When I Don’t Even Know What I Need


Ephesians 5:17
Amplified Bible, Classic Edition (AMPC)

17 Therefore do not be vague and thoughtless and foolish, but understanding and firmly grasping what the will of the Lord is.

Fast and Vague

I pulled up to the fast food window
And waited my turn to speak
But what I heard was so very vague
It sounded much like Greek

It was kind of muffled
Like someone locked inside a can
Or maybe like their mouth
Was full of rocks and sand

It sure was hard to understand
So I simply shouted out what I desired
“I’d like a Biggie burger with Freakie fries”
“And I got a coupon if it’s not expired”

Well, you’d think I’d asked them for the moon
From the commotion that I heard
Two of them were talking now
But I still could not understand a single word

So I decided to tell them once again
As if that would help to clear the air

I leaned out of the window
So I might hear a little better
When a girl came out the backdoor
With a manager’s badge pinned on her sweater

“Sir,” she said with a great big smile
“Please pull on through to the other side”
“Your order’s waiting there for you”
And with that she turned and went back inside

Well, I pulled around to the pickup window
And the whole crew was waiting with a grin
They giggled as they handed me the sack
And said, “Please won’t you come again!”

And they wouldn’t take a single dime
Though I offered once or twice
They kept saying something about
The fun they had “Would more than suffice”

So I took my burger back home with me
And popped a Freakie Fry
When all of a sudden I realized
It was a drink I did not buy

So I’m on the way back to try again
I hope a “Big Gulp” they can provide
But I won’t be speaking to that crazy machine
Cause from now on I’ll go inside


Help us communicate Your word and Your will. May we be blessed with the patience necessary to be a blessing to everyone we encounter. Thank You, Lord for supplying our every need, even when we can’t tell you what they are.


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Will That be a Debit or a Credit?


Philippians 2:14-16
New Living Translation (NLT)

14 Do everything without complaining and arguing, 15 so that no one can criticize you. Live clean, innocent lives as children of God, shining like bright lights in a world full of crooked and perverse people. 16 Hold firmly to the word of life; then, on the day of Christ’s return, I will be proud that I did not run the race in vain and that my work was not useless.

Watch What You Partake

We are what we eat
Or that’s what they say,
Perhaps we should be careful
What we ingest today,

There’s lots of things out there
That we might imbibe,
That are not fit
For the ear or the eye,

They’ll lead you down paths
That wind through dark places,
That rob you of virtue
And leave you with sin’s wages,

So be careful to read
What’s on the menu,
It might seem tasty
Until the check comes due

©2018 by William Pierce


We are faced with many choices in this life. Today and every day be with us all and show us what we should be partaking of in every area of life. You are our hope and our strength. Thank you!


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Forged by … a Toaster?


Hebrews 4:12
New International Version (NIV)

12 For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.


It’s like a sissy hammer,
This thing that’s made of wood,
It’s made for hitting something
Just not as hard as you could,

Instead of using brute force,
We coax it into place,
We do not want to dent it
Or do damage to its face,

Give me a big ol’ ball peen,
Then quickly step aside,
For I’ll be making changes
That need to be applied,

It’s swifter and it’s kinder
Just to go on and end the pain,
There is no reason to delay
And nothing much to gain,

So think it over while you can
And try not to delay,
When you’re using just a mallet
Most things won’t obey

©2018 by William Pierce


Heat us up and place us in Your forge. Place us upon Your anvil and change us with Your hammer sure and mighty. May we be changed into silver and gold. Precious in Your sight and worthy for Your service.


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Fessing Up!


2 Corinthians 5:20-21
New Living Translation (NLT)

20 So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ when we plead, “Come back to God!” 21 For God made Christ, who never sinned, to be the offering for our sin, so that we could be made right with God through Christ.


To be completely authentic
With unquestioning truth
Being undoubtedly accurate
And honest to boot

You have to be cereal
You have to be square
You have to give room
And you have to share

So if you want to be real
Wanna be straight-up
You don’t have to be ugly
But you have to fess-up

Don’t try to be perfect
It won’t stand up in court
We’re all getting F’s
On our final reports

But we all get a bonus
A question profound
Answer correctly
And our lives turn around

So if you want to be real
Wanna be straight-up
You don’t have to be ugly
But you have to fess-up

So don’t put it off
You might miss your one chance
You don’t have to be a giant
But you just have to take a stance

Then we’ll be just as authentic
As him who never knew sin
Who gave up his life
So the kingdom could come in

So if you want to be real
Wanna be straight-up
You don’t have to be ugly
But you have to fess-up

©2018 by William Pierce


You have given us grace and mercy. They search us out and bring us back from death through the mighty works of Jesus. May all who hear the Word accept its gift and be renewed.


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Running Together


Matthew 16:25-27
New Living Translation (NLT)

25 If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake, you will save it. 26 And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul? Is anything worth more than your soul? 27 For the Son of Man will come with his angels in the glory of his Father and will judge all people according to their deeds.

Gain and Loss

Gain and loss
Loss and gain
Parallel thoughts
Hard to explain

Never seem to touch
In differing planes
Hold onto life
And only death remains

Follow the shepherd
Let loose of it all
Hear only his voice
And answer only his call

Loss and gain
Gain and loss
United as one
On a rugged cross

©2018 by William Pierce

Seemed like a good time to write a “parallel” poem!

At Odds With One Another

Never touching,
Never linked,
Separated in space,
Eternally out-of-sync,

Nothing in common
Nothing to compare,
No reason to communicate,
No reason to share,

On differing planes,
With endless spaces,
Going the same directions
But to different places,

So how is it possible?
On such a planet unique,
That our chances for harmony
Are always so bleak,

We all share the Earth
But we don’t seem to care,
Many are hungry,
Many are bare,

And we’re always warring
With no end in sight,
It’s not even about winning
But supplying the fight,

Oh! Father in Heaven
Help us see the light,
Please join us together,
Please help us unite

©2018 by William Pierce


We seek after our own ways. We see only our selfish desires. Grant us eyes that see and ears that hear the cries of those in need. May we come to realize that our lives are but a vapor in a whirlwind. We are here and gone before we know it. Help us turn loose of this world and chase after You with all our strength. Thank You for caring!



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There is No Magic


Revelation 21:4
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”

Genie in a Bottle

He walked the lonely alley way
In search of treasure lost,
A chance to make a dime or two
From things that had been tossed,

And from those meager findings
Eke out a living bare,
Perhaps to eat a burger,
Perhaps a drink to share,

He had chosen; some years ago
To live a hobo’s life,
The pain was just too much to bear
When he had lost of his wife,

So he had hit the lonely road
To try and end his pain,
But years had passed with much regret
And still his pain remained,

If he could but find that fabled bottle
With a genie locked inside,
He’d make a wish that she’d return
And they’d live on side by side,

But there are no magic bottles
Filled with wishes for us to find,
So for now this one will have to do
To paralyze his mind

©2018 by William Pierce


You alone are our hope. When things go wrong, when there is pain, when things simply do not make sense…You are with us. We thank You for caring, for loving us back to life.


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When Angels Fret


Hebrews 13:2
New Living Translation (NLT)

2 Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!


She arrived on the bus from Denver
With one bag and a face filled with a frown
And proceeded to check in at Ariel’s
A boarding house out near the edge of town

Next morning she awoke at sunrise
Had breakfast of bacon and eggs
Then walked through each business in Sibley
And looked for any job that she could barter or beg

By noon she had run the full gamut
The only one left was Charley’s saloon
So she grabbed the “help wanted” placard
And entered into the dark and dreary room

There at the bar stood a man in an apron
And with the very best smile she could smile
Said, “I like to apply for this position”
“Even if it’s for only a short while.”

“Well, lady, that’s fine if you’re qualified?
“There’s not many folks around here who are.”
“I need someone to play a little piano”
“And maybe give me a break from the bar.”

“I’ve played in church since I was fifteen”
“And though I’ve never tended bar for even a day”
“I know I can do it, if you teach me”
“And I’ve got to earn money some way.”

Well, ok, we’ll give it a chance for the moment
But you have to play something with cheer
This ain’t no revival I’m running here lady
If you want to get paid, we’ve got to sell beer

She walked to the keyboard in silence
And struck up a tune full of the blues
Then sang with the voice of an angel
And when finished asked, “How will that do?”

Charley near swallowed his cigar
As he awoke from the trance he was in
He said, “That was absolutely amazing!”
“I’ll see you back here at seven”, he said with a grin.

“Oh hey!” he cried as she opened the door
“What is your name, by the way?”
With a frown on her face she thought for a time
“Sylvia” was all she would say

That evening the saloon was near empty
As Sylvia sat down to play her first tune
The locals were all sitting in silence
Except for the sound of the occasional spittoon

But then as the music ascended
And her voice filled the dark, dreary space
People were held in the arms of her song
And mesmerized by its winsome embrace

This went on for a week or more
And the crowds grew larger each night
Charley was never so happy
Because business was never so bright

But things were about to get sticky
Next night when a man with a beard
Started asking questions about Sylvia
And just when and how she had appeared

Well when Sylvia saw him from a distance
She ran out the back in a mad dash
And made her way over to Ariel’s
And started packing as quick as a flash

Then suddenly came a knock at her door
And she almost jumped out of her skin
But let out a sigh of blessed relief
When Charley asked, “Sylvia, may I come in?”

She opened the door and pulled Charley through
And said, “I’m sorry, Charley, but it’s time that I was gone.”
“I understand,” Charley replied, “but I want you to know”
“We can persuade this guy to leave just you alone.”

That’s nice of you, my dear Charley
And I wish there was a way not to run
But my story’s too long and my time’s too short
And I must be gone by the rising of the sun

I won’t ask you any more questions then
But here’s the money that you have earned
Now won’t you let my friend, Jerry, drive you
Over to the next town where you won’t be discerned

That man is watching the bus station
He’ll spot you before you get near
We’ve all come to admire and adore you
Won’t you let us help get you out of here

With that she kissed him and cried
He said, “Now don’t you go and fret”
“You can’t find too much here in Sibley”
“But we haven’t lost one friend yet”

So she left that night in Jerry’s backseat
Then boarded the bus in Baxter down the road
We never knew why she was running
Or why she carried such a great load

And Charley’s saloon is slow once again
But it will never be quite the same
The memory of the music will always remain
As will the girl with only Sylvia as a name

©2018 by William Pierce


Help us to show hospitality to all we meet and extend Your love to every creature.


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What Turns the Crank?


1 Corinthians 13:4-7
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

The Crank

I wondered when I saw him
His face a sour scowl
What had made him turn that way?
His demeanor cold and foul,

What tragic event had left him
Without happiness or grace?
That had carved a surly frown
Upon his aging, craggy face,

So I asked the postman
Who had known for many years,
Why was he such a lonesome crank?
And why some many tears?

He’s been that way for years and years
Since way back in ’82,
When things went wrong one tragic day
And his life became so blue,

The loss was just too great for him,
It left his heart in pieces broken,
He could not quite recover
From the words that she had spoken,

They had met one summer’s night
When the stars and planets danced,
The aura of her beauty
Had left him in a trance,

He was thirty-two
And she but twenty-six,
Yet love soon bloomed and blossomed
With the kissing of their lips,

Then days became weeks and months
While their love grew deeper yet,
Until at last on bended knee
He pledged his troth without regret,

She gave a glad, excited “Yes!”
And held him tight to her chest,
‘I’ll marry you for certain”
But there’s one thing I must request,

I’ve spent my life in tiny towns
But I long for so much more,
If you’ll just move into the city
I’ll marry you for sure!

But my business is a family-one
Built with my father’s sweat,
How can I leave that all behind?
And not repay him that great debt?

“Then I must decline”, she sadly said
And though it breaks my heart,
I feel must pursue my dreams
And so I must depart,

And that my friend is how it came
That he wears such a face of gloom,
He chose to pay an honor’s debt
And not become a happy groom,

So if you find a love that’s true
And your hearts begin to bloom,
Do not throw away your single chance
Or you might be left with only gloom.

©2018 by William Pierce


Please open our eyes to the power of love. In a world filled with doubt and fear, it is the key to the door of happiness. May we all find the door, unlock the lock, and be willing to walk in. Thank You, Lord!



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What Makes Up Your Song?


Romans 12:4-5
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 Just as our bodies have many parts and each part has a special function, 5 so it is with Christ’s body. We are many parts of one body, and we all belong to each other.

The Truth of the Song

It seems so very simple
If you give it just a glance
But a song is made of many parts
If you give it half a chance

First it has a melody
Some music, if you will
A composition of the soul
To give the heart a thrill

Yet hand in hand the lyrics walk
To give meaning to the tale
Without those very special words
The song’s story would surely fail

The story’s set in verses
Each one tells us but a part
Followed by the same refrain
That sets each verse apart

Then every song must have a beat
To set the tapping of the drum
It sets the tone of how it feels
And starts the listener to hum

And there exists a genre
That envelops it all the while
It might be folk or roll and rock
That gives away its style

So you see, as with many things
They’re more complicated than they appear
And we must know what’s going on out of sight
Before their value becomes quite clear

©2018 by William Pierce


Be with us daily and guide us into a full understanding of Your ways. Help us to use our gifts to be the part of the church that we are to fulfill. We seek Your wisdom and Your strength. Thank You!


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