God is relentless,
in His steady seeking
to find the souls . . .
who salvation are needing.

For it’s His desire,
not one should perish
every life to Him . . .
is one to cherish.

God is on a quest,
looking all about
to find more hearts . .
He can rid of doubt.

For it’s His concern,
to bring lost sheep back
His patience for them . .
won’t ease up or slack.

God is relentless,
He’s fiercely unrelenting
looking for anyone . . .
confessing and repenting!

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2 Peter 3:9

The Lord is not slack concerning
his promise, as some men count
slackness; but is longsuffering
to us-ward, not willing that any
should perish, but that all
should come to repentance.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

The Swiss summer has been kinder than in previous years and I am loving the slightly cooler sunshine! Yesterday I set out for an early evening walk and the air felt so light and breezy that it couldn’t help but make you feel happy. Personally I would love it to stay like this for the rest of summer. But that’s just me.

Soul Skipping

I love this jolly July breeze

It fills me with delight

It’s airy summer days like these

that spread my inner light

I float and slide, perspective wide

The cornfield fingers tease me

Begin to take things in my stride

and feel the thoughts that please me

The simple pleasures we must seize

for ease helps love take flight

I love this jolly July breeze

It fills me with delight

Pray for me Jesus,
plea for my needs
pray my faith grows
from that mustard seed.

Pray for my worries,
pray for my cares
pray when I can’t . . .
say my own prayers.

Pray for my heart,
petition for my mind
pray my trust in You
I’ll continue to find.

Pray for my spirit,
pray for my soul
pray my life to You
I will give control.

Pray for me Jesus,
on my behalf plea . . .
when words I can’t form
meditate Lord for me!

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1 Timothy 2:5

For there is one God,
and one mediator between
God and men,
the man Christ Jesus;

King James Version
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Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

On Saturday we ventured down to our favourite spot at the Sempachersee to try out our new paddle boards. Having first tried SUPs a few years ago on the sea in Rhodes, we decided that this water sport would be a lovely thing to experience on the Swiss lakes. We found our new boards to be quite forgiving and after a few collisions with the reeds, quickly began admiring the mountain views from an upright position!

Onboarding

We knew the fun we had in store

When we bought stand up paddle boards

For back in Rhodes, the bug we‘d caught

and we loved this new water sport

Some laughs we had, oh yes indeed

At one point I plunged into reeds

but soon I learned to steer my SUP

Such freedom when I could stand up!

For there is something quite unique

To look up onto mountain peaks

whilst gliding…

God, my Hope,
my Future, my Home
from Your righteous way
let not my steps roam.

Make straight my way,
be my guiding light
keep me looking upwards
as earthly battles I fight.

God, my Hope,
my Eternity, my Rest
with Your loving mercies
each day my soul bless.

Keep my eyes focused,
on Your saving grace
so that I may for You
finish the faithful race.

God, my Hope,
my Strength, my Power
may my trust in You be . . .
right up to my final hour!

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Romans 15:13

Now the God of hope
fill you with all joy
and peace in believing,
that ye may abound in hope,
through the power
of the Holy Ghost.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

I walk through dark waters and study them turning memories to blood
the full moon shines her dreamless side down, with disdain for the divine
moving into the shadows and the grays of night, with its cautious arms
two lovers lost their way, in the swamp, where the cypress grows into the air
tattered pieces of white crinoline torn, lay in tangles by the marshes deadwood
brown was the calabash pipe, of her lover, floating days later, nigh the edge

only curiosity seekers roam the eerie grounds as the bullfrogs sing
five dollars a ticket hoping to see a sign of my visitors who vanished so long ago
the smell of sweet tobacco works its way passed the cattails and smoke rises
gardenias have not a bud near, and yet the sweet smell floods the tree line

Life is a flinch of the

eye and love is a phantom

hiding in plain sight.

A sculpture of ice,

a thousand crystal droplets

strewn across the sky.

Touched by the tongue of a

a flame becoming the sun,

tonight I need to start a fire

I’m as cold as the midnight moon.

Night Music