What Great Power!

Pick a Power


Matthew 18:21-22
New Living Translation (NLT)

Parable of the Unforgiving Debtor

21 Then Peter came to him and asked, “Lord, how often should I forgive someone who sins against me? Seven times?”
22 “No, not seven times,” Jesus replied, “but seventy times seven!

Pick a Power

If I could have one power,
What would be the best?
What would mean the most to me?
That would outshine all the rest,

Should I choose to be real strong,
Or run at lightning speed?
Or if I could read the thoughts of men,
Would that be all I’d need?

I might should pick the gift of gab?
And become a household name,
Or maybe I could be a star
And rise to worldly fame?

Then again I think it’s certain?
What gives the most power to live,
Is to turn loose of all my anger,
And to seventy times seven forgive.

©2018 by William Pierce


Bless us with hearts that forgive and minds that forget. You have forgiven us of much so we should forgive those who hurt us, but we need Your power to do it.


Storm Breaker


Mark 4:39
King James Version (KJV)

39 And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.


There are storms of wind
And storms of rain,
Storms of loneliness,
Storms of pain,

Storms of our making
And storms that are not,
Storms that are cold,
Storms that are hot,

Storms at home
And storms on the road,
Storms held inside,
Storms that explode,

Storms in the kitchen
And storms in the den,
Storms that happen once,
Storms that never end,

Dear Lord of the heavens,
Calm our storms if you will,
Please speak these simple words
“Peace, be still!”

©2018 by William Pierce


There are storms all over tonight, Lord. Be with those in the path of the hurricane, and be with those who are in the throes of their own hurtful storms…wherever they are…whatever the storm. Thank You, Lord for loving us so much.



Be Lifted Up

In Your Embrace


Psalm 73:25-28
New Living Translation (NLT)

25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
I desire you more than anything on earth.
26 My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,
but God remains the strength of my heart;
he is mine forever.
27 Those who desert him will perish,
for you destroy those who abandon you.
28 But as for me, how good it is to be near God!
I have made the Sovereign Lord my shelter,
and I will tell everyone about the wonderful things you do.

In Your Embrace

My deepest desire
Is not to win life’s race,
But to find myself again
Within your warm embrace,

Having run so long without you,
I long to feel your gentle touch,
To know again that perfect love
I’ve been missing so very much,

It comforts when I’m troubled,
It lifts me when I’m down,
I find you right beside me
When no one else will come around,

And in the evening when I slumber
And my dreams are dark and dank,
It’s you whose touch revives me,
It’s you that I must thank,

So take the world and all it’s worth,
Every nickel, every dime,
I won’t need a single penny
If I have this embrace divine.

©2018 by William Pierce

You are the treasure to be found. You are the only desire of our hearts. Were it not for You there would be no love at all. Carry us, Lord, in the cradle of Your loving arms.


Stand Against the Darkness


Romans 8:37
New King James Version (NKJV)

37 Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.


Some say that we are warriors,
If so, how can I win the fight?
I have no strength or weapons
And I’m scared most every night,

I’ve failed at almost everything
That I’ve set out to do,
And my sins are always showing
Like some horrible tattoo,

My speech is rather funny
And my tongue is awful slow,
How I can get you to listen
To the one thing that I know?

It’s true I am not special
But he doesn’t even care,
The god who made the heavens
Will not treat me fair,

You see, I deserve harsh judgment
For all that I have done,
But he took away my punishment
And laid it upon his son,

And that’s my only weapon
Against the evil in front of me,
I claim the grace freely given
That washes and sets me free.

©2018 by William Pierce


Like young David, we face the giants of this world. We are scoffed at by our enemies. They laugh because we seem to be so helpless, yet we are not. We are the fiercest of warriors for we come not as ourselves, but in Your name and with Your strength. Have mercy upon them Lord for they are no match for You. Thank You for loving us in spite of our wicked selves.




Too Much Ado


Mark 1:15
New International Version (NIV)

15 “The time has come,” he said. “The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news!”

Too Much Ado

Our clocks are ticking,
Our alarms are set,
They haven’t started ringing
So it’s not time yet,

So much to do
And time’s running out,
Should we work on quietly?
Or give out a big shout?

Might need to dance?
Maybe even sing?
Knowing what to do
Is a most mysterious thing,

Hand to the plow,
Nose to the stone,
Pondering our purposes
Won’t leave us alone,

The sky is the limit
But turn loose of the world,
What might seem so simple
Leaves our minds all swirled,

There’s one easy answer,
One thing we can all do,
Just believe what he told us
And live life born anew.

©2018 by William Pierce


There is nothing to do, but believe. You have set us free through Your Son, Jesus. Help us all to believe in Him and be born again.

What Should I Do?

This Man

John 6:28-34
New Living Translation (NLT)

28 They replied, “We want to perform God’s works, too. What should we do?”
29 Jesus told them, “This is the only work God wants from you: Believe in the one he has sent.”
30 They answered, “Show us a miraculous sign if you want us to believe in you. What can you do? 31 After all, our ancestors ate manna while they journeyed through the wilderness! The Scriptures say, ‘Moses gave them bread from heaven to eat.’”
32 Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, Moses didn’t give you bread from heaven. My Father did. And now he offers you the true bread from heaven. 33 The true bread of God is the one who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”
34 “Sir,” they said, “give us that bread every day.”

This Man

What were his thoughts?
What was his plan?
This one who came
To take the place of man,

He walked on water,
He healed the sick,
He chose the twelve,
Knew just which ones to pick,

He calmed the seas,
And raised the dead,
Cast out our demons
Filled them with dread,

Gave sight to the blind,
Made the lame to walk,
Those who could not speak
He had them talk,

He gave himself
To set us free,
A blood sacrifice
For you and me.

©2018 by William Pierce


We acknowledge that You have sent Jesus to save those of us who know that You sent him and that You have raised Him from the dead. May we somehow tell the good news around the world.

The Long Wait



John 5:1-3
New Living Translation (NLT)

Jesus Heals a Lame Man

5 Afterward Jesus returned to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish holy days. 2 Inside the city, near the Sheep Gate, was the pool of Bethesda, with five covered porches. 3 Crowds of sick people—blind, lame, or paralyzed—lay on the porches…


Jesus walked into Bethesda
By a pool near the town’s Sheep Gate,
There he met a man with an infirmity,
Who had had a long, thirty-eight year wait,

He was one among the multitude
In a sea of suffering and pain,
Who waited for the heavenly angel
To stir up the pool again,

Each time the angel would come down,
Each time the water swirled about,
The next one in the healing water
Would be well when they finally came out,

“Do you want to be made well?” Jesus asked him,
And the man sadly replied,
“Each time the waters begin to stir”
“Someone beats me in before I can even try”

“Rise, take up your bed and walk”,
Is all that Jesus said,
And the man stood up immediately,
And walked away carrying his bed,

The elders would roar their displeasure
Since the Sabbath is no time to work,
Who is this man who told you to toil
And the rules of the Sabbath to shirk?

I’m sorry to say, I know not his name
But I’ll find out as soon as I can,
One thing I’ll say that I know is the truth,
He is in no way an ordinary man.

©2018 by William Pierce


All about us lay those who are sick and in firmed. May we be ever-mindful of our calling the spread the healing news of Jesus’ death and resurrection.

All That’s Left


John 15:2-6
New Living Translation (NLT)

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. 6 Anyone who does not remain in me is thrown away like a useless branch and withers. Such branches are gathered into a pile to be burned.


Cut out the dead wood that holds you back
Prune every unproductive limb,
Call for the clippers sharp and swift
That will give you the necessary trim,

Snip away the hate and anguish
Cut back all the fear and doubt,
Slice off what’s been holding you back
And give light a chance to sprout,

There’s much we all could do without,
There’s much we should cut away,
Don’t hold on to things that hold you back
But get free of them today,

Pride and lust and greediness
Envy, slough, and lies,
These are things that have us walk
In ways that are most unwise,

Trim back your hearts with speediness,
Don’t wait for one more day,
Harvest time is nearly here
And judgment will not delay.

©2018 by William Pierce



You bless us by cutting from us those things that lead us astray, that are not productive, or that are harmful. May we always welcome Your tending of our garden. You are the Master Gardener. Thank You!


I Shall Go Home

My Father

Luke 15:20
New Living Translation (NLT)

20 “So he returned home to his father. And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him.

My Father

My father used to take me out
To a playground not far from home,
He’d request that I would stay real close
But I always liked to roam,

I’d run ahead and try to hide
Or I’d just sit and make a face,
I often wonder why he didn’t leave me
But he’d always smile and keep my pace,

Often times he would sit and watch
But he was never out of sight,
And though I thought myself quite tough,
He was always there to help me win my fights,

But now he’s gone and the playground’s changed,
It’s not nearly as much fun anymore,
But I know he waits at the celestial gate
So we can play some more.

©2018 by William Pierce


Over and over and over You have proven what a good, good father You are. We thank You for every blessing.