I am far, from perfect and hurt like heck as well at times.

I suffer from depression and anxiety keeps me down.

I have my share of struggles and feel lonely quite a bit.

I many of times lost my way upon the road that God lead me.

I still though see Christ leading me on a new path here.

I still see him working within me and building me up too.

I still am feeling him strengthening me up every single day.

I still feel him Healing me of depression and anxiety too.

So just because I have my faults here, on the earth.

Don’t count Christ out, because he never gives up on us.

But he keeps chasing us, even when we are ready to give up.

Because he is a Faithful Creator whom loves us very much.

Accept all that I have to give to you everything that I am.

To you the Healer of healers, I give you everything within me.

Accept it use it, for your Glory Heal me of everything evil.

For you are the Miracle-Maker, the Lover of my Soul too.

I fall upon my Face, asking for your Forgiveness and Love.

So heal me of all of this here wickness deep within me Lord.

Use me to reach out to those whom feel undeemable by you.

So that they shall realize that you are the Saver of the Lost.

That you save those that are Lost and those that are Broken.

Some friends of mine
lost their daughter's fresh beauty
Others, a young son's raw courage
I say lost, but not lost as key or coin
They know where to find them
Neath headstones, marking graves

Each day awake, living, not to forget
The one who rests the sleep of dead
The life, the light, to grasp upon in
Our ancient lives, hard paths to come
As end of days, were to come near
Instead, in old age, in shadows live

Lost in sight, yet never lost to mind
Such weight to bear in life remaining
Why does such fate arise while alive
Hope on hope in selfish thought
Never, oh never, my birthed loves
To first part, cruel world, for paradise

Life, has sure tragedy, one must bear
No head bowed or knees fallen in
humble request for answered prayers
Although prayers are what saves best
Those lost in life, in loss of their own
As who would know best, than him

©  2017 Jim Davis

Greed the **** of Lust stands before her with an outstretched hand and ask

"Where is my currency?"

Lust reached into her pocket and gave Greed the gold bills.

"Greed you act like you don't trust me" said Lust.

"Lust you are my wife and the ***** who I ****.  We are a couple that were wedded in darkness.  Trust you?  I do but not a hundred percent.  I'm all about wealth and power and you're attracted to wealth and power.  You're going to be taking a shower in wealth and power" said Greed.

"I'm going to see to it that you keep your word Greed.  We may have been wedded in darkness but we are still husband and wife.  You're great with currency and I see your willingness to obtain your goals.  You promised to put power in my hands and lay riches at my feet.  Remember that" said Lust.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

The wise know where a hero stands--
upon the shoulders of another man.
Or a woman. Truth be told,
there’s more to legends than what we’re sold.
There’s a legion behind every famous one:
Footsoldiers, workers, slogging from sun to sun.
They build the movement that changes history--
collective action—not Him; it’s We.
Or the art, or invention, of ground-breaking power,
from a  “genius” who above us does tower.
His inspiration is the work of others,
connected souls-- sisters and brothers.
Each weaves a strand of the magic thread.
From hundreds of others the genius is fed.
He finishes work with skillful design,
then sometimes falsely claims “it’s mine.”