Faithful Caregiver


Luke 13:34
New Living Translation (NLT)

34 “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones God’s messengers! How often I have wanted to gather your children together as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me.


Bluebird in the morning,
Sunlight on its wings,
Awaits the day’s beginning
As its mate now starts to sing,

He sits atop a rustic fence
Surveying the morning fare,
A caterpillar crawls near him
And he is suddenly aware,

He lifts his song with fervor,
He lifts it to the sky,
Singing gives him pleasure
As the melody reaches high,

Then suddenly he spreads his wings
And quickly takes to flight,
Landing near a hollow tree
Babes crying loudly out of sight,

A dash inside to check on them
Perhaps to leave a bug or seed,
Then out once more to search again
For all that they will need,

All day long they’re in and out,
They’ll need to be quite strong,
Until the babes are on their own
The days will be hard and long.

©2018 by William Pierce


You care for us with all we need. We rest beneath Your mighty wings. Thank You for loving us as no one else does.

The Price of War

The Price of War

Ephesians 6:12
New Living Translation (NLT)

12 For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.

The Price of War

A metal box
And what it contains,
Slowly escorting
The last remains

A life of honor,
A life lived well,
Cut off too short,
A last farewell,

Shots ring out,
Taps fills the air,
A flag is given,
A trade unfair,

Then slowly lowered
In dark repose,
A mother’s tears
And then it’s closed,

But on that day
With trumpet’s sound,
Their evil plans
Will all be found,

Justice prevails
It always will,
In holy court
They’ll pay the bill.

©2018 by William Pierce


We place ourselves in Your embrace, knowing that evil will not triumph against us. Thank You!

Where Have You Gone Billy Boy?


Isaiah 46:4
New Living Translation (NLT)

4 I will be your God throughout your lifetime—
until your hair is white with age.
I made you, and I will care for you.
I will carry you along and save you.


It’s wrinkled now more than before
It hurts when I have to bend,
It still looks much the way it did
But like some long lost, old friend,

It’s not that I would throw it out
Or even change it if I could,
It’s just that so much time has come and gone
It’s not running as it should,

A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there
Some poundage added on,
The vision’s getting fuzzy
And the hair is almost gone,

The teeth are doing alright, I think
I floss and brush them every day,
Then I put them in that little glass
And promptly put them out of the way,

Then there are those pills to help it run
So many I lose track,
When I go away on a trip
They fill up a large backpack,

But there’s nothing much that we can do
Things are just what they are,
We can either sit here crying in our beer
Or go on and open up the bar,

Because time is a cruel pacesetter
It marches to its own beat,
I only hope there’s still some Epsom salts
So I can soak my tired old feet.

©2018 by William Pierce


Thank You for always being near, for always caring for us, and for always loving us.


Weeping May Last Through the Night


Psalm 30:5
New Living Translation (NLT)

5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.


What is this noise heard below
Of voices, sticks, and rocks
It is the truth of those who weep
From a life of pain and hard knocks

It is the anguish of children
Led away as slaves in chains
It is the cries of weeping mothers
Standing over their baby’s last remains

It is a father as he falls asleep
Tears rolling down his sunburned face
His back near breaks from the pull of the plow
And the cut of the reins embrace

What is this noise heard above
Of thunder, swords, and steeds
It is the shouts for justice
Of angelic armies soon unleashed

When our King will come again
Like a thief without a warning
A time when all the Earth will shout
“Joy comes this very morning!”

©2018 by William Pierce


We thank You and praise You for You have not forsaken the weak, the poor, or the helpless. That day is coming when all accounts will be settled, all pain will cease, and every tear wiped away.

A Deadly Crop


Galatians 6:7
New International Version (NIV)

7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.

(At 5:29:45 am on the morning of July 16th, 1945, the first atomic bomb was successfully tested at Alamogordo, New Mexico)


Way back in 1945
We lit a fuse that slowly burns,
In the early morning desert as we watched
The mushrooming of our most dire concerns,

We had unleashed a mighty power
And it brought to close an awful war,
But ever since we struck that match
There’s been terror like never before,

Some things are better left unlearned,
Some things should stay unknown,
For we are only mortal men
Who must reap what we have sown,

So we hold our breath within the dark
As nightmares take hold our dreams,
And pray we find the way to peace
Before the hawks unfold some dreadful scheme,

Dear Lord above we beg and plead,
We fall face down upon the Earth,
Please save us from our evil minds
And this darkness we have birthed.

©2018 by William Pierce


Forgive us and save us from the darkness we have chosen.

Be Careful Where You Point That Thing


Matthew 7:1-5
New Living Translation (NLT)

Do Not Judge Others

7 “Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. 2 For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged. 3 “And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? 4 How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? 5 Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.



How very easy it is to see
The errors of someone else,
How easily we are deceived
By the transgressions made by ourself,

How glaring are the sins
Of those that we seek to blame,
How blind we are to our own,
How much greater then is our shame?

When the gavel falls in judgment,
When the judge then calls us out,
What will be our explanation?
Will there be a single doubt?

And if we fall to the floor weeping,
If we cry out loud, “Mercy Please!”
Will we hear the verdict spoken?
“As you have given, so shall you receive!”

And then we’ll be cast from the courtroom
Nevermore to stand in the light,
We won’t have His mercy to protect us
From the fear of eternal night.

©2018 by William Pierce


Help me please to keep my mouth shut and to do right. I can’t do this without You!

Which Way Do You Turn?



Joel 2:13
New Living Translation (NLT)

13 Don’t tear your clothing in your grief,
but tear your hearts instead.”
Return to the Lord your God,
for he is merciful and compassionate,
slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love.
He is eager to relent and not punish.


At the center lies all hope,
Our choices are but two,
We can keep moving farther away
Or return without any ado,

Yes, we can move centrifugal
And go off on our own,
Or we can run centripetal
And we’ll never again be alone,

A mighty hand has made us
Then launched us into this life,
The spin we choose now will determine
Our eternal joy or strife,

So whatever you feel your situation,
Be it coming or moving away,
Know that He loves you completely,
And will welcome you home any day.

©2018 by William Pierce


May all who read this prayer turn toward You and home. May we not stray from our path to You. Thank You, Lord!



The Stroll

The Stroll

Deuteronomy 5:33
New Living Translation (NLT)

33 Stay on the path that the Lord your God has commanded you to follow. Then you will live long and prosperous lives in the land you are about to enter and occupy.

The Stroll

If I must on this path walk,
Let me not walk with fear,
It is a companion dark and grim,
A most sinister puppeteer,

He pulls our strings
Our moods to define,
He takes control
In our mind he entwines,

He lives within us
Down deep inside,
He knows us too well
We cannot hide,

So if I must on this path walk
Let me not walk with fear,
I rather take a stroll with love
Who’s come down to be with us here.

©2018 by William Pierce


May our walk today, wherever it might lead, be in Your company. There is no better, no safer, no more glorious walk. May it last forever.




Made with Love

Made With Love

Genesis 1:26-27
New Living Translation (NLT)

26 Then God said, “Let us make human beings in our image, to be like us. They will reign over the fish in the sea, the birds in the sky, the livestock, all the wild animals on the earth, and the small animals that scurry along the ground.”

27 So God created human beings in his own image.
In the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.

Made With Love

White hot light igniting
In a pulse of creation grand,
From his great lips it was spoken
And then it started to expand,

Stars were sparked,
And planets spun,
Soon the clouds begat
The rainbow in the sun,

It was so very awesome
As he peered at what was done,
He said how very good it was,
“But we’ve only just begun!”,

The oceans and the mountains,
The forests and the plains,
All so very beautiful
Yet there’s one thing that still remains,

We need someone to tend it,
Someone to make it home,
Let’s give them our own image
And bless them with our shalom,

How can we give them all of that?
How can they ever learn?
We’ll let them struggle throughout life
And with our help they will discern,

They’ll start to see what really counts,
When we come down from up above,
When we are willing to give our all
To show them true agape love.

©2018 by William Pierce


You spoke the world into being and You sustain us every day. We thank You for granting us life among the God of Life and Love.

Color Me New


Matthew 27:27-31
New Living Translation (NLT)

The Soldiers Mock Jesus

27 Some of the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into their headquarters and called out the entire regiment. 28 They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him. 29 They wove thorn branches into a crown and put it on his head, and they placed a reed stick in his right hand as a scepter. Then they knelt before him in mockery and taunted, “Hail! King of the Jews!” 30 And they spit on him and grabbed the stick and struck him on the head with it. 31 When they were finally tired of mocking him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him again. Then they led him away to be crucified.


Isn’t it a funny color?
This reddish kind of blue,
That makes some of us feel all regal
Like a lion within the zoo,

Or maybe it’s more like lavender
With redder overtones,
Where we feel quite progressive
Way down deep within our bones,

And then again it can be bluer still
With a conservative sort of bent,
So we all feel we need no change
Since with the status quo we are content,

But I prefer a different blend of hues,
A shade that only heaven knows,
That sets me apart from all the rest
With a priestly, blood-red glow,

No other pigment can compare,
It is a color so pure and true,
It paints me both inside and out
All bright and shiny new.

©2018 by William Pierce


This old world will try its best to color us as anything but Yours. Come and paint our hearts and our minds to reflect only You. Thank You, Lord!