New Blog, New Name, New Look

Hello Everyone,

I would like to thank everyone that visited Naphtali's land.  All of the stories and poems have been transferred to a new blog.  Look for your favorites and new posts at http://ohlucylordhelpme.blogspot.com/

Humoms

We work to meet your every need

            And build your faith each day
            When life is hard and things go wrong
            We sometimes lose our way

We know our weakness shakes your world

               That’s why we try to hide it

It’s often just beneath the surface

Though our smiles deny it

To never dim your faith with doubt

Because we fail to trust Him

We put our best faith forward

Thinking it’s a fight we must win

                His word reveals the battle’s His

                And we can just let go

                He understands our fears for you

                And teaches us to know

 That In our weakness He is strong

                 Hi love for you is true
                 He holds each teardrop in His hands
                 Cause sometimes Mom’s cry too

IT Forever or I'd Back it Up if I Could Find It

Overwhelmed? I don’t know

Just how low is whelmed?

How high must I go to see it below?

How will I be able to tell?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Everything’s perfectly fine

I always curl up under my desk

To prepare for approaching deadlines

No worries, I’ve got this

How can it miss?

Nothing can happen

That IT can’t fix

So what if the screen didn’t say save?

And the file name is not allowed

I’m sure I remembered to back it up

Do you think it could be on that Cloud?

Alright, I admit it, I’ve seen better days

I think I now know how to tell

My computer is down and IT's not around

That’s when I’m over the whelmed

57 Reasons I Can't Quit Now

No Regrets

                  You Wanna Bet
            Just wait til you turn fifty
            Through everything you’ve ever done
            You suddenly start sifting
 

Counting failures, broken dreams

            And things I could have done
            Excuses, blame and rational
            For me the battle had begun

 The past was not my enemy

             And failure not my foe
             My fears would cause my sure defeat
             If I could not let go

 Fear there was no time to start

             Or no time to finish
             That the passions in my heart
             Just could not be replenished

 The past has been defeated by

             The knowledge that God’s near
             And when I give them all to Him
             His perfect love casts out my fears

                  Now anything is possible

            My hopes deferred set free
            I can’t go back I can’t remain
            The future holds my victory

The Courage to Be Free & the Freedom to Be Courageous

They had the courage to stand and fight

            For man’s most essential rights
            The courage to begin again
            Down the untried path of a virgin plan
 

They weathered the tests and trials unknown

            And continued to work, to build and to grow
            A sanctuary where all could find
            Freedom for hearts and souls and minds

 The blood bought freedom that we must maintain

             Is the freedom to stand and the courage to change
             The things that would find us bound again
             When power corrupt our freedoms demand

 To believe in what’s right – not from afar

             But be willing to fight for who we are
             May our freedom give us the courage we need
             To honor their lives in word and deed

 To stand on our honor, our faith and the truth

             May Freedom for all be our lasting pursuit

Ebb and Flow

Constant momentum beneath a tranquil façade

            Awakened and stirred to a frenzied pitch

With relentless increase its power overwhelms

            Unleashed and remorseless its hunger fulfills

 Then nobly retreating at an unhurried pace

             Slipping back into the guise of serenity

 Its ambitious desires known only by God

             Hindered, barely, by the feeble arms of earth

 

 

Sometimes The Simplest Explanation Is The Best

Being a flatlander from Illinois on a Colorado ranch I had a lot to learn.  One of my teachers was the lead wrangler.  He made his living with horses, working the ranch in the summer, guiding hunts in the winter and blacksmithing year round.  My classrooms were the tack room and the barn where he explained the different types of halters, saddles and leads.

 

He knew every horse on the ranch and talked about each like they were old friends.  Doc, the oldest, was still used for beginners.  He would fall asleep saddled at the rail waiting for his rider and his top speed was a cha-cha-cha – walk two steps and trot three, walk two steps and trot three.  General Patton was a large grey that was used in the lead position on rides when the creek crossings were at high water.  He just walked right in without hesitation and the other horses would follow. 

 

One of the wranglers was showing off his new horse tied to the corral fence next to the barn. As we passed by I commented on how beautiful it was.  My horse loving teacher took one look, shook his head, spit in the dirt (he was chewing tobacco) and said, “That horse is loco, pure and simple. (spit) I told him not to buy it and he went and did it anyway. (spit)  There’s gonna be trouble you wait and see. (spit)”  I started to duck under the fence rail to walk over and take a look but he caught my arm and said, “Don’t ever go near that animal”. He said it with such forcefulness  that I pulled back and decided to watch from a distance.

 

As if on cue, the new horse reared up on its’ hind legs neighing and throwing back its’ head with so much force that he pulled down the entire corral gate and part of the fence.  His owner looked stricken as he surveyed the damage.  My instructor, who was the resident expert, pushed back his hat, and said calmly, “(spit) I told you he was loco” and strolled away.