The Law of the Lord is perfect


The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.
The statues of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous.

They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb.
By them your servant is warned; in keeping them there is a great reward.

Psalm 19:7-11

This ancient poem was written by King David, a man after God’s heart. Here, David reflects on why the law is perfect and what it does for our soul if we obediently keep the law. ❤


The Urge Is Back


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The urge is back…

… to dance with my sins

to have that one drink

to watch that X-rated flick

To wrongly think of the ways

I can use my friend Nick.


In keeping with this week’s backsliding theme. As I said on Sundaywe as newborn babes are still not perfect. We still need to guard our tongue, we’re still going to make mistakes, and we’re still going to be tempted to revert back to an old sin or two. This is not an excuse, though. Call on the mighty name of Jesus whenever you feel like you’re backsliding. It works all the time. 


The Poem


No Time
I knelt and prayed, but not for long.
I had too much to do.
Must hurry off and get to work,
For bills will soon be due.

And so I said a hurried prayer,
Jumped up from off my knee,
My Christian duty now was done,
My soul could be at ease.

All through the day I had no time,
To speak a word of cheer,
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They’d laugh at me I’d feared.

No time, no time, too much to do.
That was my constant cry.
No time to give to those in need.

At last t’was the time to die.
And when before the Lord I came;
I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands he held a book;
It was the Book Of Life.

He looked into the book and said,
“Your name I cannot find,
I once was going to write it down,
But I never found the time.”


*** I’ve always loved this poem. This is what most of us go through on a daily basis without a second thought for our Father. When you wake in the morning, the first thing you must be is grateful in seeing another day so we thank the Lord in prayer. Don’t let life get the better of you. It’s time to stop taking God for granted and put Him before all else.

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Seeing the Sea


Warm thick body of huge translucent substance rolling on and off the golden bed laden with miscellaneous shells, 

Invisible breeze strolling along the vast rotations of the roaring and unsettled waves,

Motionless fabricated sea machines stand still on the outer coast waiting for their farewells,

The army of pelicans drove rapidly downward into the feeding base of the oceans before others invades,

Intake of saltiness stains the nostrils with constant inhaling of her unique restless body,

Nets explore deeply into the horizons of untamable feeding frenzy inhabitants,

Numerous seaweeds accessorize the rocks that was looking so angry,

Organized umbrellas dogged deep into the gold bed that lay below the enormous capacity of feet’s, so extravagant,

No time passes when you’re near to such blissfulness of pacifying nature,

Now I must get back to reality, back to disloyalty, watching my reflection disappeared on the mirror of your waters as I make my departure. 

© Tammy

*** Again, a HUGE thank you to Tammy for providing yet another one of her beautiful poetry. If you’re on Wattpad, you can check out her work there.



One day I heard an awful cry
Way up from above the dark swollen skies,
They were the cry of his angels,
The ones that gained everlasting life from above in the heaven away heaven
That’s soon going to touch down
The master sobs profoundly whenever he looks down at his children,
Who daily hurts his heart so much,
He must come again,
Yes he is coming again,
To bring this current world to a massive end
The days are no more longer
The time keeps on getting shorter
The more we surrender
The better it will be  for both our souls and the heavenly father
He’s waiting
While we are senselessly killing one another and concurrently disobeying,
He’s calling,
While we only drink, party and continue to contain our veins with illegal substances to abstain pain,
He’s showing signs
While we continue to be blind by the devil and his targeted demons he assigns,
He screams from inside,
“Why have thou forsaken me? Why my children? Why?”
His angels are on their way on rapid flights,
When can they arrive?
Anytime either today or tonight
Are you ready for judgment day,
When he calls us up one by one for our individual judging?
What would you tell him?
Would we decide then to repent?
Why don’t we all do it now while he still gives us limited time
For one day this world will be no more for you and I.

© Tammy

*** The first poetry for Poetry Wednesday 2017 is a spiritual contribution from my girl, Tammy. She is now on Wattpad, so you can follow her there. Hopefully, she’ll be joining us in the blogosphere! 😛