For he will command his angels concerning you. to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. – Mathew 4:6

Then you will walk in your way securely And your foot will not stumble. – Proverbs 3:23


Sometimes I pray for money. The alleviation of anxiety.

I wake up in tears from the strain and the worry.

Day in and day out – afraid to sleep for the morning will come, afraid to wake for the day will begin

Burdened completely, no enthusiasm for life

Then God shows up – when I have exhausted even my words – when I am down to groans and moans

And says –

My dearest son, well done

When all you have is habit, your habit is to turn to me

And I have always been here

And do not think I held back to teach you lessons

I want you to know the fruit of faith is guaranteed

Here on this Earth

And in future, stored up

like this;

Angels to guard you in all your ways; 

to lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike stones

And your foot will not stumble

And I understand the gift!


I am free of the deadliest sin – sins I could not have avoided had I stubbed my toes

Corruption – Who will know? Take the money

Steal it – They are rich. God knows my pain.

Kill them – No one cared when I needed help.

Pornography and lying, false witness and anger, greed and damaging speech

All I have avoided

My path lifted by prayer – my foot did not touch the stone

For I could be in the depths of hell – a hell of eternity, not just lack of rent

And I am on my knees, thanking and praising

And was lifted when I could not see the real pits of hell surrounding me

My foot – my foot – my foot did not touch the stone

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short poetry, God, felony, criminals, death, purgatory

You would walk into a quiet house,
In a quiet neighbourhood and,
Take a young girl,

Into the woods,
And rape her,
Leaving a father disfigured,

You would,
Take a husband,
In the middle of the night,

And break his legs,
And electrocute him,
Because he will not salute your
Blown up image,

You would,
Empty bank accounts,
Nurtured for years,

By elderly couples who,
Just want rest,
And something leftover for grandchildren,

You would dismantle life this way,
And bear no burden?

I tell you,

There were angels in the courtroom,
And in the playground,
And on the plane,

But I was not one of them.

I will find you and,
Eat you up.

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