The Boat

By Unknown
My husband, Mike saw this on Facebook and passed it along.  Good advice that we should all pay heed to!  There was no name to accompany the post…
The Boat…
A certain man was offered a job to paint a small fishing boat. He earnestly brought his paint and brushes from his workshop and began to paint the boat a bright red, just as the owner asked him.
While painting, he noticed a small hole in the hull, and upon surveying the damage, he quietly repaired it.
When he finished painting, he notified the owner of the completed paint job, received his money and left.
The next day, the owner of the boat returned to the paint shop and came to the painter and presented him with a nice check, which was much higher in addition to the payment for the original painting job. Read more…


By Anita Mondragon
I wrote the following while on a fishing trip with my husband,  We went to Estes Park, and the landscape was awe-inspiring, showing the greatness of God!  Enjoy! 
The grass so green,
The sky so blue;
The birds on wing,
All speak of YOU!
The soft blowing breeze,
The choir of birds,
Each sings their praise
Without any words.
But YOU, oh Lord
Know the language of bees… Read more…

The Recurring Battle

By Mark Hays
Hey yall. This is a follow up to my addiction poem that I did the video. It is still a battle that an addict understands but I’m going to the Lord every day to overcome it! 
The Recurring Battle
Addiction is the opposite of a benediction,
I’m not speaking fiction,
For with apprehension,
I face the tension,
of this addiction,
that is constant temptation
Which I fight every day,
constantly on replay,
which is the price I pay,
for beginning this foray,
of destruction Read more…

Do You Want Peace??

By Anita Mondragon
When I was 13, my dad used to preach in the Rescue Mission downtown.  He would make my brother and I go as well.  I hated it!  Until one night, something happened that would change my life forever.  Years later, I wrote this poem about that night…   I share it with you now. 
He wakes up in the alley,
Vomit, crusted on his face.
Propped up against the dumpster,
Thinking, “How did I get
to this place?”
He slowly stands,
And shakes himself off,
Trying to remember…
He used to have a home and family…
A loving wife, so tender. Read more…

You Are A Light

By Mark Hays
You are a light,
No words can harm you
If you know in your heart that’s right;
People may try to tear you down,
But in the Lord you are found;
Safe and strong,
to Him you belong;
Do not let the wrongs
Change your song;
Let the light in you
Break the chains in two;
Shine your light for the world to see
And sing the song of the Redeemed joyfully,
It will set you free

The Answer to Betrayal

By Mark Hays
Have you ever trusted,
and somebody abused that trust,
Just took it,
and kicked it in the dust;
And you swore you’d never trust again,
because the pain was too great
and you cry within;
You fear opening up will just bring a fall,
because you’ve seen it once,
and it applies to all; Read more…


By Anita Mondragon
I’ve been thinking a lot about Heaven lately.  There is so much unrest and violence in the earth, sometimes I just want to go HOME! 
I had the privilege of being with my grandpa, and years later, my mother-in-law when Jesus sent His angels to take them Home.  It was very peaceful when they passed from this life to the next!  I’ve often thought that 
if they could send me a postcard from Heaven, all it would say is:  “WISH YOU WERE HERE!”  This thinking made me remember a poem I wrote a few years back.  It is entitled:
There in the quietness
Of that hospital’s stark whiteness,
With pain so intense, it made the body numb;
Where the smell of death scented the air…
They were quiet…but I heard them come.

You Alone!

By Mark Hays
You Jesus alone
make me whole
You alone
filled the hole my sin dug
You alone
are my righteousness
Your blood and sacrifice alone
has saved me from the pit
and restored me to the Father


By Anita Mondragon
Two weeks ago, my son had an eye appointment for his annual checkup and most likely new glasses.  One day before the appointment, they texted me and said his appointment had been changed.  It wouldn’t happen until two weeks later. We had changed our schedule around to the appointment time and now had to change things again.
On the day of the changed appointment, we again received a text asking if we could come in sooner because the doctor was leaving early and would not be available at the scheduled time.  Otherwise, we were going to have to reschedule the appointment for a later time.  So once again, we had to change our plans for the day in order to make the needed checkup. Read more…


By Anita Mondragon
There always seems to be room in life,
For pleasures, and parties, and fun;
But still in life, Jesus has no part…
There is no room for the Son!
There’s always room for gossip and lies,
And dreams of lust and ambition;
But there’s never enough time to search the heart,
And notice it’s sad condition!
There is always room for overtime, Read more…