SHADOWS IN JERICHO

 The Treasure Box by Randy Nelsen I had a Treasure Box Filled with Silver, Pearls, and Gold I Had a Treasure Box My Hands would often Hold I liked to watch it sparkle  I held it in the Light I held it in the morning  It even sparkled in the Night

  The Well In The Cave     by Randy Nelsen There was a man who was lost, he was lost in the desert. He had lived in the desert for many years. He lived near a small well of water in a tiny stone cave. This man had to go to the well three times a day to get enough water to survive. The desert was very dry and it never rained.The day finally came when the well began to run dry. The Man became fearful, wondering how he would survive without water. He finally became so weak that he could barely stand up. He started to hallucinate, he started to have visions and dreams of  water, of oceans, and of Rainfall.

  Lanterns & Cobwebs   by Randy Nelsen I saw a Strange Thing today  I walked up to a Door There was a Lantern near The Door The Light was Off The Glass was very Dusty and Clouded I looked through the Glass There was a Cobweb 

  The Broken Chair by Randy Nelsen I Had a Broken Chair I Sat in it all Day It sat On my Front Porch and Watched  The Seasons Pass away It was very Cold Outside Sitting in my Broken Chair But No matter How Cold It Got You could Always Find Me there

Cheap Sunglasses by Randy Nelsen I had a pair of  Cheap Sunglasses So I could have a Little Fun I used to wear them at Night To Hide My Eyes   From the Shadow   In The Son 

On Pain by Khalil Gibran Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

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On Joy and Sorrow Kahlil Gibran Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

On Love When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep, And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

"The Mouse is In The House"        by Randall Nelsen I remember when I was in the Victory Outreach Mens Home. I have a lot of great memories from the time that i spent there, allowing god to restore the Life that I had messed up. I want to share with you a funny story that actually happened while I was living in the home.

Is your Heart A Stereo? Is it Loud or is it Low? Do you keep it hid, or let it show? Is it beating kind of slow? Because of pain or past regret.  Because of what you did, you can't forget. I just want to let you know. There's a key to let it go.  So it can beat and start to flow. Its a name to save your soul It's Jesus Christ who took the blow.  He shed his blood so you may go. To a place high above the clouds.  Where you won't feel any pain. Or shed a tear and feel shame.   Hear his voice and welcome in.  The one who saved you from your sins. Jesus Christ will make you whole If you make your heart his Stereo.

  Three Little Pigs Once upon a time there lived Three little Pigs. Each pig lived in a different kind of House. The first Pig was named Lazy. Lazy Pig lived in a house made of straw.Every day lazy Pig would go out into the Field , to gather straw for his house, but he was always too tired to gather the right amount, so his house was never finished.

It has always been fascinating to me to watch a new house being built. You might drive by a new community development one week and see nothing but a Foundation and an empty lot; and then a month later see the roof being finished. There are so many different styles of homes. There are countless shapes sizes and colors of homes to choose from. There are small quaint looking houses with white picket fences, and there are also three story split wing mansions. You can drive down a street in anywhere USA, and see a dozen different kinds of homes. There is one thing that all houses have in common and that is that they are built according to a specific set of Blueprints.