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We walked through the Garden
In the cool of the day,
Following the trail of the Watershed
Under the shade of trees
With leaves that sing
and branches that dance with the breeze’s sway,
Hand in hand
Carrying casual chat and play
with our Daily Bread;
In this moment
My child’s love and devotion
Blessed my heart
And the Lord
Who was walking with us spoke,
“Son, this is how it was in My Garden;
In the Beginning,
Before the world fell apart.”
Do not despair for what has been lost; but rejoice for what has been redeemed and is being made new!!! Your Heavenly Father wants to walk with you today; all you need to do is take His hand. = >
Colossians 1:
19 For God was pleased to have all His fullness dwell in Him, 20 and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through the blood of His cross.
Corinthians 5: 18
All this is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:
See the tree,
For the forest
the orchard was raised;
Seed to root
and root to fruit
for the Harvester to be praised;
You’ve been planted for this reason
Strive to grow in your season
and reach for the Light
without exception, without excuse
Because the value of your life
is not measured
By crown of branches or number of rings,
It is found in what you produce.
Matthew 7:16-17
You shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
Even so every good tree brings forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree brings forth evil fruit.
Galatians 5:22
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,Meekness, and self-control.
WORDS by B.C. Lamb
ILLUSTRATIONS by Kiara Skye Lamb
Every evening
after bedtime stories and sleep tight prayers,
after Eskimo and butterfly kisses,
one last hug and the final tuck
So begin the nightly trips
of fleeting tiptoes down the stairs
sneaking to the kitchen sink;
and upon the consistent history
of this aqueous mystery
my mind began to ponder and think.
So I caught the water wranglers in the act
and I asked my darling daughters,
“Why do you keep sneaking out of bed
to get a drink?”
Looking up ever so innocent and sweet
they spoke in unison,
“There’s a desert in our room, Daddy!”
KIARA: “We get thirsty from the heat.
There is no comfort in our blankets
and we swelter under the sheet,
they are like the sands of the Sahara
scorching our bodies
and burning our feet!”
KeiLynn: “We have to water our camels
that help us traverse the Gobi-like dunes;
they’re parched by the sandstorms
and running on fumes.”
KIARA: “Death Valley resides beside my pillow
where we were chased by a wiley Coyote
and made friends with a furrowed armadillo;
and after she helped us escape the treacherous nip,
we just had to repay her with a kindly sip.”
KeiLynn: “There’s a cactus in the corner
– a Joshua Tree, I think;
it was looking rather wilty
so we just had to get the poor thing a drink.”
KIARA: “We were being monitored by lizards
that claimed to be Outback wizards
that couldn’t perform or do magic tricks
without a few laps and licks;
and they promised they’d be chum
if we would ‘Goanna’ get them some.”
KeiLynn: “There were buzzards buzzing our headboard
waking us up every time we dozed or snored;
at last we made a deal
and they agreed to give up their leverage
in exchange for a refreshing beverage.”
KIARA: “A sidewinder sideswiped our caravan
making us cross our fingers and toes
as he hissed and emptied our canteens,
then he wound around the bends
leaving us to fetch more precious liquid for our friends.”
At last I laughed and said,
“This desert is unfit!
Perhaps I can spruce it up a bit.”
I opened the window
and turned on the fan.
Then I put a small jug of water by the bed.
I called the girls
and explained as I was tucking them in,
“The sun is down
so it is nice and cool in the desert.
Your bed is an oasis and this jug is your watering hole.
If you get out of bed one more time
I’ll have to discipline you for being naughty.”
With sheepish grins
both girls cried out,
“But Daddy,
………now we have to go potty!”
Bella Chuggerella
finally has her fella
and she just knows
that he will be
the best hubby hound
any pooch did ever see:
opening doggy doors
and covering mud puddles;
fending off squirrel and squeaky toys,
cleaning her ears and giving cuddles;
faithfully wagging by her side
– she takes comfort in knowing
that she’ll never pant alone;
but the sad fact remains
Boomer Nubbins is a snubby groom
that likely won’t ever
…..give this poor bride a bone!!!
Used to be
When night fell down
And the moon shone bright,
The Wolfman prowled the town
Painting it red
Howling at every dame in sight;
Used to be
When darkness descends,
The wolf went wild
Running with rowdy friends,
Barking at bars and trees.
Where bottles and babes
Are easily compiled;
Reveling in his rascally reputation;
Living up to the fame that he claimed.
He perpetuated perception
That this Dog will never be tamed
But as the wise men say,
Everyone has his day.
And it happened one fateful eve
When our “Were” was about
To take his leave;
All it took was a wave
And a toss
From a lady that was a Fox
To send him for a loss
Crashing his nightly routine against the rocks.
Now, with ring and license
Around his neck,
The Wolfman has taken
A day job
To fetch a proper check.
And though it doesn’t
Come natural
And is hard as heck,
The work is important
And he surely doesn’t want
To disappoint
……the boss!!!