
God Calling
Oh scientists peer with a squint and a stare, At stars way up there, things up in the air. They measure and test with a

Oh scientists peer with a squint and a stare, At stars way up there, things up in the air. They measure and test with a

I once said, “Map it all out—every mile, every bend. Know where you’re going right up to the end.” But walking with God follows a

Obedience showed up wearing soft velvet shoes, While Sacrifice boomed with the sound of “Choose!” “I’m louder,” Sacrifice said. “I sparkle and shout.” But God

Pagan prophets shouted and danced in a line. “Hey, Baal. Can you hear us? Please give us a sign.” They screamed until their throats were

There once was a writer who had tools galore, Software and hardware—and much, much more. He said, “AI can do the work for me, I

Johnny worked his words in his own way, Counting how many were written each day. With a wink, God said, “What are you thinking? What

They didn’t have steeples or bells that went ding, No stage or pews lined in rows, no choirs to sing. People gathered in homes with

He trained with a stopwatch, a whistle, a chart, With fire in his legs and great hope in his heart. He dreamed of the tape,

Writing at first went whoosh! with a sparkle and spin. New words danced about, shouting, “Let’s begin.” The keyboard felt enchanted. The page was new.

“I die every day,” is what Paul used to say— Not the ending of life, but the self fading away. A pruning, a trimming, a

John asked and searched and Googled all day. He clicked every link in the most logical way. He tried this answer and that—ruling out a

Writers should say, “What if?” not, “I know,” With humble steps, both firm and slow. They walk with God through day and night, Trusting questions