Special Hills

There is a hill out back,
that has felt many a track,
both from animals and me,
as I hunted out there
and cut Christmas trees.
I went out,
in sun shine or rain,
whether I felt good,
or had many a pain,
to sit in my rickety
tree stand,
and wait to see,
a white tailed buck,
as he tried to stay,
stay clear from man.
Now the deer are getting tame,
and are found in my back yard,
safe and secure,
because I don’t hunt any more.
I don’t walk now very far,
I go on wheeler or car,
to see those things precious to me,
and dream about white tailed deer,
and Christmas trees.
I think of a special hill,
Mount Calvary,
How Jesus carried a cross,
and died on it,
for you and for me,
so by putting our faith in Him,
He gives our soul and spirit liberty!



It was late,

late in the day;

I got on the wheeler,

and drove slowly on the way.

I quickly saw two doe,

not spooked,

as I drove slow.

I love this old road,

that leads me,

to my favorite spot,

the spot where the red pine,

red pine trees grow.

I, now sit,

at the old beaver pond,

where the beaver play,

and the brook trout spawn.

I sit, listening,

to the gentle breeze,

as it whispers through,

those red pine trees.

I hear the crickets,

as lazy I grow,

as I hear the cawing,

cawing of the crow.

I meditate on God’s word,

and say thank you,

for the sights I see,

and sounds I have heard.

I say thank you,

for giving me your Son,

and the victory won.

Thank you for my friends,

and family here;

now I drive slowly back,

knowing God will keep me,

keep me on the right track.



I love the liberty we have with Jesus!


It was 11 PM and I was enjoying listening to Lynda Randle singing from the CD “Ageless Hymns”. I reached for my Bible and it fell open to Psalm 19, last verse stared me in the face. Let my words and meditation be on the Lord, who is my strength and salvation was the message ringing loud and clear. He has been my strength all the years I have had chronic pain and I can proclaim the strength and salvation He gives.

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The past few days,

Have been full of tears,

Sad for my wife and me,

I found her brother,

Laying deceased on his floor

A severe shock,

And big surprise you see.

Today another close friend,

She passed away,

Bringing more sorrow,

And many more tears.

O, my friends,

Let us still rejoice,

Singing praises to our Creator,

Giving Him, All Honor,

All Power, Glory and Praise,

As humbly to Him,

Our voices we raise. 


Psalms 121


Psalm 121 King James Version (KJV)

121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.