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!

A Code of Conduct


A Simple Plan

 

Matthew 22:37-40
New Living Translation (NLT)

37 Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 A second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 The entire law and all the demands of the prophets are based on these two commandments.”


A Simple Plan

What I needed to face the world
Was a plan that would prevail,
Some sort of map or paradigm
That could not stall or fail,

It had to be both true and fair
To everyone’s separate ways,
And yet not deny what I believed
In all that it conveyed,

A simple way to meet all men
That should not cause disgust,
A way to spread the truth I know
That would not breed mistrust,

I was about to give up and quit,
This quest seeming to be in vain,
When I remembered these wise words
And all that they could attain,

“Love God with all your heart, soul and mind”
“And love others as if they were you”
There is no better plan to end the hate
And give the respect that all are due.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Please move within each of us so that we may become sons and daughters of the Living Lord, and act appropriately with one another.

Even Still

Even Still

 

James 4:13-16
New Living Translation (NLT)

Warning about Self-Confidence

13 Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” 14 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. 15 What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” 16 Otherwise you are boasting about your own pretentious plans, and all such boasting is evil.


Even Still

Sometimes I think; that I must,
Whatever “must” might be,
Whether watching out for others
Or maybe just writing poetry,

My importance grows when I do,
What will happen if I don’t?
The world’s in need of what I’ve got
It’s what they surely want,

Then one day it always happens
For some reason I must relent,
And to my surprise I must admit
No one even wonders where I went,

The world keeps spinning as before,
The stars don’t come crashing to the ground,
Nothing skips a single beat,
When I’m nowhere to be found,

But what’s most amazing of it all,
It gives me such a thrill,
It’s no one less than the Lord above,
Who’s loves me even still.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Thank You for always be here. Even when I don’t see You or hear You or feel Your presence. I know You are here because You said so.

Love Is in the Air


On the Wind


John 10:27-28
New Living Translation (NLT)

27 My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. 28 I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me


On the Wind

I heard it like a summer’s breeze
Gently whispering inside my mind,
Soft and sultry was its message,
Spoken in a language oh so kind,

My joy was then released unstoppable,
My heart was filled with perfect peace,
For I had heard a Word from Him
And I knew His love would never cease,

It’s little things that mean so much
Not packages filled with gold,
You’ll know that’s the honest truth
When you’re sick or getting old,

So listen when the Spirit speaks,
Lend an ear when you get the chance,
It’s not every day when we stop to hear
The heavenly invitation to romance.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Please help us to stop each day and listen to Your invitation to life and love.

The River of God

The Stream


Revelation 22:1-5
New Living Translation (NLT)

22 Then the angel showed me a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. 2 It flowed down the center of the main street. On each side of the river grew a tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, with a fresh crop each month. The leaves were used for medicine to heal the nations. 3 No longer will there be a curse upon anything. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and his servants will worship him. 4 And they will see his face, and his name will be written on their foreheads. 5 And there will be no night there—no need for lamps or sun—for the Lord God will shine on them. And they will reign forever and ever.


The Stream

Cool water babbles and bubbles,
Delicately calling me near,
I sit by the bank and listen
As the soft sounds tickle my ears,

The breeze rustles through the fall leaves,
The colors dazzle my eyes,
Reds, browns and yellows
Contrasting the azure blue skies,

Toes caressed by the current,
Fond boyhood memories abound
Of holding the hand of my first love,
As the ripples give off their sweet sound,

If my visit was not such a bittersweet moment,
If I could linger and offer up thanks,
Then my soul would be healed of its sickness
As I walked along these beautiful banks,

There’s nothing that peace can’t recover,
There’s nothing his hand can’t restore,
If we just take time to bathe in the beauty
That resides on that heavenly shore.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

Help us to return to our first love. To embrace You in all that we do. There’s healing that lives in Your presence where Your love comes shining through.

The Hand Behind


Lightning

 


Psalm 107:28-31
New Living Translation (NLT)

28 “Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress.
29 He calmed the storm to a whisper
and stilled the waves.
30 What a blessing was that stillness
as he brought them safely into harbor!
31 Let them praise the Lord for his great love
and for the wonderful things he has done for them.


Lightning

Born from a heavenly anvil,
God’s mighty hammer strikes fire amid the dark skies,
Thunder then rumbles an answer
While the bright lightning dazzles the eyes,

Rain pours down from the cloud banks
Like silvery coins it glimmers and shines,
Refreshing the parched earth below them
A gift that’s both physical and divine,

Why do I stare with such wonder?
Why do I relish each flash?
Is it the thrill of the terrible light show?
Or the hand behind every crash?

Let not the heavens mesmerize me!
Let not me worship in vain!
The skies are filled with great glory,
But when they’re gone only he will remain.

©2018 by William Pierce


Father,

We gladly thank You and give You praise for the power You display in the heavens and the love You reveal in all of our lives.