My God Cares For Me ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

My God cares for me,
He hears me when I pray
He is willing to help me
to get through the day.

So I rely on Him daily,
for His mercies plentiful
and depend on His graces
abundant and bountiful.

My God cares for me,
His Word tells me so
I can count on Him
to go wherever I go.

So I trust Him to lead me,
and to show me the way
to where His unfailing love
will keep my fears at bay.

My God cares for me,
onto Him mine I cast . . .
I trust Him to take them
from me whenever I ask!


1 Peter 5:7

Casting all your anxieties on him,
because he cares for you.

Psalm 69:16

Hear me, O Lord;
for thy lovingkindness is good:
turn unto me according to the
multitude of thy tender mercies.

King James Version
Public Domain

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The Independence Train

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

The Norfolk and Western Railway Number 1776 on Display at the Virginia Museum of Transportation in Roanoke, Virginia, U.S.A.

There was a small camp that was hundreds of miles from the nearest town known as Camp Abuse. Here, young girls and women were brought here by their parents, their ex-husbands, ex-boyfriends, or their ex-friends to be brutally abused. Their head abuser was a muscular woman named Ella Beathem. As they arrived at the camp, Ella brutally beat them. They were stripped of their clothes and were only allowed to wear a shirt and shorts, and they were barefoot. The grounds were covered in sharp objects that dug into their soles of their feet. Even when it was brutally cold, they were never given any shoes or coat, nor were they allowed near a fire or heat source to keep them warm. Many of them froze to death, and their bodies…

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My Stress Reliever ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Jesus is my stress reliever,
my care and burden taker
He is my mess cleaner . . .
my perfect peace maker.

Jesus is my pain reliever,
my hurt and grief clearer
He is my head lifter
my heart and soul restorer.

Jesus is my doubt reliever,
my fear and qualm calmer
He is my hope installer
my faith and trust instiller.

Jesus is my grudge reliever,
my failure and flaw fixer
He is my wound healer
my emotional scar tamer.

Jesus is my debt reliever,
my sin and shame forgiver
He is my guilt eraser . . .
my life and soul Savior!


Isaiah 53:5

But he was wounded
for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace
was upon him; and with
his stripes we are healed.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the

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The Race I Entered ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

When the race I entered,
I didn’t know the distance
nor that there would be
so much resistance.

I didn’t think how far,
I would be running
nor how satan after me
would still be coming.

I didn’t think how much,
courage it would take
as I kept aiming
for the narrow gate.

I didn’t think how few,
had the faith to hold fast
nor how many of them
I could actually outlast.

When I entered the race,
I didn’t know it was so long
and it’s only because of Jesus
that I’ve kept going strong!


1 Corinthians 9:24

Know ye not that they which
run in a race run all,
but one receiveth the prize?
So run, that ye may obtain.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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A Kind, Gentle Spirit ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

A kind, gentle spirit,
is full of God’s grace
His mercy each day
it’s ready to embrace.

It prays to discern,
what is God’s will
then it waits on Him
as it remains still.

To self it’s crucified,
in Christ its made new
it keeps Calvary
always in its view.

It knows its limits,
goes not over the line
for it’s firmly rooted
to the True Vine.

A kind, gentle spirit,
needs to be cultivated
by having its ego . . .
by Jesus deflated!


Proverbs 21:21

He that followeth after
righteousness and mercy
findeth life, righteousness,
and honour.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

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Mount Macolod part 2

Pacific Paratrooper

The reduction of Mount Macolod

2 April, the 187th attacked and cleared the area to the base of the mountain, but were unable to hold the ridges. One pocket of the enemy were dug in between the two southern ridges and small Japanese patrols were strewn along the highway near Talisay, indicating to Colonel Pearson that the enemy held that sector. His feelings were confirmed when his command post was hit with Japanese 155mm artillery shells. The quick reactions of the 674th Glider Field Artillery Battalion to counterattack saved the 2d 187th.

Shelling Mt. Macolod

Captured Japanese artillery, Mt. Macolod

8 April, General MacArthur released a communiqué to state that because of the 11th Airborne’s actions, “…all organized enemy resistance in the southern part of the island was destroyed and liberation was at hand.” As usual, his assessment of the situation was premature, but it was just the type of…

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Rain – night music

House of Heart

The earthy scent of petrichorclings to our skin, mist overflows my eyes, slips down my cheeks, mingles with salty lips. You know how it feels to swim in sun drenched rivers, to touch the heat and feel the sear. Your song fills the sky with falling stars. But I, I always bring the rain.
It feels like rain baby. You know it feels like rain.

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Hear My Son ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

This is My Beloved Son,
hear what He has to say
for He is the only Life . . .
to the Truth and the Way.

Open up your ears,
so that you may hear
how He can bring you
eternal joy and cheer.

Listen with your heart,
envision in your mind
how only through Him
true peace will you find.

Take heed to His calling,
to witness for yourself
how your every sin
He took upon Himself.

This is My Beloved Son,
He’s speaking to you today
listen closely to Him . . .
for He’s to Me the only Way!


Luke 9:35

And there came a voice
out of the cloud, saying,
This is my beloved Son:
hear him.

John 14:6

Jesus saith unto him,
I am the way,
the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto
the Father, but by me.

King James Version

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Stories of Heroes: Story Two

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA. June Parker lived in a house on the north side of the city. She was getting ready to take a drive to Madison, Wisconsin when the city was hit with a hard blizzard. She did not know what to do. She had a birthday card that she was going to take to her aunt, but the blizzard blocked her car in. She was helpless.

In the meantime, a man named Tyrone Jones was watching a movie with his family at his home. He got a feeling that someone needed him. He told his wife and kids, “Look! I need to go to the bathroom. You will have to watch the rest of the movie without me.”

He left the living room and snuck into the secret compartment of the house. He went to put on his clothes and said, “This is a job for Mailman.”

Mailman got into his mail truck and drove through the driving blizzard to June Parker’s house. He went into the house and said, “Mailman at your service.”

“Oh Mailman,” said June, “this birthday card must get to my aunt in Madison, Wisconsin.”

“No problem,” replied Mailman. “It will get there in no time.”

“Thank you, Mailman,” said June. “You’re my hero.”

Mailman got into his mail truck and drove through the driving blizzard all the way to Madison, Wisconsin. The farther he drove, the harder it snowed. It snowed harder and harder, but Mailman was determined to deliver the mail. After a hard drive through the hard blizzard, he arrived at the house and gave the card to her aunt and said, “Happy birthday from June.”

“Thank you, Mailman,” said June’s aunt. “You have made my day.”

Mailman went out of sight.  Another day was saved by Mailman.