Thieves of Our Time
May 26, 2026
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Oh, the things that go ding and things that go beep— They tug on your brain when it’s trying to keep A thought in one
Oh, the things that go ding and things that go beep— They tug on your brain when it’s trying to keep A thought in one
Many works of God are so small— So faint we fail to see them at all. They bloom inside the heart and mind— As a
We’re each given gifts—big or small, short or tall— But we’re not meant to grab every gift meant for all. We must grow what we
We don’t know what we don’t know. Isn’t that true? It surprises the old folks, young ones, and me too. Our brains miss the clues
When woes pop up and block your way, Don’t fret or run or hide or sway. Stand firm, stand tall, take in the view. A
I wake and sigh. I’m tired. Oh, my. I drag my feet and ask God, “Why?” But still I rise and face the day, For
Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff, All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff. They drift where they want with no hurry or
When you talk to the Lord, don’t come in disguise— For he already sees through all pretenses and lies. You might as well be honest,
In lands far away where the idols might grin, Where nobody knew what was righteous or sin, God whispered his truth with a wink and
One night in a dream, when the moon glowed so bright, The Lord came to visit a certain man in the night. “Are you willing,”
Oh, “Someday” is special—at least so we say, A magical, misty, and thoughtful kind of day. We tuck it away in imagination’s deep nook, Like
Young David was chosen, anointed one day, With oil on his head in a most sacred way. God whispered, “I’ve called you. Now rise up