The Unknown

Colossus

 

Psalm 23:4
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 Even when I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will not be afraid,
for you are close beside me.
Your rod and your staff
protect and comfort me.


Colossus

There before he stands again,
Arms bared and confronting me,
His wild voice mocking
And saying how things will be,

This is not the first time
Nor will it likely be the last,
He is my ever present foe,
The die that has been cast,

We meet at every corner,
Every place I try to go,
He waits to send me scurrying,
He’s done it since long ago,

Whether in the daylight hours
Or as night’s darkness presses in,
I cannot seem to lose him
And there seems no way to win,

So I am left to pull away,
To run and try to hide,
You see this giant is nothing more
Than the fear that lives inside.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Please send Your Spirit to guide us each day. Strengthen our faith so we can walk without fear. So we may walk in Your precious peace. Thank you!

Always and Forever

BFF

 

Proverbs 18:24
New Living Translation (NLT)

24 There are “friends” who destroy each other,
but a real friend sticks closer than a brother.


BFF

How sweet it would be to fight no more
To lay this burden down,
It matters not who’s right or wrong
But can peace somehow be found?

Is there a way set aside
Our griefs, our hurts, our pains?
To simply agree to disagree
And act like friends again,

What would it take to realize?
The treasure that we’ve lost,
When friends are no longer friendly,
How can you count the cost?

What price set you on friendship?
What value does it hold?
When did it lose its meaning,
Has it always been this cold?

So here we are with only questions
And those begat a thousand more,
Perhaps the only path to peace
Lay on a separate shore,

So walk away and don’t look back
And do not shed a tear,
Remember me as I will you
As someone I once held dear.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

You are a friend like no other. Not once have You ever failed us. Not once have You left us. Not once have You not loved us. We thank You and praise You for who You are…our Friend!

Rest Assured

Vote!


Job 12:7-10
New Living Translation (NLT)

7 “Just ask the animals, and they will teach you.
Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you.
8 Speak to the earth, and it will instruct you.
Let the fish in the sea speak to you.
9 For they all know
that my disaster has come from the hand of the Lord.
10 For the life of every living thing is in his hand,
and the breath of every human being.


Today is voting day in the USA. Take advantage of this great opportunity and yet remember that it holds great responsibility. Be bold, be brave, be wise. But remember there is reason for great hope. There are hands that have made us and that hold the universe in place.

If you’re feeling down or confused; take a few minutes and watch the video below of Planet Earth. It helps me to marvel at this miraculous place we live, then go and vote your heart. It will be alright for we are not alone and we are protected and greatly loved.

Have a blessed day!

Maranatha!

 

 

 

The Laminator

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The saga continues as I forge ahead with our flooring adventure. Will I be the hero or the villian? Will all be well or will I be shot down in flames? Hopefully I will be back soon with the usual postings. Until then, take care, and say a prayer.

Laminate Blues

Laminate, Oh Laminate!
When will you end?
Pulling out carpet
Until my knees won’t bend,

I got the laminate blues
I got them thru and thru
From my head to my shoes
I got those laminate blues!
I got those laminating blues!

Then there’s the underlayment
After everything’s clean,
Brushing and a’ scrubbing
Until not a speck can be seen

I got the laminate blues
I got them thru and thru
From my head to my shoes
I got those laminate blues!
I got those laminating blues!

Then you finally get
To lay that new floor down
But not until you’ve gone thru
Every single box that’s lying around

That’s why I’ve got the laminate blues
And there’s nothing that I can do
At least until this job is through
I got those laminate blues!
I got those pulling my back,
Bending my knees,
Wishing I was on a beach,
Laminating blueeeees!

©2018 by William Pierce

 

Father,

Please guide our every step. May we measure twice and cut once. May we always follow after Your plan.  Thank You!

Gone…but not far

My apologies for being gone so much lately. I have been doing some long thought about home improvements. I tore out the old carpet in the master bedroom and replaced it with wood laminate. It was quite an adventure. My thanks go out to a friend who was nice enough to let me borrow a miter saw and a nail gun for the molding. I also must as always give a shout out to “Professor YouTube”. You can learn how to do almost anything from him. Only two more bedrooms and a walk-in closet to go. I shall return! Filled with even more gratitude…that I didn’t kill myself or destroy our home.

God bless everyone!

 

When I Look


Whos There


Psalm 147:3-5
New Living Translation (NLT)

3 He heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds.
4 He counts the stars
and calls them all by name.
5 How great is our Lord! His power is absolute!
His understanding is beyond comprehension!


Who’s There

As I sit here; down below
And stare up into space,
I wonder if there’s someone else
Staring back into my face,

Someone grand and full of knowledge
Who can ride among the stars,
Or maybe someone who is just like me?
Perhaps up there on nearby Mars?

Maybe they’re a tad farther out
Eleven light years or even more?
Sitting quietly there on Ross 128 b
On a rocky, red-colored shore,

Are they short? Are they tall?
Do they dream of their own home?
Are they blue like in Avator?
Or small and funny like a gnome?

But while it’s fun to ponder this,
To wonder if ET does exist?
There is a question with far more weight
That my mind just can’t resist,

Is there in the vast beyond,
A pair of hands that made it all?
And does the face that’s looking back
Manage to hear me when I call?

Cause if it does there’s nothing else
That could ever mean a thing,
For the hands that made the universe
Are the ones to which I cling.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Though we are awed by the glory of the heavens and made speechless by the beauty of all that surrounds us, help us to never lose sight of the hands that have breathed life into everything. Thank You, Lord, for the life abundant!

There Is A Valley


Valleys

 

Psalm 23
New Living Translation (NLT)

1 The Lord is my shepherd;
I have all that I need.
2 He lets me rest in green meadows;
he leads me beside peaceful streams.
3 He renews my strength.
He guides me along right paths,
bringing honor to his name.
4 Even when I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will not be afraid,
for you are close beside me.
Your rod and your staff
protect and comfort me.
5 You prepare a feast for me
in the presence of my enemies.
You honor me by anointing my head with oil.
My cup overflows with blessings.
6 Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will live in the house of the Lord
forever.


Valleys

There are valleys filled with hate
Where pain and death can both await,
Cloaked in sugar-coated lies,
Such a wickedly devilish disguise,

There are valleys lined with grief
Where worry grows in disbelief,
Where hearts and spirits both succumb
As the restless mind grows ever numb,

There are valleys of illness grim
Where we suffer loss of life and limb,
Where darkness hovers like a cloud
Patiently waiting as death’s black shroud

There are valleys filled with tears
Where our sorrows fall on deafened ears,
Where no solace can be found
As those who watch make not a sound,

But there is a valley filled with hope
Where love will pull us like a rope,
Up from the pit where evil grins
And lets us each begin again,

Yes, there is a valley sweet and fair,
Trouble cannot find us there,
In his embrace we’ll run and hide
And there all our hurts will be laid aside.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Whether up or down, left or right, deep or shallow, high or wide, You are there waiting, ever-patient, ever-seeking, ever-loving. Your gentle voice is like no other. Speak to us; Lord, and lead us home.

Beyond Measure

How Blessed

 


Psalm 5:11-12
New Living Translation (NLT)

11 But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
let them sing joyful praises forever.
Spread your protection over them,
that all who love your name may be filled with joy.
12 For you bless the godly, O Lord;
you surround them with your shield of love.


How Blessed

How blessed am I?
It’s as simple as can be,
I’m alive and kicking
And the air I breathe is free,

I’m up and down on both legs
And my back is feeling strong,
My health is not in question
And nothing seems to be wrong,

My friends and family
All seem to be doing well,
And my mind is holding on
As far as I can tell,

At night I have a place,
Where I can lay my head,
And breakfast is always waiting
When I rise up from my bed,

And anytime I want to
I can up and speak a prayer,
And I do not have to wonder
If He’s listening from up there,

You see, Jesus came to Earth
And made a way for you and me,
So yes, I’m sure and certain
That we’re as blessed as blessed can be.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,
Make known to all who will listen the desire You have to bless us. Shield all who come to You with Your favor. Thank You, Lord.

 

The Pen


The Pen

 


John 15:1-5
New Living Translation (NLT)

Jesus, the True Vine

15 “I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. 3 You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. 4 Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me. 5 “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.


The Pen

I am the pen and that is all,
I cannot write a thing; big or small,
But I rest within the mighty hand
Of him who writes the story grand,

Who paints the skies of silky blue
And sets the stars into nightly view,
Who created every single thing
And made the angel choirs to sing,

No, I cannot write a single word,
To claim otherwise would be absurd,
I am the pen so very small,
I cannot write a thing at all.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

“Hold tight, my Lord, and use me well”
“Give me purpose, help me excel”
“I am lost outside of Your great hand”
“Please use me well within Your plan”

Thank You!

Walking on the Water



Just a Closer Walk

Circle up the wagons!
Get the hatches battened down!
There’s a storm that’s out there brewing
Where nothing but trouble can be found,

The government’s against us
Or so some would probably say,
And all the while the ordinary people
Are headed down the long, hard way,

Food prices keep on soaring
And gas just hit an all-time high,
If it weren’t for all our second jobs
We couldn’t possibly get by,

Crime is surely increasing,
Interest rates are on the rise,
But most folks live their busy lives
With rose-colored blinders on their eyes,

So why should I be worried?
Why should I cringe in mortal fear?
There’s a man out there walking on the water
And he’s coming over here,

Yes, he’s walking on the water
And offering a helping hand,
You only need to take hold
And on a solid rock you’ll quickly stand,

Hallelujah! he’s walking on the water,
Setting folks free from sin and death,
Praise god! he was walking on the water
Right up until his dying breath,

And now he’s sitting up in heaven
Where he’s praying for you and me,
And someday soon he’ll come for us
And set us completely free.

So why should I be worried?
There’s nothing that can harm me anymore,
There’s a man who walked upon the water
Who’s waiting on that celestial shore.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Thank You, from the depths of our souls!