For what shall it profit?

A human soul is way more valuable than any amount of money.

A coworker reminded me of all the monetary gains of states who have legalized recreational marijuana.

When you smoke pot it does something to you that was never how God made you to be.

And not only you but everyone you come in contact with is affected.

“For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, but lose his soul?” – Mark 8:36

Photo Cred: https://thebonhoefferproject.com/blog/2017/3/15/what-does-it-mean-to-be-saved


It’s Time


it’s time

To wake up

From our slumber.

This world is

Getting older.

The people

You and me

Need Jesus

To set us free.

This world is

Getting mean.

Ring the alarm


it’s time

Don’t hit the snooze

And sleep.

Wake up


To your knees.


Sets us free.


The name of Jesus

His blood

Dripping from

The tree

A love unknown

Sin dethroned

He sets

The captive free.



Goodbye Crazy


my second love

the pain

you hummed

while you

beat your drum

to a word that’s



my second love

the chord

you struck

inside my heart

to turn me to

my pleasure.


my second love

the hate

you sprung

while you sung

your song




my second love

the way you


my present day

with a rhythm

that made me




Why can’t they see it

The world

The girl?

See the beauty

In the cross

The crown?


well today

the world



the girl

saw the crown.

And tomorrow,

she knows of

the beauty

she found.

And though

the world

loves to

give the girl

a cross to carry

while bound.



is the cross

and the crown…

The world

knows what she


She found

her Lord

her Rock

the Son of God:


Her crown.



From the Eyes of a Misfit Girl

I saw the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl

Full of limitations, disappointments, fear


But then, my eyes were widened

To a pop

And the world spilled out some truth


So, I took notice

And I saw the world

And how it measured


Truth is:

It wasn’t fitting

It was missing

It was lost

And gone forever


When I saw this


I lost the


I lost the girl

And the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl


The Tide

The sound of the rain

Falls like the sound

Of my heart


A river falling

To a tidy sea

Sounds like rain


Love taken all of me

My heart lies to me

She can’t trust the rain


When the tide rises

The river is silent and gone

She’s swallowed up


Love come sharp to

A soft beating heart

A river flowing from tide to sea


It sounds like rain

When the tide comes in

To carry the river free


My heart and soul

Cry sounds of rain

The tide has come to go

Take a Moment

The mind of a woman

might leave you strangled,

might leave you blind

but never will it leave you

to stay behind.


The mind of a woman

might kick up some dust,

might kick up a city

but never will it kick up

to settle you empty.


The mind of a woman

might laugh and cry,

might laugh and smile

but never will it laugh

to lie to a child.


The mind of a woman

might start then stop,

might start from doubt

But never will it start

to finish in a drought.


The mind of a woman

can be many moments.


The mind of a woman

can be without moment.


Take a moment.


Take a moment.