Pretenders

Oh the pretenders,
Not knowing who they are.
Always looking for, who sets the bar.

Don’t have to look far, you know who you are.
A fake, a phoney, it’s such a facade.

All about the show, and who you know.
Can’t go too far, with others setting the bar.

Oozing false confidence. But where is the balance?
No balance here, just teetering and tottering.

Can’t you see, this life is broke?!
Life like this, is such a joke.

Now pick up the pace, get in the race.
Don’t look at others, run the race at your pace.

Gifts and dreams to call your own.
God’s shaping, guiding and He’s molding.

Don’t look at others to imitate.
Your unique, so embrace your fate.

Jesus Christ, lived His life,
made us kin, yep, welcomed us in.

Into God’s Storehouse and He wants you to use,
all of the gifts that He’s given to you.

Not somebody else, already got that worked out.

Not all are alike, God makes us all different,
Unique and dynamic yet with no division.

United as one, we’re on a mission,
God leading the way, till that mission is finished.

…Jenn the Fair…

Love myself!?❣️

God, is my Everything

Lord,
You overwhelm me,
with Your Grace.

While drowning in

Your ocean of grace,
It’s so peaceful, and I can’t wait.

Breathing saved for later.
Completely saturated.

Falling deeper and deeper,
into Your Grace.


Bottomless depths and neverending shorelines.
Keep falling and falling.


No bottom to Your Grace.
So enlace me Lord,
with Your Grace.

Intertwine me.
God,
You are mine.

So drown me Lord don’t want to come up.
Up for air, the world is lost.

Gotta take a deep breath,
cause I’m going back under.
Your Grace is all encompassing.
So I need not wonder.

Which area of life are You in?
Your In it all Lord,
You are my everything.

Prodigal son’s

While waiting for God’s timing.
I will keep on rhyming.

I’ve come out of hiding.
Stopped all the fighting.

Now God has got me shining.
Joy fills my air.

For Jen the fair is now aware.
God’s Love surrounding,
forever binding.

God’s blessings, abounding.
Part of God’s army.

Full Armour of God
Protect the outside.

While God’s Holy Spirit,
on the inside
Fills me up, builds me up
and takes the enemy down.

May Your Kingdom come
And Your Will be done.

Lord, come to earth,
God’s precious SON.

When Lord,

You say.

“OK, IT’S TIME!”

“Now my children, Come on home.
The work is finished,
My prodigal son’s.”

Watching the Sinking ship

Sinking ship,

Full of anger and pride.

Can’t go on, for it weighs a ton.

Going under,

pull out all the stops!

Bully her,

chain her,

shut her up.

What happened?

This used to work!?

Not anymore,

No more abuses!

Filled with joy,

nothing can destroy.

God’s Holy Spirit,

leading the charge.

Use me Lord,

in leaps and bounds.

God heard my cries.

Heard my S.O.S.

For in my distress,

God fixed my mess.

Didn’t save the ship,

but tossed me a life saver.


Grabbed hold, feeling bold with God’s confident favor.

Love the way, My lifes unfolding.
It’s God’s Hand, that I’m holding.

God molds, prunes

and refines me.

Only God can truly define me.

Identity in Christ,

For this is Right.

Jesus,

The One Who,

paid the price.

Died for all,

now hear His call.

Serve Him well and
May God’s Kingdom come.

Come today,

come tomorrow,

May Your Will be done,

all over.

Bye bye, ship,

you had your time.

Surrender to God,
Don’t be blind.

Feeling Joy


Feeling Joy
I know You’re here.
If You weren’t
I would feel fear.

I feel You close.
Not to boast.
I’ve loved You
Most.
And now it shows.

Your glory abounding
All around me.
It’s You, i
Feel deep in my core.
This feeling,
I can not Ignore.

Of
God’s Holy Spirit
I want more and more.

So fill me Lord
Even more.

Until
I’m spilling over.
Into Your people,
Of whom You adore.

Pride is your bride

Pride is your bride.
All dressed up, nice.

Love her well.
Keep her in a protective shell.

Puffed up and proud.
Being really loud.

Standing tall and proud.
Standing out in the crowd.

Enjoy her by your side. Hold on tightly.
Don’t let go, or life, Might bite ya.

Proud, bold and big.
Always acting like a pig.

Who are you, but in my way?
No time for you, now run away!

Humility reigns not pride and boasting.
Jesus showed us the way.
So who are you joking?

Not fooling anyone, but yourself.
Pride and boasting are wack.
So please stop all of that.

Humble yourself, not to me
But the Lord.
To do anything else,
You just can’t afford.

Jesus paid the price, now follow Him
Not boasting but with humility.

Head held low, yet looking up.
To the ONE who gave us Life and Stuff.

Noah the memory capturer

Noah the memory capturer.

Noah, the memory capturer.

He captures sounds, songs and words.

Words that we have heard before.

Who is that huffing and puffing?

Is that you, PaPa, Dad, dear, Uncle Jeff!?

Did I just hear NaNa, say 

“what”, “I love you” and “huff”?

Couldn’t be, for she has left.

I’m sure that if you listen enough,

You’ll hear a lot more stuff.

As we lose our loved ones,

One at a time, we realize

Their precious lives.

How much they mean

Should be seen, in

actions, words and other deeds.

If you need reminding

Of the preciousness of life.

Ask Noah, for he has captured,

All of the background chatter.

In God’s Holy Grasp

Lord, You have handled me
with such gentleness and care.
In my despair, You truly care,
won’t leave me here, no time to spare.

God’s changing me, this I can see.
Not comfortable, but necessary.
One step at a time, with God’s Hand in mine.

May my life and Yours be intertwined,
till my life is Yours Lord, not mine.

For them to see You, is my heart’s plea.
Don’t know what I’m doing.
Lord, You’ve wiped the slate clean.

Start over, now!
But how!?

“I’ve got you Jen, Now just listen.
I AM your friend, don’t you understand?
Loved you from the start, from the beating of your heart.
You’ve been walking at a distance, slowly filling the gap.”

Now so close, all I see,
is God’s Holy Spirit, working in me.
Narrowed sight, honing in on God, all I see is Him, now.

Where do I start? At the beginning!?

Not at all, God’s been on a roll.

For God’s not yet, called me home.
So do His work, with Love and Strength.
From God’s storehouse, my Righteous Bank.

This world is, a tough one to break. Filled with chaos, strife and hate.

The world is gone, it’s depleted me.
Filled up by God, for He is my NEED.

Things of the world, yes are neat.
But of God, I will keep.

Keep Him close, never stray.
In God’s Holy Grasp, is where I’ll stay.