Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in our bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed down for them to do the same. One day we will spend our sunset years telling our children  and our children's children  what it was once like in the United States where men were free.- Ronald Reagan

Heartfelt

It doesn’t matter what I do                                        

My purpose is  loving you

I can’t escape that greatest fact

I don’t want   ever to turn back

Though I’m weak and so unsure 

You bought me and I am yours

You are my paramour –Jesus my king

Constantly in my sleep

Pagan gods come courting me

Taking what is meant for One

Perverting  grace of the Son

All I can do is repent

How easily we forget

Spirit so ravenous- Jealous God

So in my soul I am so bound

This lost child has been found

But he’s got so much to learn

So many passions must be spurned

Look on one who is blood bought

Take it all- its all I’ve got

Be my very thought-heartfelt God

Memories

Quote from  Stephen Lawheasd's The Sword and the Flame:
"we aren't lost we just lack direction."

Hot cookie sheet(4 May 2013)

I often wash the cookie sheet right after I use it and so it is  still hot. Today I got the sheet out of the oven with a drying dishrag, yes I know not the beat but folded over it is thick enough and it works. Any way as I moved the pan I thought it felt a little hotter that normal and was just putting it under the sink when I saw the flames, apparently dishrags can burn pretty well. Oh well fortunately already being under the faucet it was a quick fix.

Shaved head

I’ve had only one style-

Since I was young.

Guys wear short hair -

That’s just how it’s done.

Only twice in my life

Have I broken this rule

Once was for money

And the other-

For a girl that I knew

 short was this lapse

For I  soon returned-

To what God ordained

For real guys are men

And that is quite plain

Kept on in basic

We shaved the debris

This message we send:

Clippers and razors

Real guys are men

Light their eyes( A Poem)

You see the dead Walk by every day Like vampires  or zombies Empty eyes arrayed   They have not vision Searching for a hope Yet they hate the light The can-not cope   Jesus be their fantasy- Wake them from the dream Break the spell of the snake. Plant the everlasting seed   Bring your heel down Ignite the fire in our soul Let our eyes burn bright Consume the old man whole.

The departed Pen (Poem)

Listen my friends

Ye erratic persons of skill

Talent is a gift-

Not to be handled as shill

Like a pen departed

Listen to this tale of woe

Of one who went dry

One who grew old

His heart was to die

The day the pen departed

Laureate of inspirational flow;

His heart moved his hand.

His intellect glowed.

Till he was unmanned,

And the pen departed

Poor poet so confused;

How had it withdrawn?

How did he lose-

Now it was gone

That  pen departed

Sitting at his favorite table

Grasping forth, but in vain-

All  heard was silence.
What mortal pain;

The day the pen departed.