Not known

Have you ever read this while researching something? For example, "Cause of death, UNKNOWN." or, "There is NO KNOWN cure." Reading this, we can become discouraged. I've even caught myself saying, "Well, there's nothing I can do. Whatever will be, will be." And, I'll admit, I have struggled with this thought, "What can I do? Well, if something turns out good, that's great. But, I'm not expecting anything." Then, when I stop to think about it, there really is NOTHING that I can do. Until recently, thoughts of complacency and failure would plague my mind. Then, a good friend told me this. She told me that the main issue is trust, just to trust. Do I trust that God knows what is best? Do I trust that He will not hurt me? Do I trust that He really work everything out for good? Then, when I thought about it, I added, "Do I believe that God KNOWS?" The trust is the issue. Not whether He WILL or Not. That's up to God. It's just my job to RELY and TRUST on Him. Salvation was only the beginning. Just simple trusting.

Simply trusting every day;

Trusting through a stormy way;

Even when my faith is small,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.Trusting as the moments fly,

Trusting as the days go by,

Trusting Him, whate'er befall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Brightly doth His Spirit shine

Into this poor heart of mine;

While He leads I cannot fall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Singing if my way be clear,

Praying if the path be drear;

If in danger, for Him call,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Trusting Him while life shall last,

Trusting Him till earth is past,

Till His gracious advent call

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Update!

Just wanted to let you al know I might not be posting much here in the near future - my next book is getting written!

The Promise of Death - my poem!

She knew she was going to die
There was nothing she could do.
There was nowhere she could go,
The winds of death over her blew.

She remembered that day
How peaceful it had been
Her family was there,
When the soldiers came in

How they had prayed
To the true and living God
Yet still the soldiers
In her home had trod

The beating and scorn from them came
To her and her family that day
Then the gunshot that followed, allowed to flow
The flood of tears she’d held at bay.

Her father was gone
He died Lying in his blood
That flowed through the cracks
Of the floor made of wood

Her mother and she were led
To a place where they would stay
Along with everyone else of the same birth
“The Jews, They will pay!”

There were so many
Never enough to eat
Sometimes even a piece of bread
Was a perfect treat.

She did not know how much longer
She could bear
To see the bodies of children
In the streets, lying there

Then her day came
She saw the firing squad lift their guns
Yet it seemed that only she saw them
She yelled for everyone to run

O, why had she run
Like a coward that day
She had survived. But she saw
That death made people pay

She saw broken bodies and limbs
In the streets of the ghetto there
Men, women and children
It was more than she could bear

Somehow she watched
As death came closer to her
Time and time again through the war
Of only one thing she was sure

That death was not pretty
It was unbearable
There was nothing glorious or honorable
And no death was desirable

Yet that day had finally come
It was her turn to die
Yet her only regret was that
Before, death had passed her by

Why she would have loved to know
Did I survive while others fell?
She came to the conclusion
That she was others to tell

To tell that war was not lovely
And to tell the story of horror
To tell the story of others
That lived in fear and terror

To describe the feelings for hunger
And the torture pains
To illuminate to those on the outside
Those lives that on the inside were slain

But when death came to knock on her door
She was ready to die
She had no say in anything
But, she was ready to say goodbye

Death had finally come
And she gladly allowed to be taken
To the place of her death
But she knew she was not forsaken


She knew she was going to die
There was nothing she could do.
There was nowhere she could go,
The winds of death over her blew.

She was gone, only her body remained
There, in the forgotten hole
Death had finally come
And had taken its toll

Yet there in heaven she stood
Watching those who had gone before
And death was down on earth
Spinning its likely lore

The lore that death, that it
Was the end
That death
Was the last bend

Then, from up in the sky
She smiled and said
Death, where is thy sting
For we are not dead

We live here as if you never held
Such power and fear
Over us. Here we have everything
Everything we held dear

Everything that you from us took
The lives of family and friends
O, readers, I tell you
That death is not the end.