Before It’s Too Late
February 20, 2026
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We wait till we’re sinking before we think to cry out. “Lord, toss me a life vest,” we say with some doubt. But wisdom would
We wait till we’re sinking before we think to cry out. “Lord, toss me a life vest,” we say with some doubt. But wisdom would
We Google, we text, we ask a best friend, And pray to the Lord when we reach the end. But prayer should come first, not
When we’re little, we ask for a hand, To tie up our shoes or help us stand. But as we grow tall, we start to
We walk on the earth made of dust and clay. Our bodies grow weak and tired by the day. But dust is not doom, the
Some say the critic is the villainous foe, Who laughs when your story moves too slow. But truth be told, and here’s where it starts,
It started one day when I felt quite atrocious, My writing was messy, my grammar ferocious. I needed a spark that was bold and ambitious,
God gives his gifts in various ways, To light our nights and brighten our days. No gifts are alike, yet they’re much the same. Each
Some writers need pressure to push through the gate, They wait for the deadline, then fear they’ll be late. They scramble and stress as their
When our desires say, “Do this,” and the Law says, “Don’t.” We’re tugged and we’re torn, but what says we won’t? Deep down in our
God’s clothing line’s not sold in malls— No racks, no tags, no dressing halls. He tailors hearts, not coats or ties— A perfect fit, with
Those who know you, Lord, will see, You’re faithful throughout eternity. You will never fail. You’ll never flee. Your steadfast love brings liberty. When fear
No one has seen him. He’s hidden from sight. He dwells in a brilliance too blindingly bright. Yet through his own Word, all Heaven declares,