My Bible is Like a Computer ~

My Bible is like a computer,
God is the Father board
where all His personal data
is backed up, saved and stored.

When I boot up the Good Book,
there’s a full menu bar to look at
a list of His commands pop up
so with God I can have a chat.

There are plenty of applications,
that I always have access to
I paste them to my clipboard
for future studying and review.

Each verse has it own control key,
that keeps me pressing on . . .
I sort them in my soul’s hard drive
and burn them on my heart’s CD ROM.

Sometimes my memory is short,
and I can’t remember a Scripture
so I launch my anti-verse program
to debug the fuzzy picture.

When I feel like I’m freezing up,
or when I’m feeling fragmented
I search for my favorite passages
to ensure a crash is prevented.

I still have a lot of virtual memory,
to download and file all I’ve learned
so I’ll install an anti-sin protector
to insure I don’t crash or burn.

My uninterruptible power source,
has its own surge suppressor
and I count on the Holy Bible
to be my anti-Christ protector.

My Bible is like a computer,
it has a powerful control panel
the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
is all my database will handle!

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Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka

Lord, Take Him off The Couch

Lord, take him off the couch,
and put him in the game
let him suit up and come to church
so he can be in Your hall of fame.

I know he’s ready to play,
so put him in the opening string
let him make the first throw
so he’ll come to church and sing.

Lord, give him the red flag,
let him see his every passing foul
give him some time-outs too
so he can see he’s gone afoul.

Give him the football,
let him run up and down the field
just get him to church today
so his heart  ~ to You he will yield.

Lord, let him make the last catch,
the last play or the final goal
Lord, just get him off the couch
so You can win ~ his heart and soul!

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Every women’s prayer for their
unsaved or lost . . . football loving,hubby!

Jingle Blues

Here is something just for fun . . . 

 

Dashing to the mall
in a luxury automobile
over the freeway I crawl
complaining all the way
horns of irritation blow
making me feel uptight
oh what pain it is to shop
at six- o’clock at night.

Jingle blues, jingle blues
complaining all the way
oh what a mess it is to ride
on the holiday express.

A season or two ago,
I thought I’d quit this dash
and then I was told
I didn’t need the cash
a credit card will do
to get me a lot of stuff
with no interest charges
for that enticing touch.

Jingle blues, jingle blues
complaining all the way
oh what a mess it is to ride
on the credit card express.

A season or two ago,
I thought I was through
dashing to Black Friday sales
but my Christmas list grew
and now I find myself
fighting traffic in my car
inching along the way
not getting very far
and I ~ I just got to shop!

Jingle blues, jingle blues
complaining all the way
oh what a mess it is to ride
on the bankrupt express.

Now my face is white,
as I look at all the bills
to pay back what I owe
gives me the chills
so from now I am paying cash
to Christmas debt I’m going to cede
no more debit and credit cards
and I hope you’ll take my lead.

Jingle bliss, jingles bliss,
I have nothing more to fear
oh what joy it will be . . .
to have no Christmas debt next year!

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Copyright 2012
Deborah Ann Belka