The Golden Years? (Stairways of Silent Tears)

2 Timothy 2:3 (NLV)

Take your share of suffering as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.


God bless our dear #seniors who have given their lives and have sacrificed so much to raise their families. Seniors need our #love, #care and #companionship. Let us all remember, if the Lord terries one day we to will be a #senior.


Through aged eyes they see strangers,
where is the family that they have borne?

Long hallways of endless panels,
take the place of delightful garden paths

longing for companionship,
an endless stairway of silent tears

The desire to visit the old homestead,
in its place just shadows of the past

Days and weeks blend into years,
happiness fading into loneliness

Gnarled hands that yearn for touch,
once worked hard to raise a family

Straining for sound of child’s footsteps…
only voices of the past linger in their mind

Dear souls who gave so much, now are given less, 
where is the family that they have borne?

So much is taken but how much is given?
love~respect~honour-! this is their right, is their cry

Todays ~ tomorrows turn into yesterdays~
memories they ache to share

Tenderly with helplessness their hearts cry out,
just take a moment~ can you spare a minute?

Through aged eyes they see strangers
Oh where is the family that they have borne?


Stairs of Silent Tears


Ephesians 6:2 (KJV)

Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise;


These years of the elderly, are so fragile and a time in life when they need to be surrounded by #love #family #support #affection and #kindness,. Don’t let their last years of life slip away being left alone left with a “stairway of silent tears” #Help remove the shackles of loneliness and neglect, and replace them with compassion and embrace time spent with them.

God bless


Channels of Grace (Chosen by the Master)

Why do I write?

No credit to the writer or to whom holds the pen, but all honour and glory to the Author of LIFE, the Great Author from Calvary.

Hebrew 12:2 (KJV)
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Its not about how many likes….comments, it is not about, look at me look what I wrote, or how many shares; it’s about that one weary traveler on life’s road ~ their soul catching a familiar scent of encouragement ~ finding that cool refreshing drink of heartening water to quench their thirsty soul! One word, yes one word could be life altering, soul changing, motivate their heart and give them strength to go another mile on life’s road. Thank God for inspirational words ~ a soothing, cooling, cushioned moss.


I sat beside a slough of grace
the reflection of what I seen,
a cross beneath the rippled waters
gazing back at me;

This channel cooled my weary feet
my soul straightway ~ set free to rest,
cooling comfort that brought me joy
a calming deep within my breast

But for a moment I closed my eyes
set down the book I read,
within my heart I voiced a prayer
expression of thanks is what I said;

“Thank you for Thy servants Lord
for soldiers of the cross,
for inspiration that You give
such words a soothing moss”

My feet now set upon the road
for once again I wend my way,
grateful thus a burst of life ~
this journey…
a stem of earth’s bouquet.


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The Absolute (He Knoweth ALL Things)

are all the
hidden bruises ~
left behind
silent crosses ~
engrained with
and pain

are all the
inner thoughts ~
taken residence
hearts theory ~
and conclusions

are all the
silent songs ~
unsung melodies
with LIFE ~
and contentment

There is HOPE, for He knoweth all things.
There is GRACE for His mercy endureth forever.
There is LOVE for on Calvary I was on His mind.


He Knoweth All Things

Heir of Grace

Titus 3:7
That being justified by his grace, we should be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.



The calm of night

comes slowly down

as my heart drifts into prayer,

I stop to ponder

amazing grace

at the cross my soul lays bare;

With humble utterance

the battle spent

I drop all worry care and strife,

I claim the blood

in Jesus name

an heir to eternal life.



Victory! (Death Where is Thy Sting)

Romans 8:11 (KJV)

But if the spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you,
he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken
your mortal bodies by his spirit that dwelleth in you.

Rejoice He liveth forevermore!

The tomb is empty
the Lord hath risen
death where is thy sting?

Triumph victory
the stone has rolled
His saints now sing

The promise of rapture
returning in glory
the saints will rise to meet him

Christ returns
oh hallelujah
with robes of white
we greet Him!


My resurrection and my life! Your word is alive in my heart and I rejoice! You have risen from death and You are my Lord! The stone of sin and doubt have been rolled away! I am a new being in Christ!

Thank you Lord,


Wishing everyone a blessed Easter!

A Ready Heart & Willing Soul

Parchment readied for the quill
prepared by prayer and faith
the word hath fetched a willing heart
established for this race

Such a vessel doth have its dues
the shoulder bares the cross
partaker of the bleeding Lamb
no trial to count a loss

Compelled by God His tender mercies
each inspiration quote and verse
fall fresh upon Thy humble servant
all doubts and fears dispersed


Balancing Life (Portion of Grace)

Hebrews 12:11 (NAS)

 All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful ; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness.



Through life’s rivers I dabble and slosh. At times heavy currents of sin, trials and temptations cause my foothold to slip, becoming unstable ~ unbalanced; it is then my soul ~ my weary worn strained mind surrender ~ become totally reliant on my Rock of Salvation! 


A sharp bend, a few razored stones embedded deep within the river bed; may cause hurt, wounding, cuts, and bruises, even may leave some scarring, but it is the process of healing that generates strength, faith, hope and trust in our Lord. 


Rivers hold various types of rocks and stones, how they are perceived depends on ones observation. My prayer is that I may always look through eyes of FAITH, and not give in to thoughts of doubt. I pray that my hearts selfness will be hushed ~ tuned to the “Still Small Voice”. Through life’s waters, may I be constant drinking deep from the “Springs of LIVING WATER” I pray I may taste of His righteousness and sing of His mercy!


John 4:14 (ESV) 

But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”


Balancing Life’s check book

not always an easy task

debits of sins and daily doubts

create an earthly mask


Adding up all wants and needs

which ones are just and sound

continual prayer and seeking will

blessed credits may be found


Subtracting all the daily dues

from cares to chorus given

forgetting not the silent thoughts

heart memos sent to heaven


What will you find when life is done

and the books have all been known

the life long tally of your soul

as you stand before His throne




Balancing life in this earthly realm becomes a list of priorities ~ a balancing act ~ an equation. I have learned time and time again to be constant in re-evaluating my list, making sure my equation equals the sum of Salvation. Oh…other daily routines, and schedules may have to be laid aside to compensate for my soul needs, but “it will be worth it, every mile of the way”! Family absorbs my heart, love, and time, a very important part of the equation of a balanced life. 


I am a sinner saved by GRACE, a child of God.

I am a wife, a mother to my children.

I am a writer, an encourager through God’s promises.


“Through the grace of our Lord I strive to be the best I can be”



Anchored in omniscience

I rest in the Almighty

my fashioned ideas give way to

promises and precepts

my Alpha and Omega of creation

the foundation of my thoughts

what will I do,~

with my portion of grace?

such opportunities

with no perchance

I continue living by faith

an overcomer

in His good pleasure!


Kathy J Snow



Life (Envisioned Beauty)





Jesus is mine





promise of

face to face





psalms of

praise to Him




by footprints


blood of Calvary



my life


on the 

pages of



















The Morning After Grace

Dusk dissolves fetching 

shadows of darkness

pockets of doubt 

creating fear

powerless to visualize 

soul seeks calvary

bloody footprints

stain the soul 


Imprints of mercy

mark the path

leading to 

deliverance ~ salvation 

channelled by grace

the heart vacant

of transgression 

    envisions His beauty










November Winds ( Cloak of Mercy)

Last of the leaves

cling to life

although the earth is calling

it’s chilled and needs

covers of colour

layered of warmth

a blanket of Autumn


Composed with ease

they flutter and dance

to the song 

of November winds

tis like my heart

when lit with love

it sings with grace


Winds of November

now bare the tree

branches now exposed 

vulnerable yet steadfast

perch for weary wings

graced by sparrows

celebrate given life 


Last of my will

clings to self

I hear the Saviour call

the chill of snare

in need of prayer

layered by faith

a blanket of strength


Winds of November

warm my soul

with promised slumber

 life born of spring

no chill extends 

the soul is cloaked

His mercy covers



Kathy J Snow©


Amos 4:13

For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind And declares to man what are His thoughts, He who makes dawn into darkness And treads on the high places of the earth, The LORD God of hosts is His name.