What Do You Choose to Ooze?


John 14:6-8
New Living Translation (NLT)

6 Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me. 7 If you had really known me, you would know who my Father is. From now on, you do know him and have seen him!” 8 Philip said, “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.”

Each day, each hour, each moment
We are oozing
But unlike a boat with a tiny leak
We are not taking on water
We are oozing out
We ooze whatever is inside
Yes, we all ooze even love
Even compassion
Even forgiveness
But what is our main essence?
What do we most exude into the world?
And just how much?
Is our spirit trickling or do we pour out ourselves into the world?
What is the size of the hole in your heart?
Does your spirit flood out as if to try and drowned the world
In whatever it is that makes up your inner self
Or are you content to ooooozzze.
To ration out your emotions, your passions, your inspirations

Nelson Mandela said, “”There is no passion to be found playing small–in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”

Nicolas Sparks said, “The saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.”

T. D. Jakes said, “It is your passion that empowers you to be able to do that thing you were created to do.”

So let us live our lives with passion. Let us pour out our beings into whatever it is that we believe, never settling to simply “ooze” out life in dribbles and drabs, having no real passion either inside or out.


Fill us up to overflowing with a passion for You. Let us not sit back and wait on others to do the Kingdom’s work. Make of us vessels and workers worthy of our pay. Thank You for every blessing, every kindness, every purpose laid before us. may we take hold of each and every one and turn it into our passion.


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Rejoice in the Darkness


Mark 15:33
New International Version (NIV)

The Death of Jesus

33 At noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon.

Eclipsed by Love

It seems that many might think
That the Earth will soon be in a lurch
And perhaps fall from its celestial perch
When the eclipse makes the sun to shrink

The moon will come spinning around
Placing itself between us and the sun
And provide us with some spectacular fun
The effect being dark and profound

Its shadow will course over much of the planet
As it does what it has always done
Holding us in place with the help of the sun
God’s mighty team of life, we oft take for granted

So do not look up in fear today
At the sun, the moon, and the stars
Marvel instead at the Hands with the scars
That died to show us the Way

And watch and ponder the thrill
That awaits us in the heavens above
The Gift of an amazing love
Purchased so long ago on a far away hill

©2017 by William Pierce


Your hand moves and the planets fall from the skies. You speak and kingdoms are no more. Yet we marvel most of all that You would call us friends. Be with us today and everyday. You are our Light in the darkest situations. What shall we fear?


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Trance-forming Night Visions


Ezekiel 1:15-16
The Message (MSG)

15-16 As I watched the four creatures, I saw something that looked like a wheel on the ground beside each of the four-faced creatures. This is what the wheels looked like: They were identical wheels, sparkling like diamonds in the sun. It looked like they were wheels within wheels, like a gyroscope.

Alien Trance

Last night as I lay upon my bed
I thought I was in a deep, deep trance
When I was confronted by little grey men
Who stared at me with a menacing glance

I tried and tried to sit upright
But it was to no avail
Their alien powers held me firm
As though I was in jail

Next thing I knew one raised their hand
And the room began to spin and flip
Next thing I knew I was out in space
Aboard their mother ship

I was on a cold, hard table
In a bright, bright examination room
One came at me with a big ole needle
And I thought I was gonna swoon

They stuck me here and punched me there
Then conferred, a decision then to make
When they all came back and turned me loose
And apologized for their mistake

We thought you were an intelligent breed
And perhaps you might be taught
But we find you all are way too dumb
Cause all you’ve done is fought

So we’ll take you back to your nice warm bed
And there you’ll sleep until the new day
And off you’ll go just like before
In the same old greedy, fighting way

Some of you think that we’ve come
To bring you some mighty technology
But how the heck could we do that
You’d blow yourselves into infinity

But perhaps someday we’ll try to swing back by
And fly this way again
We hope to God above
You all will learn to be good friends

©2017 by William Pierce


You are Lord and You do whatever You choose to do and that is a very good thing. We cannot understand Your ways because they are high above our ways, but we can know that they are just and right. Watch over this great world You have created and hold onto us firmly. Bless us all with Your Spirit so that we might come to be like You. Thank You so for loving us all.


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In the Night


Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Nocturnal Recitation

What might you recite
In the deep, dark dead of night
When ghosties and goblins
Come out in plain sight

When werewolves will howl
And banshees will scream
As children lie paralyzed
From nightmares and dreams

When zombies might rise
And walk right through town
While monsters might bump
But never be found

Is there anything spinning
Around in your head
That might bring you comfort
If it were said

Perhaps some special mantra
Or an incantation or spell
Might keep you from drifting
Into some hideous hell

But if you don’t mind
A simple suggestion from me
Try memorizing this short poem
I memorized when I was three

“Five little angels round my bed
One at the foot and one at the head
One to watch and one to pray
And one to take my fears away”

©2017 by William Pierce

The “Five Little Angels” poem mentioned above appears to have been written by Elsie Laraine Holding. My mother taught me this little poem as a child but I had not known who the author was until now. Strange isn’t, that we might recite something many years yet not fully understand even the simplest things about it.


You keep us in perfect peace. You are always with us and are always watching out for our every need. We praise You and thank You for every tender mercy. Please extend Your care and devotion to everyone who will read this prayer. Let Your love sweep over them and carry them away on a tidal wave that won’t stop until they are at home again with You.

May it all be so in the wonderful name of Jesus, the Prince of Peace. Amen.



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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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