A Sunday Shooting

This poem was written Sunday Oct 2 before I heard of the Las Vegas shooter. It is not about the shooting in Las Vegas but about what happens in spiritual space when we gather in our churches to WORSHIP on Sunday. Satan becomes an indiscriminate destroyer of a distracted crowd.

Sunday Shooting ( a poem)

No need for guns no need for missiles

Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!

Oh Lord , Our Lord

sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!

Cauterize our culture

kill what we horde

Sunday morn we enter in the precious door

holding free tickets as we hope with hope for more

Maybe something will lift our loud silence

a Song, a Shout, a Word without violence….

A peace from breaking pieces, a gathering for the Son

A place from the places where Satan steals our fun

No need for guns no need for missiles

Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!

Oh Lord , Our Lord

sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!

Cauterize our culture

kill dreams we horde

Surely here we have no need for missles and guns

As our band prepares to kill all our bored humdrums.

Empty yet rich we always offer change from our jar

and dream days not as now, but brilliantly afar

our jeans and leggings dance both free and tight.

hands hallowed raise our waving rite.

No need for guns no need for missiles

Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!

Oh Lord , Our Lord

sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!

Cauterize our culture

kill sins we horde

Your bishop ,he warned us to not be unaware.

Yet ,distracted ,our gaze goes here and there

Till one so small slithers invited on our scene.

Trailing grass from A garden where he first did glean.

Hell without hands he cocks missle and gun.

Loading venge filled bullet for both dead and undone.

No need for guns no need for missiles

Raise the Sickle to harvest the wheat and thistles!

Oh Lord , Our Lord

sharpen Your knife ,draw Your sword!

Cauterize our culture

kill self we horde

Who crouches in the windows above the scene?

And rapid fires these bullets to destroy God’s redeemed?

While one shoots back with a word from above

And minstrels sing a muted song about Everlasting Love.

Likewise the door of heaven swings to receive this earths Cry

Of those few and bended singing

Mercy! Mercy from the Most High”!

As He ,the One of the One, saddles Donkey and Horse

With Wind and Water, We feel the move of His Force

boldly He barrels to the certain and few

commanding “NOW bread  NOW wine to all Satan slew!

He Speaks:

There is no need for guns or for these missals
I AM the sickle and harvest both wheat and thistles
I AM  sharper than any of your knives or sword
And I pull angel armies from on high downward

I lift every soul as it drops to the floor . . .

And I quicken , I gather , saying mine and mine ,forevermore’!”

Post note:

Every Sunday If our eyes are not on Him and Him alone , we become a casualty…….

Even in church . In essence we are a casualty  whenever we take our worship casually. In these moments, we are a wide target for Satan. He takes opportunity to shoot  at  our faith leaving us weak wounded  unbelieving hypocrits.

It has happened to us all. Parched wounded dying from thirst we can barely pray.

Strangely, after reading this a week later, I could see that the shooter in Las Vegas and the Enemy have much in common …the same way of operating. The tragedy felt ,in my soul ,like a picture of an invisible spiritual reality.

In as much as we recognize that there are evil people, we must recognize there is an Evil One, the Devil. And , in as much as we recognize that an evil person can invade an area without our knowing so, we must recognize that the Father of Evil tries to get into every good place. Even church.  

It may seem we are as helpless as the victims in Las Vegas. And were it not for Jesus in us  and the Holy Spirit for us we are victims!.

But true Worship is the rise of the voice of the Son in Us by the power of the Holy Spirit. He who is Our Praise is  Jesus and the Joy of our praise is the Spirit.Together, United with Chist in us , the Spirit moving us,  is the FAthers Greatest Praise!  May The Bride , The Church , Take time before Sunday to see how this Beautiful Saviour Stands ready to release all of Heaven to purify us as we worship.

Behold, How He comes when we stand at His door singing of Him to Him for Him and through Him !In this moment …..

Sunday worship , despite the Enemy attacks, there remains the greatest concert of our worship. God delights to send His Spirit and all of heaven to join a church looking to its Head ! While our hearts and hands and heads are up , the Father releases armies upon armies of angels.

These angels not only sing but fight to fight for us to sing with them ! Perhaps they are singing our songs as they fight for Jesus’s Bride.

And without ceasing,in prayer and worship may we be one in praying for the victims in Vegas . May we pray and praise our Father in Heaven as He works against this tragedy that interrupted a concert. May we be certain the Perfect concert awaits In heaven through His Son Jesus.

So He explained. “The farmer who sows the pure seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world, the pure seeds are subjects of the kingdom, the thistles are subjects of the Devil, and the enemy who sows them is the Devil. The harvest is the end of the age, the curtain of history. The harvest hands are angels.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭13:37-39‬ ‭MSG‬‬


“in order that Satan might not outwit us. For we are not unaware of his schemes.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭2:11‬ ‭BOOKS‬‬


“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from Godʼs sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”

‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭4:12-13‬ ‭BOOKS‬‬


The Cup Within

I worked so hard to wash  this cup

This vessel The Father might use

I worked to make it right and clean

Readying it to go receive and glean

Full ,  I wrote and rote all your Word

So my lips might pour out all I heard

And all my doing might put me in places

Where I might see all their turning faces

But Woe to me when you came in the room

Your glory has shattered all that I presume

And you have broken  me down from heart to knee

Till I see nothing clean but you IN Me.

1.Matthew 23:25 “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess. Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also.”

2, Collosians 1:26-27 the mystery hidden for ages and generations but now revealed to his saints. To them God chose to make known how great among the Gentiles are the riches of the glory of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.”



Photo by Rita Atkinson

How bright the morning behind the moon..

How darkness drenced death will vanish soon

As You  hover like a halo around all that’s crying

Encircling  Your LOVE around the quick and dying 

Oh Sun of Moon 


With every orbiting  evil 

Your Glory shines forth Gods Plan 

1. “For it is you who light my lamp; the Lord my God lightens my darkness.” Psalm 18:28

2.“And we have the prophetic word more fully confirmed, to which you will do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts, ‭2 Peter‬ ‭1:19‬ ‭ESV‬‬


The Lord has bared His holy arm before the eyes of all the peoples. And all the ends of the earth shall see the Salvation of our God                                                                                Isaiah 52:10                                                                                                                                                                  Outreach

Awake Oh Greenville, Jesus runs to meet you!                                                                                    Awake Oh Greenville, Jesus waits to hold you!

While sisters swing between the man and the wine ,                                                                       And brothers hide every treasure of stolen time ,                                                                             Jesus stirs salt and light in the chicken brine                                                                                                                                                                                                                       While Brother Ray sits in our park motionless and blind .                                                                        Bibles stay stacked in precise stiff lines                                                                                               All are Aching to declare a story of The Father’s good find.  

Jesus enters like a fog blanketing a town at dawn                                                                                  Gently,, His steps are like  the sneaking of a fawn                                                                                 Vast His presence is thickly spreading across the lawn

Awake Oh Greenville , Jesus runs to  meet you                                                                          Awake Oh Greenville , Jesus waits to hold you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Jesus hovers sweetly over many hands stirring pots                                                                        And beckons Himself through flyers on doors and  in parking lots                                           He prepares release of every  tangled and torturous thought 

He passes through doors crannied with “crack ”                                                                            And inches and aches His way to every Grannie’s back.                                                                                 Every Preacher and pimp He presses to save                                                                                       He Makes salve for their eyes and a new food to crave.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Awake Oh Greenville , Jesus runs to  meet you                                                                                     Awake Oh Greenville , Jesus waits to hold you                                                                                                                                                  He lays down His life in Haffee Park at night                                                                                         Prostrate for you He puts all enemies to flight!!                                                                                How  Softly He reaches with Great Glory Majesty Beauty and Might.! 

Awake Oh Greenville, Jesus runs to meet you                                                                                         Awake Oh Greenville, Jesus waits to hold you!                                                                                                                                                                         

dedicated to All who carry “The gospel” in Greenville and everywhere. Jesus goes before you everywhere your feet are called to walk . 

The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.

But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and to the day of eternity. Amen.”
‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭3:9, 18‬ ‭ESV‬‬


between the Altar and the Door

in reflection of the death of Father Hamel and the young terrorists killed on Tuesday July 26 2016 in Rouen France. Revelation 12:10-11

Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door

See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty  Floor!
See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War.
See mamas move  prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor.
Look , crowds on the  streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!”
While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore:
Many are the words of  martyrs fighting  for a sacred score.

see, see, Oh God, drops, drops, drops, of blood like rose petals  falling to the floor

Bend to see dear Father God, from the altar to the door.

see there dead, see here dead, from Turkey to  France

See on Tuesday an old priest  slaughtered in another martyrs dance

Look  God, the Knives and  guns are outspeaking the  bread and wine?

as blood gushes through veins screaming “not my will but thine!!”

Oh God see the spatters and speckles on this church’s holy floor

and drops, drops, drops, drops of blood like petals of roses fall

more and more, more and more from the altar to the door.

Did you not read Oh God the reports on that Tuesday night,

young men in black and the old man  in white

both caught sacrificing a body for what they call “right”

Did you see the one in white with host in his hand?

Did you see the one in black with mission and command?

Where were you God when the Bride was stabbed at the altars?

Why do you wonder at our faith which flounders and falters?.

Oh God see the spatters and speckles on your Church’s holy floor

And , drops , drops , drops like petals of roses fall

As martyr after martyr lays down to the Bridegrooms call.

BEHOLD God I hear  you are there between the Altar and the Door?

I faintly hear  an Alpha, Omega in the distant now and forevermore

Are you Speaking songs for us to sing from throats that are throttled and  slit?

Are you prompting Praises pounding with promise  for every violent hit?

is  that you GOD I hear !  ?ever so sofly like The rose petals of  carpet lain?

and  from my hearing ,see, the Martyr of Martyrs, the  final Lamb that was slain!

Is that your life:  drops, drops, drops  , your Blood, that settles the Holy score?

That is you , God, prostrate between the altar and the door. . .

drops drops drops of your blood for our sins fill oceans shore to shore

Why has thou forsaken me , I will scream nevermore!!

For there you lay, my Savior, between the altar and the door.

Calling me also to die as I longingly adore.

Adoring You , JESUS, from the altar to the door.

“And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭12:10-11‬ ‭ESV‬‬















Mama’s Penpal

Look down Jesus from Your Holy Height to hear the groans of our children , the prisoners, to set free these doomed to die that they may live to declare

 YOUR NAME JESUS        (Psalms 102:19-21)

Oh church Oh church , can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!

Seasons, they come like a little child’s hug:

they touch us quickly and then run away with a thug.

Days, they now fill with cents and dollars

as we run to phones to “accept the caller”

Oh church , oh church ,  can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries!

Press “pound to accept” , “press one to add more”

Time counts precious when you are behind a closed door!

On Sundays, we wait like young lovers for calls.

We can never dial out as we wait behind walls.

Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!

Letters in our hands melt ink into sweat and tears.

The hot heart of longing burns ash through the years.

Crinkled and worn is every word ever pleaded

We cry without ceasing “Jesus give us what is needed!”

Oh church, oh church, can you hear our cries?

We are outside your doors, our eye never dries!

We weep at your greetings and your pats without love!

We weep at your songs that shackle  sorrows  from heights above!

We weep at your lessons on how to raise up a child!

We weep at your banners and blogs against  living wild!

Oh church, oh church can you hear our cries

We are outside your doors , our eye never dries

Could you ask Jesus to be the penpal who will write a word on our hearts?

Could you tell us for certain that from our child He will never depart?

Could you show us Jesus, His body in you moving free?

That Jesus might Love the CHILD



“I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.” Matthew 25:36 ESV http://biblecom/59/mat.25.36.esv

this poem is for all my precious sisters who have children incarcerated and were unable to see them on Mothers Day.  May Jesus assure you He penetrates ALL WALLS.









Spring Planting : Good Friday 2016

girl with shovel

See to it sister that “you do not fail to obtain the grace of God: that no ‘root of bitterness’ spring up and cause you trouble . . . forgive as you have been forgiven by Christ so that you will not be outwitted by Satan. . . cause we ain’t ignorant of his designs” Hebrews 12:15 & 2 Corinthians 2:10,11

 We plant forgiveness and we wait for love to bloom. I waited a year to see the fruit of forgiveness. Now , today ,almost to the date of my planting with Jesus , I hear a pleasant report. Therefore I repost this blog as a true testimony that when you forgive as He is forgiving  you, you will surely see the blooms of the resurrection of Love in your midst!

The Big Sister’s call

Hurry , my sister it’s Spring , it’s Spring!!

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

For We must run and sing!!

Get Shovel, Get Hoe

Lest that Bitter Thing grow!

Put that Stoney Thing in the dirt

Lest the Devil soon sow!!


The Little Sister’s cry

But Sister, Sister , it stings, it stings

So it never will ever feel like spring!

I’ve a wound so tender , like a boulder at my core!

No friend , no doc, no priest could speak to a thing so sore!

Or release this Stone that the Enemy threw to settle a score!

No Goliath with gall, or David with sling, or Samson so tall or Peter could bring

My heart to be healed from the hurt of this damn Stoney thing!!

The Big Sister’s call

But Sister, but Sister, it’s Spring!!

Now put that Stoney thing in the dirt!

So you can laugh and sing!

Get shovel, Get hoe

Lest that Bitter thing grow!

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

Lest far away your heart go


The Little Sister’s cry

But Sister, Sister, it stings, it stings

And now there is no longer hope for my Spring

For I claim this wound as a part of my being

And I strive no more for hearing and seeing!

So many ask me “how have you been”

I just reply “I feel the effects of sin”

I carry the stone daily like a cross on my back

I sleep with it nightly tucking it in dreams and pillow sacks!

My soul never considers what it has but always talks of what it lacks.

The Big Sister’s Call

Oh Sister, dear Sister, it’s Spring

Put that stoney thing in the dirt

So you may dress in robe and ring!

Get shovel, get hoe

Lest that bitter thing grow

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt!

Perhaps to church you should go!

The Little Sister’s Cry

But Sister, Sister , in church it will stink!

I am dead like Lazarus with no life of my own to bring!

Might it stink when I bring it to others to be buried?

Besides, I have much to prove now and my time is quite harried!

It is best dear sis that I pretend it not there!

Besides, this stone on my heart is really no ones care.

Perhaps heaven will own it if I ever get there.

The Big Sister’s Plea

Oh Sister, Stubborn Sister, come out into Spring

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

And Let Jesus do a Resurrection thing!

Get shovel, Get hoe

Lest that Bitter thing grow

Put that Stoney thing in the dirt

Let your Spirit yield and your Pride forgo!!

The Little Sister’s Fear

But Sister, my Sister, I will be all alone

As I rip away from my heart this UNFORGIVING STONE

And I cry out to Jesus “If only you were home!!?”

Oh Sister, your prayers cause me to quiver with this shovel and hoe in hand

You are speaking strange words in a tongue I do not understand

Oh sister , Oh Sister will I be all alone?

The Big Sister prophesies

Sweet sister, Sweet Sister, See He is your Spring!!

When you put that Stoney thing in the dirt , watch a LILLIE HE BRING

How free you will be and a new song you will sing

and then,  . my Sister You WILL KNOW HE is SPRING!

The Little Sister Laments as Jesus Plants

Oh Sister , O Sister, Look now He weeps on my Heart!

The stone falls off gently , from tender edges it parts.

He lays it deep in the dirt of HIS EMPTY GRAVE!!

And grave side He calls me “child” no longer “slave”

Oh sister, O sister, why so long did I wait?

Holding tight to this hurt and bound to it’s hate?!!

I hurt Him so deeply with this stone on my heart!!

It is buried today Sister, forever to depart!!

Thinking on these things …


A poem for Jesus from the children of God . . . .



When I think on these things ,

I see you are most TRUE!

When Song and Dance Enter THE BRIDE, each Sunday, ANEW
And Praising Hands Lift HER many Troubles to Troubles that flew
And YOUR BRIDE arises tall from pew to pew.
When I think on these things,
when Your Word and Your Voice crush every sin among us
And LOVE binds tightly to encourage hearts towards fondness
And YOUR BRIDE grows big with your created ONENESS
When I think on these things
When Prayers prayed rightly cast out pride and fear and lust
And anointing oils keep eternal flow dissolving deadly rust
And your BRIDE stands strong in  your Boldness and Trust
When I think on these things
When children hear Jesus and look certain and sure
And the” least of these” reminds each heart of what LOVE will cure
And the Bride lies down to a Faith that will forever endure










A Fellowship Dinner Prayer (Communion)


“and the first day of unleavened bread, when they killed the passover, his disciples said unto him, Where wilt thou that we go and prepare that thou mayest eat the passover with us?” Mark 14:12 KJV

Might I have dinner with You?

Might I have dinner with You, My King

That you might Now set a chair for My Soul

That  will sit to see the  lands and kings  you control (1)

And set my mind and will to gaze at  kingdom plans  and ways

That my heart will settle  in your purpose for all it’s numbered days (2)

Might I have dinner with You?

Might I have dinner with You, My Savior?

That you might serve us the finest bread from Daddy’s glory revealed.(3)

And  drink the finest wine for our unbelief and  brokenness to  be healed(4)

To nourish us  Full to a newness of LIFE

That  we may be pure  and prepared as Bride and  Wife.(5)

Might I have dinner with You?

Might I have dinner with you MY FRIEND?

Where we can speak of memories and places we have been

Where adventures and stories live apart from sin

That I may again dream of seeing that which  fleshly man cannot see

And call from your Word that which they say cannot be

Oh, Oh, Oh Please might I have dinner with You?

Might I have dinner with You, My Lover?

That you may woo me with words  from deep to deep. .

That I may rest against your breast to find a sweeter  sleep

Where your beauty and strength come  penetrate my soul

That my mind , my heart, my will would be forever at your control


Might I have dinner with YOU and invite my friends

That every brother and sister might see YOU ARE PRECIOUS


  1. John 6:53 (KJV) Then Jesus said unto them, “verily, verily, I say unto you, except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink His blood , ye have no life in you”
  2. Psalm 90 :12 , 16 (KJV) So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom, Let thy work appear unto thy servants , and thy glory unto their children
  3. John 6:32(KJV) Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily I say unto you, Moses gave you not that bread from heaven; but my Father giveth you the true bread from heaven
  4. 1 Corinthians 11:30 ( HSB)  This is why many are sick and ill among you, and many have fallen asleep. for if we were properly evaluating ourselves, we would not be judged.
  5. Ephesians 5:27 (ERV) Christ died so that He could give the church to himself like a bride in all her beauty.  He died so that the church could be holy and without fault , with no evil or sin or any other thing wrong in it.