FOLLOW JESUS ONLY

GOD, I CALL ON YOU ONLY.
OTHERS,
EVEN THOSE SUPPOSEDLY IN CHARGE,
DISAPPOINT,
ARE SURROUNDED
BY VERY SHARP,
RUSTY
BARBED WIRE.

I STILL HAVE
A BARBED WIRE SCAR
FROM THE FARM.
THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO,
SO I'M DONE TRYING TO GET THROUGH
TO YOU-KNOW-WHO
CUZ THAT WIRE BURNS.

LORD, IF THERE IS A DOOR,
HERE -
YOU
AND YOU ALONE
ARE JUST GONNA HAVE TO OPEN IT ON YOUR OWN,
TO WHISPER IN HIS EAR,
CUZ YOU HAVE ALREADY GIVEN
ME
THE VISION.
I'M FINISHED INTERRUPTING.

I'VE ALSO HAD A VERY SAD VISION
OF SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENING,
BUT I'M TRYING TO
SWEEP THAT ONE INTO THE CLOSET
FOR NOW.
I'M SORRY, GOD,
I'M PROMISE I'M NOT TRYING TO IGNORE YOU,
I JUST NEED TO PUT IT IN THE BACK,
WHERE IT'S HARD TO SEE CUZ OF ALL THE DUST,
BOXES
AND THINGS.
IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T TRUST YOU,
IT'S JUST THAT I'M JUST WAY TOO WEAK 
AT THIS PARTICULAR POINT IN TIME.
I'M ALREADY SHATTERED BY EVERYTHING
THAT HAS HAPPENED.
DO I NEED TO BE SHATTERED MORE?
WHAT ARE YOU MAKING?
CAN I  JUST HAVE A GLIMPSE
SO SOMEHOW THIS CAN ALL MAKE SENSE?
JUST A PEEK?
PLEASE?

ARE THERE OTHERS OUT THERE
WHO FEEL AS IF THEY ARE IN A FOG,
FOLLOWING JESUS
AND STAYING ON THE PATH,
YET ALL YOU SEE
ARE LIGHTS AT YOUR FEET?
I GUESS THIS MURKINESS
HAPPENS A LOT
WHEN YOU KEEP A HOLD
OF JESUS' HAND
AND FOLLOW ONLY HIS PATH.
WALK BY FAITH.
DO WHAT IS RIGHT
IN GOD'S EYES.

BUT I HURT SO DEEPLY LORD,
BECAUSE I DO STILL CARE,
IT DOES STILL HURT
I MEAN,
HE DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE MY NAME.
I'M HIS BROTHER'S DAUGHTER.
WHAT DID I DO?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

YET I HAPPEN TO HAVE A SECRET WEAPON:
I HAVE
MY
WONDERFUL
SELECT
RELATIVES
THAT MATTER.
AND, ON TOP OF THAT,
THEY ARE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS
IN THE LORD.

SO, NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE,
AND MOST ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM
AT MY LOWEST,
I SHALL CONTINUE TO FOLLOW
YOUR PATH LORD,
AND WRITE POEMS.

EVEN IF IT'S
ABOUT THE STUFF THAT HAPPENED TO ME
VERY RECENTLY
AND FELT, TO ME,
WAS CONDONED
BY A LEADER.
SILLY ME,
I HAD THE IMPRESSION
BY HIS NAME TAG
THAT HE WAS THERE TO HELP.
(JUST A LITTLE IDEA HERE:
IT MIGHT HELP YOU AS
LEADERS
SO TO SPEAK
IF YOU COULD POSSIBLY MAKE AVAILABLE
NAME TAGS FOR ALL OF US OTHERS
THAT ARE NOT IN CHARGE
AS WELL.
THEN
YOU WOULD HAVE
NO EXCUSE IF I WORE ONE
NOT TO REMEMBER
THAT MY NAME IS 
SHERRIE.
I DON'T REALLY LIKE TO WEAR
NAME TAGS REALLY,
THOUGH,
CUZ IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL
AS IF I'M BEING LABELED.
(WELL, IN ACTUALITY, I AM.)

JUST MAYBE
IF YOU HAD EVER TAKEN A MINUTE OR TWO
OUT OF YOUR VERY BUSY CHURCH LEADER TIME
TO READ ANY OF MY POETRY
THAT I, FOR THE RECORD,
DO NOT INTENTIONALLY TRY TO RHYME
(IT JUST COMES OUT THAT WAY. K?)
YOU MIGHT JUST KNOW NOT ONLY
WHAT A FREE SPIRIT I AM
BUT I LOVE MY LORD JESUS CHRIST
AS MUCH AS I CAN.
HE IS MY DADDY,
HE IS MY BEST FRIEND.
BUT, THAT'S REALLY NOT OKAY
THAT YOU HAVE NOT TAKEN THE TIME
TO READY ANYTHING I'VE EVER WRITTEN,
BECAUSE I REMEMBER
ASKING YOU ON MANY OCCASIONS
TO JUST TAKE A SEC AND PLEASE READ
ONE OF MY POEMS.


HEY,
IT'S NOT OKAY,,
BUT
JOIN THE CLUB,
CUZ I BELIEVE MOST OF MY BLOOD RELATIVES
HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING I'VE EVER WRITTEN,
EITHER,
EVEN THE ONE I WON A TROPHY FOR IN THE FIRST
GRADE.
IT WAS CALLED 'HOW LONG IS A BIRD'S WING?'


I THANK YOU JESUS
THAT
I AM NO LONGER GOING TO THIS CHURCH
JUST BECAUSE I WISH TO HEAR
FROM THIS PARTICULAR BARBED-WIRE MAN
WHO SEEMS TO BE 
TO-THE-MAX 
BODY-GUARDED.
IT SADDENS ME,
BECAUSE I USED TO REALLY ADMIRE HIM
AND HIS OPINIONS.

I AM NOW GOING TO THIS
MEGA CHURCH NOW
BECAUSE I AM MAKING
FRIENDS,
BECAUSE THE USHERS ARE SO HELPFUL
TO ME
AND MY DISABILITY,
AND CALL ME SISTER.
THERE ARE ALTER CALLS,
MONTHLY COMMUNION,
AND (DARE I LET MY PENTECOSTAL SIDE SLIP?
WHAT THE H E DOUBLE HOCKY STICKS?)
ACTUALLY PRAY AND LAY HANDS ON
THEIR ILL SISTERS AND BROTHERS
AND WHOMEVER NEEDS PRAYER,
EVEN ME.

SO, NO MATTER THIS BARB-WIRED
GUARDED
LEADER,
I SHALL CONTINUE ON GOD'S PATH FOR ME:

WRITING POETRY.
THAT,
FOR SOME REASON ONLY JESUS KNOWS,
PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY,
EVEN,
I AM VERY HAPPY TO SAY,
SOME OF MY BLOOD FAMILY.

I CORINTHIANS 1:10-17

A CHURCH DIVIDED OVER LEADERS

DESPERATE FOR HELP (UPDATED AND NOW ON YOUTUBE)

SO, HERE'S THE THING, MY SWEET JESUS --
YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH
FOREVER, IT SEEMS,
BOTH PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY YET AGAIN.

I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME,
ENCOURAGES,
CALMS
AND STRENGTHENS ME
WHEN I LISTEN TO SONGS ABOUT YOU, MY SWEET JESUS,
SING ALONG IN WORSHIP,
ALL THE TIME PRAYING, CRYING
(WELL, CRYING'S A GIVEN)
AND MEMORIZING YOUR WORD,
(WOMEN KNOW HOW TO MULTI-TASK)
AND, AS INSTRUCTED,
WRITE YOUR WORDS ON MY HEART,
ADDRESS NOT NECESSARILY INCLUDED.
I BELIEVE I'M ON THE PATH
YOU HAVE SET BEFORE ME,
YOU, MY SWEET JESUS, ALONE.
THEN, SUDDENLY,
JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE SUPPOSEDLY IN CHARGE 
TELLS ME, NOPE, I'M NOT DOING WHAT IS RIGHT,
EVEN THOUGH I TRY TO TELL HIM WHY.
HE SAYS TO ME, "TAKE THIS DETOUR, SISTER,
O, AND YES,
STUDY DIFFERENT SCRIPTURE."
TO BE HONEST, I DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND.
BUT, IF IT HELPS, I PROMISE I WILL SPEND 
A FEW MINUTES STUDYING THE BOOK OF EPHESIANS.
AND OF COURSE,
IF YOU SAY SO 'CUZ YOU KNOW
SO MUCH ABOUT MY DAY-TO-DAY-LIFE,
MEMORIZE THE "RIGHT" SCRIPTURE.
HONESTLY, THOUGH,
TO MY SILLY EYES,
WHAT YOU HAVE ORDERED ME TO DO
HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO 
WITH THIS PATH
I'VE BEEN ON FOR OVER A DECADE NOW.
YOU KNOW,
THE ONE MY SWEETJESUS HAS SET BEFORE ME?
AND, STAYING ON THIS PATH
AND PRAYING
UNCEASINGLY
FOREVER?
GUESS WHAT?
MY DEEPEST PRAYERS
ARE BEING ANSWERED WITH THE RETURN
OF MY SWEET DAUGHTER.

JUST TRYING TO FOLLOW HIS WORD.
BUT I GUESS IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT I'M BEING HURT.
I DON'T JUST WALK HIS PATH
THAT HE SET BEFORE ME LONG AGO,
EVEN BEFORE I WAS EVEN BORN,
TO TAKE MY TIME AWAY
FROM YOU, MY SWEET JESUS.
I DON'T WANT TO TURN MY ATTENTION
AGAIN
TO TELEVISION.
EVEN THOUGH I LIKE A CERTAIN SERIES
DOESN'T MEAN IT WILL HELP ME SPIRITUALLY.
ONLY SPENDING AS MUCH TIME AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE,
TAKING INTO CONSIDERATION
MY CURRENT PHYSICAL CONDITION,
WITH MY SWEET JESUS
CAN GIVE ME THE HELP I SO DESPERATELY NEED.
MY SWEET JESUS,
I LONG TO KNOW YOUR WORD MORE.
I WANT TO SPEND TIME TALKING TO YOU.
I WANT TO PLANT AS MANY SEEDS AS I CAN.
(AFTER ALL, I AM THE GRANDDAUGHTER
OF A COTTON FARMER).
AND, EVEN THOUGH IT HASN'T HAPPENED YET,
I WILL NOT GIVE UP
ON ASKING YOU TO HOLD MY HAND
AND TAKE ME THROUGH A WALK IN YOUR
BEAUTIFUL GARDEN.
HOW SWEET YOU ARE, JESUS,
TO TAKE SUCH A SHY NOT TO MENTION SENSITIVE GIRL
AND TURN HER INTO ME.
THESE SIMPLE WORDS I WRITE, AS I HAVE SAID BEFORE,
THAT COME FROM YOU,
HAVE BEEN READ, 
WONDERFULLY,
UNPREDICTABLY,
NOT JUST ALL OVER THIS COUNTRY,
BUT ALL OVER THE GLOBE.
I JUST PRAY
I HAVE PLANTED AT LEAST ONE SEED,
LOVINGLY.
AS IT IS WRITTEN IN YOUR WORD,
YOU TAKE THE WEAK, JESUS, TO SHAME THE STRONG.

PS:  COULD SOMEONE PLEASE TURN ONE OF MY POEMS INTO A SONG?

PSALM 84:10

BETTER IS ONE DAY IN YOUR COURTS

THAN A THOUSAND ELSEWHERE.

PSALM 35:4

MAY THOSE WHO SEEK MY LIFE BE DISGRACED AND PUT TO SHAME; MAY THOSE WHO PLOT MY RUIN BE TURNED BACK IN DISMAY.

PSALM 34:18

THE LORD IS CLOSE TO THE BROKENHEARTED AND SAVES THOSE WHO ARE CRUSHED IN SPIRIT.

HANDLE WITH CARE

PSALM 34:18 - THE LORD IS CLOSE TO THE BROKENHEARTED AND SAVES THOSE WHO ARE CRUSHED IN SPIRIT.

NOPE, DON'T HAVE A DEGREE
IN THEOLOGY.
BORN AND BRED
SOUTHERN BAPTIST,
MA'AM.
IF WE HAD TEN VISITORS
SUNDAY MORNING
GRANDPA WOULD BE OVERJOYED,
WHICH MEANT
NO SWITCHES.
BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN
GRANDPA'S ATTENTION
WASN'T DRAWN TO ME
JUST AT DINNER TIME,
JUST AS EVERYONE WAS SEATED.
I WAS ALWAYS SHAKING IN MY SEAT
AND PRAYING SILENTLY
THAT GRANDPA WOULDN'T PICK ME
TO PRAY
OVER SUPPER
OUT LOUD
IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE.
BUT,
OF COURSE,
HE WOULD,
AS IF IT WAS SOME SORT OF
PUNISHMENT.

BUT, MAKE NO MISTAKE,
I KNOW GOD'S WORD,
MOST LIKELY, THOUGH,
NOT AS WELL AS I SHOULD.
THAT'S WHY I STUDY THE BIBLE
EVERY DAY.
OK.
I TAKE THE OCCASIONAL BREAK.
BUT WHEN I DO,
I FEEL AS IF MY HEART IS DRAINING.

STARTING WHAT I CALL MY
'GOD IMMERSION PROGRAM'
IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS 
EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
TRY IT SOMETIME. 
I DARE YOU.
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE.
IN FACT,
I BET,
METAPHORICALLY.
(I CAN'T BET, REALLY, CUZ I'M A GODLY WOMAN,
AND I
99.9% OF THE TIME
NEVER TRY TO RHYME.)
YOU WILL WIN.
JUST ONE DAY.
FOR ME?
PLEASE?
JUST LIE IN BED.
NO PHYSICAL EXERCISE REQUIRED.

THESE ARE THE BASIC INSTRUCTIONS:

AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP,
WHATEVER TIME THAT MAY BE,
THE VERY FIRST THING YOU NEED TO DO 
IS 
PUT ON SOME VERY COMFY CLOTHES
(OR JUST STAY IN YOUR PJs),
THEN PUT ON SOME VERY COOL 
COMFY
HIPPY
HEADPHONES
AND LISTEN TO PRAISE AND WORSHIP MUSIC,
(YOU CAN DOWNLOAD THE STATION FOR FREE).
SINGING ALONG
PRAISING AND PRAYING
UNCEASINGLY.
DON'T WORRY.
TO GOD, EVEN MY VOICE IS SWEET
TO OUR CREATOR'S EARS.
THEN, MAYBE, AS I VERY FREQUENTLY
AM LED TO DO,
MAKE SOME NOTES
IF YOU ARE LED TO DO SO TOO.



THIS PRAISE AND WORSHIP TIME,
FOR ME,
USUALLY, GOD WILLING,
INSPIRES A POEM.
AND THERE MAY BE THE OCCASIONAL TIME
THAT A SUNDAY SERMON MAY CLICK
SOMETHING IN MY MIND.

AND IF YOU CAN GET INTO
PRAISING OUR LORD FREELY,
THEN TWO OR THREE HOURS
WILL PASS BY
EXACTLY LIKE THE BLINK OF SOMEONE'S EYE.




HEY,
WHEN I'M SPENDING TIME WITH
MY BEST FRIEND EVER,
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS.
I KNOW HE LOVES ME
AND I LOVE HIM.
I CANNOT SAY ENOUGH
ABOUT GOD'S AGAPE LOVE.
HE LOVES ME WHEN I FEEL AS IF NO ONE ELSE DOES.
HE IS THE ONLY ONE I CAN GO TO
WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS AROUND.

THEN,
IF AND ONLY IF I AM INSPIRED,
I WRITE.

AND I ALWAYS PRAY 
BEFORE I PUT PEN TO PAPER,
SO TO SPEAK,
THAT I CAN SOMEHOW WITH MY SIMPLE WORDS 
HELP 
SOMEONE,
ANYONE
OUT THERE IN THIS
BIG
SIN FILLED WORLD THAT IS NOT MY HOME,
THAT I IN KNOW WAY,
SHAPE OR FORM,
BELONG.

I TRY.
AND PRAY.
AND CRY.
AND TRY SOME MORE,
AND CRY SOME MORE,
MOST TIMES FEELING 
AS IF
I AM THE ONLY ONE
SUFFERING.
I JUST BELIEVE THAT
NO ONE I KNOW
UNDERSTANDS
THE PAIN.
EXCEPT FOR JESUS.

I NEEDED HELP,
OBVIOUSLY,
YESTERDAY,
SO I  CAME TO YOU,
AS I WAS INSTRUCTED TO,
AND, TO ME, SURPRISINGLY,
YOU DIDN'T REMEMBER MY NAME.
NO WORRIES, THAT HAS HAPPENED
THROUGHOUT MY LIFETIME.
INVISIBLE ME.

OK. PITY PARTY OVER.

SO I DON'T KNOW YOU WELL,
BUT THE BIBLE TELLS ME TO COME TO MY ELDERS
IF I'M IN SOME SORT OF TROUBLE
AND HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO WHERE ELSE TO GO.

GOING BACK TO THIS NAME THING.
IT'S QUITE EASY TO SEE THAT I HAVE A DISABILITY.
IF THE CRUTCHES 
OR WHEELCHAIR 
DIDN'T GIVE 
YOU A CLUE,
GIVE IT AWAY,
THEN HOW ABOUT THE HUMUNGOUS BRACE 
ON MY LEG?
AND YOU ARE IN CHARGE, SO TO SPEAK,
OR SO I THOUGHT.
I KNOW I HAVEN'T BEEN GOING THERE FOR
A VERY LONG TIME,
BUT GIVE ME A BREAK.
IT HAPPENS TO BE
A TAD HARD,
IF YOU HAVE YET TO NOTICE,
FOR ME TO GET AROUND.
AND NOT TO TOUT MY DISABILITY,
BECAUSE I GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY,
AND I KNOW THIS PLACE IS WHAT IS EXPLAINED
AS A MEGA CHURCH.
AND, QUITE HONESTLY,
I HAVE NOT SEEN MANY OTHER
WOMEN QUITE LIKE ME.
BUT, AS I'VE JUST MENTIONED,
I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION
THAT YOU WERE A LEADER THERE,
SO, I APOLOGIZE
BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT
TO BE HELD BACK FROM THE ALTER,
IN OTHER WORDS,
PRAYER.

ACTUALLY WE HAVE MET
ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS.
AT FIRST, YOU AND THAT OTHER GUY
SEEMED TO BE EXCITED
THAT I HAVE A CHRISTIAN BLOG
WHERE I SHARE MY CHRISTIAN POETRY.
BUT, PLEASE BE HONEST HERE -
HAVE YOU EVEN TAKEN THE TIME
TO READ ANY?
DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I WRITE ABOUT -
THE PAINFULNESS ASSOCIATED 
WITH MY ENTIRE LIFE?

SO TODAY I AM FEELING QUITE DOWN
JUST BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT REMEMBER
MY NAME.
BUT WHAT'S NEW?
WHY SHOULD YOU?
IT'S JUST ME,
A CHRISTIAN WOMAN
WHO TRIES TO HELP OTHERS
WHO HAVE OR ARE GOING THROUGH
ANY KIND OF PAIN WHATSOEVER.
BECAUSE I UNDERSTAND.
AND I KNOW THAT JESUS
UNDERSTANDS
MORE THAN ANY BEING.

SO, WHETHER OR NOT 
YOU CAN REMEMBER MY NAME
(SHERRIE)
OR THAT I HAVE A WORLDWIDE-READ BLOG
WHERE I WRITE CHRISTIAN POETRY
OR THAT, TO MY HAPPY SURPRISE,
SOMEONE IN A COUNTRY WHERE
OF WHICH I HAVE NEVER EVEN HEARD
(SORRY OMAN)
READ WHAT I WRITE,
MY NAME IS SHERRIE SCHREIBER
AND I WRITE CHRISTIAN POETRY.
THEN,
ONLY THROUGH GOD,
I GET INTO THE 1040 WINDOW.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I DON'T THINK I'M THAT GREAT.
I JUST WRITE WHAT THE LORD GIVES ME.
I'M NOT IN CHARGE.


I WOULD APPRECIATE A SMALL FAVOR, THOUGH,
IF I AM THERE AGAIN,
THAT YOU TRY TO REMEMBER
MY NAME?
IF I AM THERE,
I AM THE ONE EITHER IN A WHEELCHAIR
OR ON CRUTCHES WITH A VERY LARGE BRACE
ON MY LEG.

AND MUST I STILL PAINT ON A HAPPY FACE
SO YOU DON'T SEE THE SCREAMING
BEAMING
SCREAMING FOR HELP
PAIN
IN MY EYES?
O, AND YES,
LEST I FORGET,
MY BLEEDING HEART
I SO CAREFULLY TRY TO WRAP IN GAUZE?


I DON'T DESERVE FORGIVENESS.
I AM NOT SAYING I AM THIS 
AWESOME CHRISTIAN WOMAN.

OK.
SO, ONE OF THE INTERESTING
(DARE I CALL IT SURPRISING?)
THINGS
ABOUT SPENDING SO MUCH TIME WITH MY KING
IS THE MORE TIME I SPEND TIME WITH HIM,
THE MORE I STUDY AND WRITE HIS WORDS
ON MY HEART,
NOT TO MENTION
THE AGONIZING CHORE
OF BINDING THEM ON MY FINGERS AS WELL,
THE MORE I
GRASP
THE FACT
THAT I DESIRE TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE,
JUST JESUS AND ME.
THERE IS NOT HAVE ENOUGH TIME
LEFT ON THIS WORLD.
BUT I WILL DO MY BEST,
WRITE THE TRUTH,
BECAUSE,
REMEMBER,
I HAVE ETERNITY
TO PRAISE
THE ONLY ONE
WHO REALLY LOVES ME.
JESUS.

AND, PS:
I AM A DAUGHTER OF THE MOST HIGH KING.
I AM FRAGILE, SO HANDLE WITH CARE.

PROVERBS 7:2-4 - KEEP MY COMMANDS AND YOU WILL LIVE; GUARD MY TEACHINGS AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE. BIND THEM ON YOUR FINGERS; WRITE THEM ON THE TABLET OF YOUR HEART. SAY TO WISDOM, "YOU ARE MY SISTER," AND TO INSIGHT, "YOU ARE MY RELATIVE.

BEAM ME UP JESUS, PLEASE

Sticks and stones,
yes,
would most likely break my bones.
And despite what you may have thought
or heard of me,
just because my body doesn't work correctly,
that does not, in any way,
shape
or form
affect my mind.
But as for words
that have been thrown
in my particular direction,
they have been known
to crack and even sometimes,
yes,
shatter
my soul.

It took me so long
to find this Sunshine
that was buried so deeply inside.
You know,
you remember don't you?
Shall I give you a hint?
The one that was knit together 
in my mother's womb?

This budding poet
had been locked in the dark 
spiders everywhere
closet
it seemed to her, forever.
And when she was finally released,
when she could breath the sweet air,
she spread her wings
and flied
for the very first time.
It was tricky at first,
cuz she had been locked in the closet
for so very long,
and she wasn't used to the bright light
shining in her face,
not to mention she had no idea how to use
these suddenly-sprouted cool wings.
She couldn't find any instruction booklet
in which to refer.
O, wait, there it was -
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth.

Well, have you ever tried to fly
for the very first time?
And that big bright ball in the sky
hurt her eyes at first.
She didn't even know what it was
or what it was named.
She only knew that,
for some reason or other,
they called her Sunshine.
So she must have been made to fly
in the fresh sunny air
outside.

I'm sure they regret
unlocking that door
because I've shined God's light
all over.

I have told the truth,
even when it hurts me
and makes me cry.

So, as long as this is my path
and it brings God glory
and continues,
somehow,
to spread all over the globe,
and if one little word I write
can touch a heart
in some faraway land
of which I have never heard;
if I can plant a seed,
do my part,
that puts a smile 
on this scarred and shattered
heart.

Except for one more thing:
Take it from me.
Please don't wait until you are sixty
to trust in God.
None of us is promised tomorrow. 
But if you want, you can have eternity.

Take my advice,
spread your wings
and follow the light
that Jesus has set at your feet.
Don't take any detours,
be careful of the bumps,
don't rest on that fence,
stay on course
so you can find your way home
where you belong.

PSALM 119:19

I AM A STRANGER ON THIS EARTH.