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  • You Are Life Inside of Me

    You Are Life Inside of Me

    Psalm 1:3  paints a picture of a life rooted in God—steady, nourished, fruitful, and untouched by the shifting winds around it. Holiness here is not pressure; it is placement. It is the quiet strength that comes from being planted near the living water of God’s Word. This poem reflects that truth: that when we stay close to Him, His life becomes our life. His Spirit steadies us in storms, grows fruit in every season, and shapes us into people who carry His presence wherever we go. To be rooted in God is to be alive in the deepest way—and that is the promise of Psalm 1:3.

    Like a tree by the rivers of Your grace,
    rooted deep where Your living waters flow,
    in Your Word I find my resting place;
    in Your truth my spirit grows.

    Through the storms I will not be moved;
    Your voice is life within my soul.
    Every season You are faithful and true;
    Your Spirit makes the broken whole.

    I am planted, I am steady,
    by the river of Your love—
    evergreen and always ready,
    by the power from above.
    What I do is in Your presence,
    not by strength that comes from me;
    living water, flowing endless—
    You are life inside of me.

    Fruit is rising where Your light remains;
    peace and joy begin to grow.
    Patient love through trial and pain,
    self‑control in all I sow.

    I am planted, I am steady,
    by the river of Your love—
    evergreen and always ready,
    by the power from above.
    What I do is in Your presence,
    not by strength that comes from me;
    living water, flowing endless—
    You are life inside of me.

    I will call upon Your Spirit;
    You are near, You walk with me.
    All I have is from Your goodness;
    You are all I’ll ever need.
    I will trust You, I will follow;
    every word You speak is true.
    Rooted deeply in Your promise—
    Lord, I live my life in You.

    I am planted, I am steady,
    by the river of Your love—
    evergreen and always ready,
    by the power from above.
    What I do is in Your presence,
    not by strength that comes from me;
    living water, flowing endless—You are life inside of me.

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  • Day and Night I’ll Seek Your Face

    Day and Night I’ll Seek Your Face

    Psalm 1:1-2 reminds us that a blessed life isn’t built on circumstance, but on direction — on who we walk with, who we listen to, and where we choose to plant our roots. The world is loud, full of voices that promise much and deliver little, but the one who delights in the Lord’s Word finds a different kind of strength. A quiet strength. A rooted strength. This poem is simply a reflection of that truth: that blessing grows where obedience lives, and joy rises where the heart stays close to God. Day and night, His Word becomes our anchor, our compass, and our peace.

    Blessed is the one who walks with You,
     not turning to another voice,
    leaving all the noise behind—
    in Your wisdom, I rejoice.
    I won’t stand where shadows call
    or sit where hearts grow cold.
    I will follow in Your ways;
    I will trust what You have told.

    Day and night,
    I’ll seek Your face.
    In Your Word,
    I find my place.
    You’re the fountain, never dry—
    the reason I’m alive.
    I don’t need another way;
    I only want You to stay.
    In Your presence, I am blessed;
    You are all my righteousness.

    I am in this world, but not of it;
    You have set my heart apart.
    When the current pulls on me,
    You are steady, You are strong.
    There is nothing it can give
    that could ever satisfy.
    So I turn again to You—
    You alone will be my guide.

    Let my life become a light,
    shining out for all to see—
     not by walking in the dark,
    but by what You’ve done in me.
    I will go where lost ones are
    with a love that’s deep and true,
    but I won’t be shaped by sin;
    I’ll be formed and led by You.

    There is joy that will remain
    when the storm is closing in.
    There is peace that holds me fast
    when the battle starts within.
    In Your Word I find my rest;
     in Your Spirit, I am free.
     Every hour belongs to You—
    You are everything to me.

    Day and night,
    I’ll seek Your face.
    In Your Word,
    I find my place.
    You’re the fountain, never dry—
    the reason I’m alive.
    I don’t need another way;
    I only want You to stay.
    In Your presence, I am blessed;
    You are all my righteousness.

    Write it on my heart again;
    let it burn in me within.
    In the night and in the day,
    I will never walk away.
    Be a blessing today,
    be a blessing today.
    By Your love and by Your truth,
    let me walk in what You say.

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  • Worship & Wonder

    Worship & Wonder

    Introduction

    There are moments when words rise not from struggle, but from simple awe. These pieces come from that place — the quiet mornings, the lifted hands, the times when God’s goodness feels close enough to touch. Worship isn’t just something we offer; it’s the natural response of a heart that’s been met, healed, and held. In these pages, praise becomes its own kind of prayer, a way of remembering who He is and letting wonder do the rest. This is the devotional warmth of the book, the songs and reflections that breathe like modern Psalms and remind us that God is worthy, always.

  • Where the River Meets Mercy

    Where the River Meets Mercy

    Some stories carry more weight than a single heart should bear. This poem grew out of one of those stories — a young woman facing the loss of her baby and her husband on the same day, and two people who refused to let her face that valley alone. A pastor’s kid and a pastor, doing what faithful people have always done: showing up, staying close, and letting mercy do the quiet work only mercy can do. Where the River Meets Mercy is a picture of how grace threads its way through grief, how love steadies trembling hands, and how reconciliation sometimes begins in the darkest hours.Written: March 25, 2026

    Rain on the window, three a.m.,
    coffee gone cold in his trembling hands.
    Neon flickers on empty glass
    like time don’t care what just came to pass.
    There’s a house down the road where sorrow waits,
    where love sits still in a borrowed faith,
     and he knows where he should be.

    She sits by a crib in the quiet room
    with a heart full of hope and a coming gloom.
    A blanket pulled tight round a silent breath,
     a prayer rising up in the face of death.
    Two voices whisper down the hall,
    trying to stand but they start to fall—
    still love won’t let them go.

    Where the river meets mercy
    and the night runs deep,
    where the broken keep breathing
    though they can’t find sleep.
    Through the storm and the questions
    no answer can see,
    there’s a hand still reaching
    where the river meets mercy.

    Headlights cut through a curtain of rain—
    a second of life, then a world of pain.
    Shattered glass and a desperate cry,
    one soul standing there between life and goodbye. Knees in the mud, she won’t turn away;
    strength she don’t have finds her anyway,
    and heaven meets her there.

    Hospital lights and a cold hard line,
    law on one side, grace intertwined.
    Chains on a man who can’t even stand
    while mercy is breaking through trembling hands.
    A voice in the stillness, steady and low:
    “You don’t walk this valley alone anymore,”
    and something starts to give.

    Morning comes slow with a quiet tone.
    A soul slips free, and a child goes home.
    Two lives gone in the rising day—
    nothing on earth can explain it away.
    But somewhere beyond what we understand,
    love is still holding every hand,
    and it won’t let go.

    Where the river meets mercy
    and the night runs deep,
    where the broken are carried
    when they can’t stand on their feet.
    Through the storm and the sorrow,
    though we don’t always see,
    there’s a hand still reaching
    where the river meets mercy.

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  • Redemption & Reconciliation

    Some wounds don’t heal clean. Some stories don’t resolve neatly. But every now and then, grace shows up in the middle of the mess — not to erase the pain, but to stand with us while we walk through it. This section gathers the pieces born from those moments: the quiet reconciliations, the unexpected mercies, the long nights where love refuses to let go. These poems come from real valleys and real people, from hospital hallways and kitchen tables and the kind of heartbreak that makes you reach for God with trembling hands. Redemption doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers. Sometimes it arrives through the steady presence of someone who won’t leave. And sometimes it meets us right where the river runs deep.

  • Being Seen

    — Psalm 7:3–5 There are moments when the hardest thing to do is simply to tell the truth about ourselves. Not to defend, not to hide, not to pretend — just to stand in the light and let God see us as we are. Psalm 7 carries that spirit. It reminds us that being searched by the Lord isn’t meant to shame us, but to steady us, to call us home, and to free us from the weight we’ve been carrying alone. This piece is an honest prayer — the kind that says, “Look and see… I’m here,” trusting that the One who sees us fully is also the One who holds us without condemnation.

    If I have done this wrong,
    if my hands have missed the mark,
    I’ll open up the window
    and let the morning find the dark.
    I’m not hiding from Your eyes—
    I’m inviting honest light,
    so the buried things can grow
    in the safety of Your sight.

    Look and see — I’m here.
    Name it true — I’m near.
    If the weight is mine to carry,
    hold me while it’s clear.
    Willing to be seen fully,
    held, not condemned.

    Let the truth come sit beside me,
    not a judge to tear me down,
    but a friend who speaks it clearly
    where my feet have left the ground.
    There’s mercy in the mirror
    when I’m not facing it alone.
    This is not to crush me—
     this is how I’m called back home.

    Look and see — I’m here.
    Name it true — I’m near.
    If the weight is mine to carry,
    teach me while it’s clear.
    Willing to be seen fully,
    loved, not condemned.

    What if “I was wrong”
    became the doorway, not the end—
    confession without condemnation,
    where broken things can mend.

    So search me, not to shame me,
    but to call me to be whole.
    Not to tally up my failures,
    but to tend my wandering soul.
    I’m not perfect, but I’m present,
    and I’m never left alone.
    Be a blessing —
    that’s the fruit of hearts that can be known.

    Look and see — I’m here.
    Name it true — I’m near.
    If the weight is mine to carry,
    change me while it’s clear.
    Willing to be seen fully,
    free, not condemned.

    Reflection… Confession without condemnation. Be a blessing today.

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  • Carry Me Through

    — Psalm 6:4–5 There are seasons when prayer feels less like triumph and more like breathing through the ache. Psalm 6 is one of those places in Scripture where a weary heart reaches upward, not because it feels strong, but because it has nowhere else to go. Carry Me Through comes from that same place — the tired plea, the long silence, the trust that survives even when strength doesn’t. It’s a reminder that God meets us in the fragile spaces, holds us when we cannot stand, and carries us farther than our own resolve ever could. This is the cry of a soul that still believes, even with trembling hands.

    Turn to me, O Lord, I’m calling.
    Hear me in this fragile place.
    Every breath feels like a question,
    every step a need for grace.
    I have searched for strength within me,
    but it fades like morning dew.
    So I lift my voice to heaven—
    only You can carry me through.

    Feels like silence in the waiting,
    like You’re distant from my cry.
    But I know You reign above me,
    even when the days run dry.
    If I fall before Your healing,
    if this body gives away,
    who will rise and sing Your glory,
    who will stand and give You praise?

    Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
    Hold me in Your healing hand.
    By Your love, by Your grace—
    not by anything I do.
    Carry me through, my God.
    I’m depending all on You.

    Now I see beyond the shadow,
    past the fear of fading breath.
    There’s a life You’ve set before me,
    even in the face of death.
    To be with You is my future—
    still, I’ll walk while I remain.
    Let my life be filled with purpose;
    let my voice still praise Your name.

    There are hearts around me breaking,
    souls that ache for needed peace.
    Let me lift them up before You;
    let their suffering find release.
    In the trials of this life, Lord,
    be the strength we’re leaning through.
    Not just for me, but for my brother—
    carry him, Lord. Carry him too.

    Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
    Hold me in Your healing hand.
    By Your love, by Your grace—
     not by anything I do.
    Carry me through, my God.
    I’m depending all on You.

    In the night, You are near.
    In the pain, You are here.
    Every breath, every cry—
    You are holding every life.
    We will trust; we won’t fear.
    Through it all,
    we will see You are our eternity.

    Carry me through, when I cannot stand.
    Hold me in Your healing hand.
    By Your love, by Your grace—
    not by anything I do.
    Carry me through, my God.
    I’m depending all on You.

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  • Lament & Longing

    Introduction

    Some days faith feels like a quiet walk through deep water. You’re still moving, still believing, but every step carries a little ache. These pieces come from those moments — the tired prayers, the long nights, the honest confessions we don’t always say out loud. Lament isn’t weakness; it’s the place where longing teaches us to lean in, to wait, to trust that God hears even the heavy parts of our story. This section is where my own humanity shows, where hope and weariness sit side by side, and where the Lord meets us gently in the middle of both.

  • Rediscovering Love:

    A Reflection on Romans 5:9

    Romans 5:9 — “Having now been justified by His blood…” There was a time when I thought mostly in terms of what had to be paid. Now, I see more clearly what has been given. In Christ, we are not brought near reluctantly, but willingly. What separates is overcome— not by our effort, but by His love. “Nothing but the blood.”

    I once walked a road of tally marks,
    counting debts I thought were mine to carry.
    Every step felt weighted,
    as though the earth itself questioned my worth.
    I chased peace like a distant lantern,
    always just beyond reach,
    until Your light broke over me
    and showed that peace was never earned—
    only given.

    Now I see the world gentler.
    Grace is not a ledger,
    not a bill waiting to be paid,
    but a gift placed quietly in my hands.

    You drew me near without hesitation,
    without testing my resolve or measuring my failures.
    Your arms opened before I ever understood why,
    and love—unhurried, unafraid—
    closed the distance I could not cross.

    What once stood between us
    has fallen like old walls in a forgotten city.
    Every barrier I built,
    every fear that kept me outside,
    crumbled at the sound of Your welcome.
    Not by strength, not by proof,
    but by mercy reaching farther
    than my doubt ever dared.

    You called me closer.
    You made a way.
    And now I stand inside the grace
    I once tried so hard to deserve.
    I am not the same—
    hope has taken root where striving used to live.
    Your name is the ground beneath my feet,
    steady, unbroken.
    And so I say it again,
    with the quiet certainty of a soul made new:
    It was nothing but the blood,
    nothing but Your love,
    that carried me home,
    opened the way,
    and made this heart finally whole.

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  • Impartial Grace

    Introduction

    Grace has never been a reward for the polished or the strong. It’s the quiet way God steps toward us when we’re still sorting through our mess, still unsure, still halfway convinced we don’t deserve anything good. These pieces come from that place — the moments where His love shows up without conditions, without hesitation, and without keeping score. Impartial Grace is the story of a God who meets people exactly where they are, and stays with them long enough to make them new. This is the center of my calling, the heartbeat of every sermon I’ve preached: mercy first, mercy always, mercy for all.