Rain on the Windshield

Reminiscing while driving

Past the rolling fields of gold,

Remembering the times we shared together,

The stories that were told.

The black tar is steaming,

By the heat of the day,

The dark clouds are rolling in

For rain is on the way.

It's been seven lonely years

Since you were taken away.

The cancer took your precious life

On that cool, sad Autumn day.

I'm listening to the radio,

The preacher's sermon is great,

He said,” Seek God for your comfort,

Just take time to pray."

The rain begins falling

As I pray to my Lord.

I explain how I lost you,

And, how you were my world.

His voice was like thunder,

He said, “Life is a whim,

Be at peace my dear child,

You will see him again."

I feel a sense of great peace

And I've come to realize,  

That wasn't rain on the windshield,

But those were tears in my eyes.

                           By, Michael A. Wiggs

Caylee's Psalm

At two years old, she lost her life
By her mothers hands.
Ceased the last breath,
Mother gave her.
Her life slipped through God's hands.

Caylee died by the one she loved,
The mother she held so dear.
When her child lost her precious life,
She didn't shed a tear!

We know you're safe in our Father's hands,
With Angels by your side.
Truly living, dancing, singing,
With Angels way up high!

You were just a baby, you touched our lives,
Your story has been told.
We will remember you, for years to come,
And when you walked through those gates of Gold.

                            By, Michael A. Wiggs

Child in Need

There is a boy at the market,

Asking for food.

A little girl on a porch swing

In a somber mood.

In desperate need of kindness

They yearn from their hearts.

In a world of such turmoil,

Their lives have been torn apart.

Their daddy's not working

And mom's in her grave.

Their daddy can't stop drinking.

And mommy could not be saved.

Where is the compassion

God showed us that day;

The selfless loving sacrifice

His son had to pay.

A grandfather tells a story

To the woman he loves,

Rubbing her hand as gently

As two courting doves.

She's losing the battle

She once fought so strong.

Grandpa knows grandma

Has not very long.

Real soon comes the holiday

Of Christmas, my friend.

Let's give to the needy,

And this gift will transcend.

Let's help these families,

Bring hope in their lives.

Grandparents and children,

Husbands and wives.

                         By, Michael A. Wiggs

The Flame

Deep within my intellect burns a raging fire which cannot be extinguished by the power of my own will. A fire which guides me to climb the highest mountain, to reach beyond the limits of my physical being.

It freed me from the braces I wore on my legs and allowed me to run along side my siblings. It allows me to courageously face all internal and external conflicts with complete and utter passion.

When I feel like conceding, the flame burns brighter and coerces my spirit to fight for what is good. It fills me with compassion for the less fortunate and the desire to protect children and the elderly. It taught me to love those who are my friends and those who are my enemies.

This glorious flame gives me the tenacity to fight for those who are oppressed but to proceed in a peaceful manner. It taught me that wars can be won without weapons of violence and that love will always over hate.

What exactly is this flame and where did it come from? For it is the majestic power and love of God that made its home in my heart.

                                                              By, Michael A. Wiggs

The Branch

The Lord is a branch and I, a leaf that shelters it. He nourishes my spirit with waters from heaven so I may flourish to beget new offspring in his name. He holds me tightly as storms approach and flexes to give way to the torrential winds.

He is the foundation that keeps me anchored to the promise of eternal life. Without him, I would wither away, fall to earth and turn to dust in the ground. He taught me the great power of his love by his heroic and selfless sacrifice.

He shows me how faith will overcome all trials that I have come to face in my life. When darkness overcomes me, he illuminates my spirit with the power of the sun. When it seems I have lost my way, he leads me to my destination by the mapping of the stars.

Jesus Christ is the instrument of all that is good and I shall follow him intently, each and every day of my life.

                                                      By, Michael A. Wiggs

My Baby's Song

She thinks I can pick up mountains

And walk on the deepest of seas

Walk through a column of fire

Handle all problems with ease

My princess says daddy can run fast

Shoot out the stars in the sky

Turn off the light on a bright moon

Make twinkles in her beautiful eyes

She tells friends I protect her from monsters

They run when I walk in her room

I can make clouds move with a whisper

Sweep floors without using a broom

My lullabies can’t be sung better

By anyone better than me

My kiss on her cheek brings her comfort

My touch helps my baby go to sleep

If only she knew of my weakness

The tears I cried at her birth

The pain I’d feel if I lost her

My life would no longer have worth

My strength is to know that she loves me

Determination when I look in her eyes

Perseverance just to know I’m her daddy

Weakness when she tells me goodbye

By, Michael A. Wiggs

I Only Call on Jesus

I only call on Jesus when darkness comes to life,

When fear and pain control me, when all I see is strife.

I call upon his glory, but blame him when I’m sad,

I tell him how much I love him, but blame him when I’m mad.

I don’t need him when it’s sunny, and I curse his name to hell;

But beg for his forgiveness, after all is well.

Jesus is my Savior, He saved me from the flames;

Even while I cursed him, and He was who I’d blamed.

It’s time to thank you Jesus, for staying at my side,

For showing grace and holding me, all those times I cried.

My life is bright and festive now, but still wish to concede

That you are my Great Holy One; I believe, I believe, I believe.

                                                             By, Michael A. Wiggs

Lord Come Save Us

There are many, with bloody, calloused hands,

And there are others, who go against Gods’ commands.

Oh Father, come and save us from above.

Dear God, come save us with your love.

There are earthquakes destroying anothers land;

A one time paradise, now tattered by blowing sand.

Oh Father, send us your white winged doves.

Dear God, come save us with your blood.

A child suffers, at the hands of his father.

A mother starves her young and helpless daughter.

Oh Father, come enslave us with your love.

Dear God, come save us with your love.

There is sickness, where we need life.

We need peace, where there is strife.

Oh Father, come and save us; for you are loved.

Dear God, come save us from this flood.

We are lost and struggling to be found.

We have fallen and cannot get off the ground

Oh Father, send down Angels with their love.

Dear God, we are desperate your love.

                          By,  Michael A. Wiggs

Slave Boy

Zareb drags a stick along the shore,

Pursuing crabs and fish

A little boy so blithe and free

Doing as he wished.

Along the scope and drawing near

A ship comes to and fro

He runs along to warn the tribe

And let his parents know.

Men clutch their spears and prepare for war

The ghosts are near the shore

They’ve come to steal our liberty

Under the guise they’re here to explore.

Inside the jungle are other tribes

They trade slaves for cloth and gold

To be taken to a foreign land

Greased up and bought and sold.

Zareb hid deeply in the bush

He saw his parents caught

They were shackled to a heavy chain

A rusted iron wrought.

He couldn’t let his parents leave

Without their only son

He charged the ship and screamed for them

But was ceased and beat, then shunned.

He charged again but was slammed to the ground

His breath knocked from his guts

Zereb gazed up, with so much rage

Filled sand within his clutch.

He cast the sand upon the eyes

Of the wicked, white skinned man

Ran up the plank to mom and dad

And grabbed his mother’s hand.

The captain waved to let him on

And said, “He’ll be sold at cost.”

Zareb wrapped himself among the chains

In fear that he’d be tossed.

The captain stopped and scratched his head

He just couldn’t understand

Why a child would risk his life

To be enslaved like mom and dad.

His heart was struck by a jolting bolt

That shot from air to sea,

This little boy saved all enslaved

For the captain had set them free.

Don’t ignore the calls from God

He sometimes works through man.

Zareb the little enslaved boy

Was a tool of dear God’s hand.

                                            

                                By, Michael A. Wiggs

Words

Take in only words from that which is good; that way, only words of love and wisdom can restate back out of your mouth. Savor the wondrous taste of God’s word and share these fruits with your fellow man.   

                                                                                                           By Michael A. Wiggs

Real Man

A real man will utter the words, "I love you", to a friend. He will yell it from the highest mountains without the fear of insult or regret.
                                                                                                   By, Michael A. Wiggs

Fear Not

Our Father speaks against fear over and over throughout the word. Fear not the evil which surrounds us; for He is always here to protect us from defeat. The only fear we shall preserve, is the fear we have of our Father. This fear, my friends, is knowing that He can destroy all which he has created in the blink of an eye. If we live as God has commanded, all will be good.              

                                                                                                                        By, Michael A. Wiggs

His Grace

He who spits fire of deceit and hatred, shall forever stand outside the gates of heaven and watch those he has burned, enter through those gates to be with God. He who purses his lips and asks for forgiveness shall see grace from the Lord.

His Offerings

Let your sack be filled with all God’s glorious offerings; His knowledge, grace and love will weigh you down. Fill it with faith, truth and all knowing, that His Son has risen to bring us back to grace. Dance in His glory, fall to your knees in His presence; raise your hands in worship and know that He was the One who carried us.

                                                                                    By, Michael A. Wiggs

My Final Breath

My heart beat silenced and mine eyes closed to blindness; my reality flashed quickly before my eyes. Images of past experiences, good and bad, read like chapters from a book. Soon after, the darkness brought pain though my naval, and it spread like wildfire throughout my temple. I began praying to our Father, begging for His grace; hoping He would hear my cry. Suddenly, an overwhelming coldness entered through my naval and swiftly smothered those flames. Along with the peaceful, healing breeze, came a light. It shone as a pin prick and became larger and larger until it smothered me in all its glory. I stopped praying and it spoke to me without words, but with emotions. It said, “You are forgiven! Now go home and tell your story. Lead others to the truth that I am real. Just plant a seed and I will take over, my son.”   

                                                                       By, Michael A. Wiggs

He is Good

So poignant are the times we now live in. The poverty and violence among nations is killing the children of God. Our flesh is failing us and we need to rise against this malevolence in the name of God. For it was His will to grant us a will of our own. We need to rise, fight and defeat these iniquities in His name. For He is good and victory will fill our spirits.  

                                                                                                           By, Michael A. Wiggs

Turbulent Storms

When turbulent storms arise in the valley of darkness, and the raging river of fear overwhelms you; reach for the heavens and know that God will calm those waters. Know with all your very being that He is real and His radiance will light your way.

Psalms of the Homeless

This city is my home, broken bottles, littered streets, shadows of rats larger than tomcats.

My bed made of cardboard, my pillow of pavement, my blanket of plastic to keep me dry from the summer rains.

People pass me on the street, walking briskly and looking the other way.

Could it be this stench ridden, mildew stained suit I am wearing with holes in the knees and elbows?

Some occasionally shout for me to get a job.

Should I wear this wonderful suit I found in a Salvation Army donations box?

 Maybe I will put down my home address as The Alley Between Wall and 22^nd Streets.

 I will just have to inform them that the mailman doesn’t deliver.

 I wonder if they would mind if I have my best-friend come along?

 His name is Jim Beam and he brings out the best of me.

Without him, I wouldn’t be capable of doing my job, but with him, they would not employ me.

I am dispirited by the life I endure, full of despair, loss of dignity and no loved ones to turn to in my moment of down for the count.

Dear God, in this moment of crisis, I turn to you.

Pick me up and carry me until my calloused feet take root in the foundation of your path of righteousness.

                                                                                By, Michael A. Wiggs

My Lost Valentine

Alone in her house again, reminiscing about Valentine's from the past, wishing, dreaming that he was in her arms again.

The radio plays songs of sweet lost loves while she sits still, looking at the photos hanging on her walls.

Just over the fireplace is the photo of her one and only true love,

her knight in shining armor.

She remembers how he made her laugh when she was sad, how he covered her in his arms when her emotions were fragile.

 As tears stream down her face, she remembers her trip to the skating rink , when she fell on the ice. He came over and knelt down to ask her if she was alright. He reached out his hand for hers and helped her to her feet. His smile so loving and sincere, such warmth it brought to her spirit.

"Why did he have to go", she asks. Her pain turns to anger...

Her hands close tightly and cover her face as tears flow and drop onto her breasts.

"Why did you leave me, what did I do to deserve this?" She covers her head in the now tattered pillow he gave her many years ago.

She closes her eyes and prays, " Lord, he was my life, my love and my future."

Suddenly, she feels a warmth and subtle peace overcome her spirit.

She hears a voice coming from beyond, " My precious child, the wonderful man was taken from you because his work on earth was complete. He could not have been a more perfect man, a perfect father. Your dad raised you better than my expectations and he is now with me  watching over you...."

                                                                                                         By, Michael A. Wiggs        

The Wish

I made a wish at early light

that I could get a new red bike

it was my birthday the first of May

my wish came true late in the day

I’ve been real good at home, in school

I share my float when in the pool

I do my school work, make good grades

Every morning my bed is made.

I hug daddy and match his socks

I always listen when he talks

I help mommy fold the clothes

When I sniffle, I blow my nose.

I say my prayers when I go to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And when I pray, I make a wish

That God will one day give me a sis.

I’m very patient when I ask

It isn’t such an easy task

But when I wait and not complain

I know the wish I soon will gain.

                       By, Michael A. Wiggs

Bestow Unto Me

Allow I to seek the beauty within others. Grant others to quest the grace I hinder in my body, soul and spirit. For splendor lies beyond body and rests dormant within our consciousness......
    Grant I the love and toleration for the human race. Bestow unto me the power to abolish deceit and malignity from my intellect.......
    Allow I to reason with those of  whom I may not agree. Present to me my purpose, my nature for being conceived.......
    Allow my purpose to bloom abruptly so I may do more in my fleeting, God given, gift of life......                                           Michael A. Wiggs

Faith Unbroken

Be it known to all that my faith shall not be broken. No man will profit against my spirit, for my father which art in heaven tells me so. No longer will mans oppression cause grief in my heart. His deceit and malignity shall be brought forth so others may witness his guilt. My heart is concealed behind my Lord's staff, you shall not destroy the strength God has granted me........
To those who have forsaken my spirit, lend me your ear," You are forgiven". Let this be a lesson to all, Although my temple is scarred, my faith is intact, my spirit is immortal and my soul is strengthened beyond mans fiendish means to destroy it........
To those who carry the same scars, you shall overcome all transgressions used against you but the great power and glory of Jesus Christ........     
                                                                Michael A. Wiggs

The Raging Fire

Deep within my intellect, burns a raging fire which cannot be extinguished, even by the power of my own will. A fire which guides me to climb the highest mountain, reaching beyond the physical limits of my being.
    It freed me from the braces I wore on my legs and allowed me to run alongside my siblings. It allows me to face all internal and external conflicts with complete and utter passion.
    When I feel like conceding, it burns brighter and coerces my spirit to fight for all that is good. This flame gives me compassion for the less fortunate and the desire to protect children and the elderly. It allows me to love those who are friends and those who are my enemies.
     This flame gives me the fuel of tenacity to fight for those who are oppressed but to proceed in a peaceful manner. It shows me how wars can be won without violence and that love can prevail over hate.
     What exactly is this flame and from where are it's origins? For it is the majestic power and love of God that has made its place in my heart.
                                                                 Michael A. Wiggs

Live Your Dreams

Do not hesitate to live your dreams, put action to those unfulfilled wishes you so sincerely desire.Nothing on this earth can prevent you from climbing the highest mountain.......All you need to do is believe in yourself and act upon your ambitions. Dream, believe and act upon your goal. Never.......ever give up....If you fall, get back up and try again. Falling is not failure, quitting is.....
                                                                                                          By, Michael A. Wiggs   

Crucifiction

Sun sets to blindness, for thy cannot be seen, but by the bird of night, my Lord.
The dusk has thee smothered, break free, break free if thy can.
Knelt behind this stone, I am concealed from the savage of shining silver.
 Lift thy head and show me thy sight, please do not empty thy lungs of holy breath.
Oh, father, I believe, I believe.
Haste from that timber before me, for I have come with bread and water.
Do not die for the sins I have committed.
Mine heart is heavy with guilt my Lord, for I am the reason thou suffer.
Suffer not for the iniquities of myself and the children of the world.
Allow I to be crucified in thy place, for there, is the place I have garnered.
Liberate thy pierced hands, thy instruments of miraculous healing.
Loosen the nails that hold thy feet, tread hastily off the timber that retains thee, and continue thy walk of righteousness.  


                                                                                             By, Michael Wiggs   

Life

Life is as a feather wandering aimlessly in a ruthless stream guided only by obstacles it makes contact with. At times, it floats serenely, taking in the beauty of all of God's creation, while others times, struggling to keep afloat in this hectic, unforgiving world.
                                                                                                Michael A.Wiggs

Crucified

He lay on the cross with arms spread
And hands nailed. His head dropped
With Inability to hold it up on his own.
With thorns surrounding his skull, only he
Could describe the agony for which his
Temple was suffering. A spike was violently
Forged through those feet of many traveled miles.
With no strength to hold up his frame to cease the
Tearing of his muscles, he suffered as he watched
The ascent of the sun and it's rapid descent to
Night. His side was savagely pierced to cease the
Rhythm of his sacrificial heart. Our Christ
Suffered for our iniquities, not his. Such love he has
For the children of God. Jesus endured such torment
To cleanse our hearts. Isn't this reason enough to make
A simple sacrifice to live heavenly for our Lord?


                                                By, Michael A. Wiggs

Wish

I made a wish at early light
that I could get a new red bike
it was my birthday the first of May
my wish came true late in the day

I've been real good at home, in school
I share my float when in the pool
I do my school work, make good grades
Every morning my bed is made.

I hug daddy and match his socks
I always listen when he talks
I help mommy fold the clothes
When I sniffle, I blow my nose.

I say my prayers when I go to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And when I pray, I make a wish
That God will one day give me a sis.

I'm very patient when I ask
It isn't such an easy task
But when I wait and not complain
I know the wish I soon will gain.
                            Michael Wiggs

I Am Nothing Without Him

I am rain that falls from the sky,
Yet, God is the beautiful blue ocean that catches my fall.
I am a leaf floating blindly along rapids,
Yet, He is the rock that guides me though the turbulent waters.
I am the boat that drifts across the sea,
Yet, He is the sail and the wind that guides me.
I am absolutely nothing without Him,
Yet, with Him...I am.

          Michael A. Wiggs