Jesus is our Helper,
from beginning to end
He’s been our Counselor
our trusted eternal Friend.

He is our Intercessor,
the link in our prayer chain
who helps when our words
we reach for and strain.

Jesus is our Advocate,
as our pleas to Him we aim
to God our litigator
when we call on His name.

He is our Strength,
who will never disappoint
in Him we have victory
through His vantage point.

Jesus is our Refuge,
the partner in our prayer
our present Helper
who will our burdens bear!

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Psalm 46:1

God is our refuge
and strength, a very
present help in trouble.

John 14:26

But the Comforter, which is the
Holy Ghost, whom the Father will
send in my name, he shall teach
you all things, and bring all things
to your remembrance, whatsoever I
have said unto you.

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The city of Bethlehem in the U.S. state of Pennsylvania, a city settled by the Moravians, has a long history as a steel city. Although steel is no longer produced in this city, the old factories remain and is now a museum. Being a steel city, it also has an association with the railroad. Although the Norfolk Southern Railroad now passes through the city, Bethlehem also had passenger train service. Although the city had a ‘Union Station’, the Central Railroad of New Jersey built a train station in 1873 to compete against the Lehigh Valley Railroad which ran on the tracks that are now owned by the Norfolk Southern Railroad today. The three story train station served passengers until 1967.

Fortunately, the train station was spared from demolition as it was converted into a restaurant, and it remains a…

Yesterday I experienced a peak moment! You know, one of those moments when you feel completely in flow and totally “on purpose”?

I’m sure that you can guess by now that this had to do with creative expression! I have decided to include some nature poetry recitals bonus material for my new poetry book and so I chose to spend a couple of hours recording in the forest.

As I recited one of the poems called “Strong”, a tribute to my late Father, I felt deeply moved and had goosebumps all over me. In fact with each poem that I recited, I felt and sensed a whole rainbow of emotions and and aliveness. I loved the way that my body helped me to communicate the message behind the words and the experience felt very much like channeling.

When I write and recite I am literally alight! Creating poetry is the…

My hope doesn’t disappoint,
let me down ~ never
my hope is a hope
nothing can sever.

For my hope is secure,
in Jesus its anchored
my hope cannot be
by anything hampered.

My hope doesn’t erode,
weaken on me ~ no way
nothing from my hope
can cause me to sway.

For my hope is grounded,
on Jesus my Rock
off of its foundation
I cannot be knocked.

My hope doesn’t disappoint,
let me down, never . . .
for my hope is in Jesus
and will last forever!

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Romans 5.5

And hope maketh not ashamed;
because the love of God is shed
abroad in our hearts by the Holy
Ghost which is given unto us.

Psalm 39:7

And now, Lord, what wait I for?
my hope is in thee.

King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

Lord, give me broken spirit,
one in its self no esteem
one who knows for its sins
only You can redeem.

Let it see it has no worth,
how it is totally wretched
how that for its salvation
to You it’s wholly indebted.

Bring it down to its knees,
let it see its fallen state
so it may find the way
through the narrow gate.

Let it know how bankrupt,
it would be if not for You
how only You can save it
not what it thinks it can do.

Lord give me a broken spirit,
a heart that is contrite
so I may be to You . . .
a sight of pure delight!

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Psalm 51:17

The sacrifices of God are a
broken spirit: a broken and
a contrite heart, O God, thou
wilt not despise.

King James Version
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Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to

Come swim with me in Jupiter’s moons,

roam the red rolling hills of Mars

come back to rest against blue earth.

If on this planet of tears we live

the wind left a letter “I will see you again”,

( though the wind is a most fickle messenger)

I still believe

we will survive

swimming in the sea of one another .

Writing a book does not have to be hard.

For sure it requires patience, commitment and perseverance.

It takes the courage to express, create and share your soul with the world in a vulnerable way.

And this can be a very joyful process!

I have spent the past seven years of my life writing and blogging poetry every single day. I developed this practice on receiving a powerful message to write my feelings down after losing my amazing Father to pancreatic cancer back in 2015.

And now after years of cathartic creation, I am getting so much fulfilment out of finally putting my words into print.

My poetry book is nearly ready to publish and I am savouring the experience. I am thrilled that so many people in my network have been supportive on this journey and are looking forward to reading it.

And everything about this feels so right.