things are aromatic
We smell deep and long,
Whether the odor
Is weak or very strong,

Our taste and our smell
Are so intertwined,
Our noses and taste buds
Are sort of “one of a kind”,

But what of our spirits?
Just what sets them afire?
Are there tasty visions?
Or fragrant dreams that inspire?

Can we turn up the heat?
And come out of our daze?
Just what is the “soul” food?
That will make our hearts blaze?

Only one food source
For a hunger man’s soul
Open up God’s holy word
Read and grow bold

©2017 by William Pierce


You bless us with Your word and You will bless us with Your Spirit. Come to us in these days in dreams and visions. Open up doors that cannot be shut. Grant us Your presence to guide and direct our every step. Thank You for each and every blessing. Amen!

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How Merry is Your Go-Round?


Psalm 68:32-34
New International Version (NIV)

32 Sing to God, you kingdoms of the earth,
sing praise to the Lord,
33 to him who rides across the highest heavens, the ancient heavens,
who thunders with mighty voice.
34 Proclaim the power of God,
whose majesty is over Israel,
whose power is in the heavens.

Riding the Carousel

Is your carousel a merry-go-round?
Does it go mostly up or mostly go down?

Does it whirl and spin at great heights and speeds?
Or is a kick in the pants what it really needs?

Does it shimmer and shine with paint bright and new?
Or is it faded and flaking like someone’s old shoe?

Do you ride on young ponies all spry and daring?
Or are they old, swaybacked, slow and sparing?

Does the music play with melodic sweet accord?
Or does it sound more like a broken Victoria record?

Well, if your whirligig isn’t quite up to snuff,
Climb on board to a salvation ride, “sho’nuff”!

Confess your all troubles, announce all your sins,
Ask the Lord for forgiveness and begin life again,

He’ll fill you with the Spirit, and make you anew,
He’ll take you to places that you never knew,

Signs and wonders will follow you each and every day,
You’ll be so grateful you’ll just have to pray,

Each morning you’ll climb onboard this heavenly ride,
Each night you will rest with angels at your side,

So don’t hesitate, don’t ponder or wait,
Don’t leave it to chance; don’t leave it to fate,

The Lord up in heaven is holding your seat,
Jump on board, hold on tight, for a life that’s complete.

©2017 by William Pierce


We buy our tickets and get on board, the music begins to play, and we are off. We hope that we have chosen wisely, but often we have gotten on the wrong ride. Nothing about it is what we expected. We call upon You today and ask that You help us all. For those who are sick – heal them, for those who are sad – comfort them, for those who are just not sure – enlightened them. You are the Master of our rides and the doctor who can heal all things. Please be with us all. Thank You so.

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