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…stories and poetry to touch, teach, & turn the heart toward truth.


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Daddy’s Song

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O daddy loves you

Momma does too

O Alan Micah

How we love you

 

We love your smiles

And your blue eyes

Your gentle noises

And even your cries

 

O Alan Micah

Our little boy

Ours is a love

That none can destroy

 

Bigger and stronger

More handsome too

God made you special

And He loves you

 

Trust in the lord

With all of your heart

Honor His Word

And never depart

 

O Alan Micah

Our little boy

A gift from God

That fills us with joy

 

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The Pull Switch

Shuffling sideways, you slip silently between the wall and the refrigerator into a small room you never guessed was there. Reaching out by memory, you find a naked light hanging down, down from the twelve foot ceiling. Beside the socket—-where many a bulb has hung before—-there dangles a small pull switch.

Dirtied with grime by literal hands of time, this small switch holds a story all its own. How many fingers have reached up and blindly pulled it? How many eyes have been illuminated by the sudden light? How many stories could each hand tell, if hands could speak rather than touch?

Even here, the truths of history are whispered. Life is so much more than just right now. How we came to where we are speaks of where we are going. What we do with our lives will be remembered into the future. Not even the pull of a small bell-shaped light switch can escape the consequences of time.


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Where We Line Up in the Course of Things…

I am the microscopic speck in the smallest pore of the small rock.

The small rock is the incredible legacy of love created by those who have gone before me and live around me.

The larger rock is the faith on which we stand.

The bottom rock is the Cornerstone of our faith–the Lord Jesus Himself.

Everything else is the incredible universe He created in which we dwell.

What an incredibly insufficient analogy.

What an astoundingly perfect God!