- From Setback to Setup: My Story
- The Heart of Country Music: A Love Story
- Here I Am
- Not My Will, But Yours
- Faith vs. Fiction: The Truth About Jesus
- The Prophecies of Jesus: Preparation for His Return
- The Unbroken Story of the Bible: 66 Books, One Message
- David & Goliath
- Defeating Darkness
- Look Up, My Girl
- Christmas Lights in Mustang
- To the Children No One Sees
- Conversations with God
- God & Gun Smoke
- First Spark
Category: Poetry
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At nineteen, I held a tiny handWhile whispers filled the room—They spoke of roads I’d never walkAnd futures sealed in gloom. They said my dreams were slipping fast,That life had veered off track,As if the love I carried closeWas something I should lack. But no one saw the quiet truthThat time would come to show—Some…
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She’d heard a thousand country songsOn dusty roads and summer drives,About wild hearts and steady loveAnd stories stitched to simple lives. But every tune would fade awayLike echoes drifting on the breeze—Until the day she met his smileAnd felt her heart fall into key. He was a sunrise on the fields,Strong and steady, warm and…
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I hear You, God.In the quiet.In the pull I can’t ignore.I don’t know what You’re planning —but I know it’s more. More than I feel ready for.More than I understand.More than this shaking in my chestor these trembling hands. You’ve been too good to me.Too kind when I ran.Too faithful in my failureto ever doubt…
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I’m sitting here in the stillness, quiet before Your throne,Laying down my heart, Lord, every plan I’ve known.I tell You, use me, shape me, however You choose,Not my will, not my way — I have nothing to lose. Holy Spirit, prepare me for all You will ask,For the hidden battles and the unseen task.Make me…
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You say faith is fiction,A myth passed down through fear,But history doesn’t trembleWhen the name of Jesus appears. Not a legend whispered loosely,Not a tale that fades with time—He split the calendar in two,Even skeptics mark His line. Born under Roman record,Crucified in public view,Tacitus wrote it, Josephus too—Not believers, yet they knew. A carpenter…
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Long before Bethlehem had a name,Before Rome raised a throne,Before a cross ever touched the sky—The story was already written. Born of a virgin — Isaiah said it.Born in Bethlehem — Micah called it.Betrayed for silver — Zechariah knew the price.Pierced hands.Broken body.Silent lamb before His killers —David saw it a thousand years before it…
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This book?It’s not just a book. It’s 66 books,written by 40 authors,over 1,500 years,on three continents —Asia, Africa, Europe —yet it tells one story with one voice. Kings wrote it.Shepherds wrote it.Prophets, prisoners, poets, fishermen.Different lives.Different languages.Different centuries. But somehow…the same message. That’s not coincidence.That’s coordination. From Genesis to Revelation,every page points forward —to a…
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He didn’t need the sword,Didn’t need the crown,Just a stone, a sling, and a faith that wouldn’t bow down. And when that stone flew through the air,It carried more than aim—It carried every prayer, every tear, every moment of pain. Because when God is on your side,Giants don’t stand a chance. Your giant might be…
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I see you, devil—don’t play pretend.You don’t get access. This is where it ends.Take your lies, your fear, your flame,Go back to hell—I know your game. You won’t touch my home, my blood, my name.You won’t rewrite purpose or hijack faith.I speak truth loud. I stand up tall.You only roar when you’re about to fall.…
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I remember when your feet were small,barely reaching pedals at all—a tiny girl on a tricycle seat,pushing the world with wobbly feet. Your laughter spilled across the yard,a melody soft, a rhythm unmarred;sun in your hair, dirt on your knees,you lived your days like gentle breeze. But time, my love, is quick and bold,and somehow…
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