With each step I falter, Lord
But I believe in You
I know that You love me
And I love you too
I believe in Your majesty
I believe in Your creativity
Awesome settings given
Through Your directive power
Each morning, I see Your power
Your artwork on display
I hear Your birds singing
I know You hear them when they pray
I believe in You
I believe in Jesus
I believe You love me
I believe in love
Unseen assailant force
Pushing me back with each step
Preventing my breath
One's choice spotlights the steps,
One's steps lights the path. Keep movin'
Cause stillness don't save you, Nobody's
Out here gets a prototype.
Most days you move cause standing still
Still hurts intensely.
Life hands out shadows, corners you can't
Recognize, faces that changes cover up.
But choices?
They're lodestars small ones.
The kind that sparkles when you shak'em
But still exhibits something real.
Take one step- The ground shows it's face.
Take another- The byways stops
Misrepresenting. It ain't about being brave
It ain't about being perfect. It's about
Confessing.
" I'm done wasting time for clarity to come find
Me".
Every move an individual makes glows a
Itty-bitty more of the way.
Even wrong turns educate you where not to go
Make an exit.
So you choose
You learn
You grow
And the next steps glows just enough for you
To keep walking.
Looking back on how far I’ve come,
God’s kept his promise and word.
Overwhelmed with joy and gratitude,
Experiencing the opposite of expectations.
His faithfulness and goodness is unmatched,
I’m so confused had to do a head scratch.
Falling on my knees prayer form,
Giving you honor and praise is my norm.
I’ve been desiring this for the longest,
Now it’s happening with little stress.
Like, how are you this good to me?
Blessing me in ways that I can’t believe.
Overwhelming satisfaction fills my soul,
Your spirit keeps me intact and whole.
Urging me to remain on this path,
Progressing and excelling task by task.
As the moment arrives ever closer,
The weight is rising on my shoulders.
I know I’m prepared for this occasion,
Leaving children is not his reputation.
Bring them here!
Even from the ends of the earth.
Let them speak if they could,
Of these feats, acts and truth!
Who gathered the grains of the earth,
And scattered them across the face of the deep?
Do you know who? Step forward!
Step forward and speak!
Who said to the proud waves of the sea, "Enough!"
Making the foundations of the earth its boundary.
If you know who, step forward!
Step forward and speak!
Who wove the mountains and the rocks,
Molten and fire fanned until they were strong!
If you know, who step forward!
Step forward and speak!
At whose voice does the East wind skip,
Like a lover to her bridegroom sprint!
If you know who, step forward!
Step forward and speak!
Whose fingers fashioned Pleaides and Orion,
At whose voice does Bootes shimmer and leap?
If you know who, step forward!
Step forward and speak!
Who is the source and the resource,
Even the completion of all that His Glory wrought?
If you know who, step forward!
Step forward and speak!
18"26
The tides have hit this wall for years,
leaving barnacles and salty tears.
The base is slick, the concrete's old,
washed by waters dark and cold.
I stand right here where wet sand meets the green,
staring up at what cannot be seen.
The first two steps are treacherous and wet,
the scariest strides I haven't taken yet.
My knees are shaking, the air is chill,
but in the quiet, Your whisper says 'Be Still'
I want to see the landing at the top,
to know it is safe before I try to hop.
Love doesn't ask for a map or a light,
it just asks for trust in the middle of the night.
I won't look up at the edge of the sky,
or ask You the secrets of 'where' or of 'why'
I'll just look at Jesus and breathe in His peace
and feel all my trembling and heavy doubts cease.
One slippery step of faith. My foot's on the stone.
I'm walking with You, Lord I am not alone.
"The heavy gates have finally latched behind you; the debt of your struggle is paid in full with blood and time. As you step through those golden doors, I offer you this parting gift: the quiet, shimmering realization that you are finally free. Go—and do not look back."
with every step I gingerly take
I have ankle-breaking potential
thanks to my dog’s obsession with digging
If I do fall into one of his holes, I will be buried alive
clods of dirt flying into my face from his back paws
right now I am sitting at my outside table
which used to be safe
not anymore
it now has six giant holes surrounding the perimeter
My left foot just got whipped into the air by his massive neck
because he is digging a hole under my right foot
What did I just step in
It’s sticky and dark brown
I’m trying to walk really fast
But it just keeps slowing me down.
What did I just step in
Is it chocolate or brown glue
Whatever it is it’s sure stuck fast
Right there upon my shoe.
What did I just step in
Is it natural or some waste
Shall I quickly stick my finger in
And have a little taste?
Tasting to identify
Isn’t something you should do
Especially when it turns out
To really be dog poo!
She's four, explores the world.
Divine the awe in this child's eye.
Magic lives in her mind.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
There is a place, reserved for you and me,
put your best foot forward, if you wanna see.
Walk each day in the moment, as you go,
compassion, forgiveness and peace we must show.
We must have something, that the world does need,
we can’t give out, what others truly feed.
We can take a man to dinner, still can’t make him eat.
give a man a table, a place to put his feet.
Those words we give, are a seed unto the heart,
fill them with joy and love, peace, they will take part.
The world needs more understanding, forgiveness everywhere,
to do good things, is our cross to bare.
One by one, two by two, step by step you see,
there is a place, reserved, for you and me.
a Madagascar hissing cockroach fell in love with me at the dance
He chose me as his partner, and admired the way I prance
Just don’t step on me, he cautioned, as we did some loopsy-loops.
I was weirded out of course, and took a hard step……ooops!
As I’ve watched my children,
and my grandchildren grow up
I am grateful that I have been around
to enjoy all the steps they have been taking…
And I look forward to enjoying
the steps they take from here…
and all the steps our great-granddaughter will me making.
He's a bold man, very brave
So he blaze just like fire
Igniting the dark
Showing impact
Creating new paths
Breaking and creating new records
Shinning unapologetically
But never did he disparage anyone.
He's a blaze man
He blase
Always in his basement
Minding his business
Just like Jehovah witness
He doesn't joke with his findings
He hates intimidation
Living life step by step without limitations.
He's a blaze man
He's crazy about life
Not lazy with his dealings
His words are healing
Don't easily catch feelings
But when he does it's so real
He's so edifying
He always rectifies disputes.
Lazy folks design better mousetraps
Industrious folks bring them to market
Money-hungry promoters hawk ‘em
Insecure consumers gobble ‘em up
America lurches on its way
Two steps sideways
A step in the bucket
Trust turns to dust
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