What if there were no god to whom would we pray? Where would you go when trouble comes to call? Would many people even miss god at all? Perhaps little by little this is happening anyway. Perhaps there is no God because we are driving him away.

On Bended Knees with tearful eyes in a quiet lonely place, a broken soul soundly pleads asking for heaven's Grace. The wounding is deep and the pain will not go away. The world does not understand ,or does it even care. Yet when the silent prayer reaches heaven, it is a thundering echo there. Before the throne of God Satan trembels in fear as the gates of hell are rattled buy simple silent prayer.

Sheets of paper lay on a desk and a pen lays beside them. Letters that needed to be written, that now never will. Weeds grow in a garden, but they will not be pulled up. Dust has collected on a window seal, but it will not be wiped off. Many a mundane thing shall be left undone. Time has become short and what seemed important no longer is. In a worn-out pair of shoes, I have Journeys that I must make. I'm not sure that I will finish them, I do not know how much time it will take. Instead of sitting idly in a rocking chair, I now must hurry up. The sun will soon be setting, and I'm not sure that's time enough. To reconcile certain things, to mend fences and quell strife. The things for which I thought there was enough time, now may just be part of an unfinished Life.

We all breathe the same air. We all live under the same Sun. We are all of One race, the human race. We all eat we all sleep, and we all hope and dream. So what sets us apart, what causes us to be divided? Why does one person think they're entitled to more than another? Why do some have too much and some not enough? Why can't we set aside our differences, and realize we are the same. We all have needs and they must be met. We all want to be safe, but that hasn't happened yet. If we could simply speak one language, the language of caring for one another, then every stranger would be your sister and every stranger a brother. Until that day does come, we should continue to live apart. Divided yet coexisting, on the same planet we all call home.

Pierced and nailed to a tree, the most precious blood that there will ever be ran down to earth. Many looked and ask why this must be, but the blood must flow you see. Upon the alter was placed a perfect lamb, without spot or blemish was the son of man. When the sacrifice was made sin knew it had to go. The powers of hell were shaken salvation was given. So though it may seem like an awful fate for salvations sake, let the blood of the lamb flow.

On a cold and bleak morning the crowed gathered to Jeer. They did not want the innocent but the guilty to be set free. Though not long ago, they had wondered at his miracles, for now this is how it must be. Set free the murderer and hang the innocent on a tree. Beaten wounded and battered, he gave up his life for you and me. Then hanging on a rugged cross, the innocent carpenter built one last thing. He took the rough boards and 3 nails of the cross and made a bridge between God and man.

The sun shines on the grass and trees. The flowers bloom and the birds sing. Yet all I can do is be somber and weep for there is no joy for me. While others are relishing in the warmth of a Mid Summers day, I am nursing a broken heart and cannot find much joy. I weep morning noon and night, my soul torn to shreds by you. So while you are off enjoying a tropical paradise, I will be here weeping the tears of summer because you left me so empty and alone.