tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956715341896884502024-02-20T10:19:38.457-08:00The Prairie MailKerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-78476707276857798132012-05-27T22:48:00.001-07:002021-11-11T16:46:36.413-08:00My Testimony May 2012 new update Careful Graphic Read With Care Survivor Friends!!<b>Journey To Find A Father’s Love</b>
When I was only 5 days old, my biological parents were killed in a car crash. I was the only survivor. I have only vague memories of being alone and scared for what seemed like forever. I was taken to the foster home from the hospital I guess after recovering from the car crash where I would later be adopted around age 9. I grew up, in what looked like a normal home on the outside, and when we were out in public. On the inside, when no one was watching, the lives of us 4 children were Hell. My Mom was terrified of my Dad, with good reason. She was allowed to raise us Catholic, to look normal to the outside world, learning about Jesus, my Grandmother's unconditional love for me, my Mom's struggles to protect me, and all of us; although she was helpless most of the time, and, you may not believe this, but I know it to be true in faith, the Archangel Gabriel, helped me to survive my Dad's extreme cruelty. He was, and for all I know, still is the High Priest of a satanic cult, I walked away from it at 18, and I've never looked back. I was quiet, shy and sensitive as a child anyways, so that made my suffering much greater then it would have been for a louder, more outgoing, and less sensitive child. I was also small for my age, and underweight, until I was around 11 years old. My Dad started when I was just 2 months old with fondling and penetrating me with fingers -- front and back -- I was gagged tightly so I wouldn’t cry as a young baby – I soon learned not to cry as an older baby – as I was beaten for crying -- all I have is the knowledge in my mind – body memories that were there have been healed – thank you Jesus, but I remember in truth. This was quite a shock to me, as for many years, certainly from the first few years when I started having memories of childhood around 1986-1990 I believed that it started when I was 3 months old, with Dad just fondling me, until I was 2 years old, until this week of May 21-27, 2012. Gabriel came to me, and led me to a beautiful garden surrounded by healing white light, he taught me how to create different personalities, to absorb the trauma, Jesus was there, the same age I was, and we hugged each other, that's how I survived, I stopped counting at well over 200. This continued, without interruption until I was 2, then I was baptized into the cult, I'll describe the ritual in detail this once, so you will know, what 3,4,or 5, nights of each week and the entire month of October was like, from Halloween when I was 2, until I left at 18. They had a goat there, that they killed, and then poured the blood over my head, and over all the two year olds heads that were being baptized. They chanted, hail satan, and said "this daughter of our leader is now yours her life is consecrated to you" My palms of my hands and my knees, were cut with knives with satanic symbols, as they continued to chant. The children including myself, were all forced to drink a small amount of the blood of the goat. Then we were all tied down onto steel pentagrams, and the adults who outnumbered us 2 to 1, took turns raping us. They untied the children who were 9 and older, and forced them to rape us younger ones, I remember, my brother, 11 years old, standing up to them, and saying "No" twice, for each "No" he got 10 lashes with a 6 ft long horsewhip from the first that I remember, my youngest brother was that brave, and tried to protect me and the others. I pray that he may find Jesus in all His Loving Fullness, my brother is currently a so called Christmas/Easter Catholic. Colonel Aquino was there, and chose me for later on, as he did some children at other baptisms I witnessed when I was older. That’s how I knew that he chose certain children for himself, certainly didn’t know it at two. He did nothing else at that time. Then the older children were tied down again, and they closed the ritual by forcing all of us to chant in praise of satan, even that young, I can remember hating it. Then they untied us, and dressed us all in our black cloaks, it was over. The basement where we were, was next to a graveyard, with open fields all around us, the house had been deserted for years, so even if we screamed, no one heard us. Of course I found this out much later, I don't remember all that from being 2. The walls were all painted black, with crucifixes hanging upside down, and black candles providing light. I endured deprivation of food and water, chained so I couldn't move and bestiality as part of the cult from the ages of 2-18. The deprivation of food and water was like this: Being in a basement room all alone, smells of stale sweat and fear, old bread and flat water. I am 8, and have been told I don't deserve food, water or people, because I refused to do a cult ritual. Sometimes when I refused I would be just knocked unconscious and used anyway... but this is what happened half the time. I haven't had any food except one slice of stale bread in 6 hours. I've had only 1 glass of warm water in that time, both at the very beginning. They said the only reason I got that bit of food and water was to make me hungry and thirsty for more, and that I wouldn't get anymore until they gave it to me. The door is locked, and I am handcuffed, and leg cuffed to the floor, in such a way that I cannot move, and cannot after all this time, feel my hands and feet in the cuffs. Cold, just in my thin undershirt and panties. No pillow or mattress, just the bare floor. Exhausted, I try to sleep. After what seems like forever, they come in, and release me. They throw me another stale slice of bed, and warm glass of water. I eat and drink desperately, in case they take it away. They tell me it's been 10 hours, and soon I can go home. Without warning they chloroform me. When I come to, I'm in my dad's big van, and we are on the way home. Finally it is over. Longest time is when I was 16 -- 2 days, must have been on the weekend or they would have missed me at school. I was told each time, how long I was there, as a warning not to rebel in future, or just so they could tell me to be cruel with my becoming hungry after all the time I was in there and suffered. The bestiality was like this: I don't know how old I was, it looks like 2 or 3, and kept happening until I was 17, 18. They brought in male dogs who were all excited because they had just been with female dogs in heat, and thought it was so exciting to watch girls and boy dogs have sex with each other, worst of it was my dad and the other men playing with themselves in excitement. Endured live burials with and without biting spiders being thrown into the coffin from the age of 4-18. This is what the live burials were like: There is a deep hole in the ground, and what looks like a coffin beside it They have this big ceremony, of "making love to me", saying it's the last time, about ten adults from the cult, including my dad Then they put me in the thing that looks like a coffin, nail down the lid, and put me in the ground, I black out from sheer fright, when I come to, they are digging me out, they are laughing as they are digging, saying "She isn't dead after all, we made a mistake" Ugh, my so called mom was there too, I thought she loved me, and she didn't even try to stop them, she laughed too. I was 9. Sometimes they poured in these horrible brown spiders the shape of black widows, which would bite me, sometimes not. When I was 6, they sacrificed a goat, as the wedding offering, and the blood was their version of holy water. The wedding itself was to satan, or someone dressed up like him, with horns, pitchfork and tail then we had wedding wine, aka the blood of the goat, and the whole thing was a black mass mockery of the Catholic wedding mass, then we had our "honeymoon" being raped three times by our supposed new husband satan, and being told that now we could never be saved by anyone, because we belonged totally to him now. When I was 10, the happy anniversary was similar, they had another black mass to celebrate, and said that since we had been married to him for 4 long years, we would never be free, and if we got free of him and remembered, we would have to commit suicide, then we were raped again 3 times by the same cult member dressed the same way. If they wanted to have a Black Mass, they would have blood as a parody of holy water, and eat raw meat, as a parody of the Eucharist. I witnessed/was forced to participate in 17 murders in 16 years, 4 of them were tests, to see who was to be the next leader, they were drownings, if you lived, you were supposed to be the leader, if you died, oh well, too bad. 4, 12 and 16, with 2 happening at 12. God Bless Jasmine, Robert, Ben, and Jonathan, I know they are in the arms of Jesus. God had other plans for me, I survived the tests that killed them. The one beautiful thing about those horrid tests was Heaven I first wound up there when I was 4… the flowers are so beautiful when the Holy Spirit blows in Heaven, they make music like wind chimes, and yet not wind chimes – closest sound on Earth remotely like it is wind chimes – but not really like them very much at all. All the colors are so much more vivid there, and everything is so much more beautiful than down here. I didn’t want to come back here to Earth, but I was told it was not yet my time, because later on I would have poetry to write for Him. When I was 5, a cult member got angry, at Claire, my secret best friend in the cult, also 5. She said, "No" and he started choking her to make her submit, it was a common method of controlling us, and he went too far, and killed her in rage. We were all supposed to hate and mistrust each other. Beginning at age 10, until age 17, I was forced to participate in killing too many goats to count, and 9 children who refused to kill. We all get in a car and go to the airport, there aren't too many of us, the so-called dad, me, and some other kids who passed the test of drowning without dying to see who would be the next leaders of the cult. We go to Stonehenge -- we are 10, but some of the other outside kids are up to 18, almost ready to be youth leaders. There are many goats in the circle, and we are all told to lay hands on them one at a time, so we do, there are about 20 that get touched, and 30 that don't get touched. The ones that we touched, we now find out are the ones that will die, we are each given a knife to kill the ones we selected. I don't want to -- they are innocent and harmless, just like me, why should I kill? But I see what happens to the kid who refuses to kill, my so-called dad takes his knife and kills him. So I do what I have to do, not liking it at all, it's part of leader training, we have to be able to kill, if we are to lead. The way we killed the goats, and the kids who refused to kill -- we were each given a knife, and an adult cult member would hold the knife with us, helping us to slit the throats of the goats and the kids. What hurts most is that I feel like a cowardly murderer, I killed 9 kids, and more goats than I can count... it's hard to feel like I deserve to live -- why am I not on death row? It goes on once a year, until I turn 17, by then we have been killing the younger ones who refuse to kill since we were 15 -- we are murderers of goats and children -- we don't deserve to live. Those were the nights in that month every year from ages 10-17 that we spent at Stonehenge, during the day my so-called dad sold me for alcohol to the highest bidder to anyone willing to travel to England from other parts of Europe. I spent my nights in the rituals, and my days chained in a drafty old house, waiting for the tricks who bought me from my so-called dad. I spent a month of every year like that. Also during this time, from ages 10-17, Colonel Aquino, that true monster, whom I met first at age two– During the day, after the kill or be killed rituals, Aquino conducted his experiments with electricity, water, and electrodes, to measure our responses body wide to the pain of shock, and needles or sharp pointed wooden stakes, under fingernails and toenails to measure our responses to pain under torture. I am so clinical describing it at those ages because he’d be calmly dictating his notes on our responses as we were being tortured, he’d pause only if we screamed particularly loudly, and he couldn’t hear himself think. At age 11, I witnessed a man being killed -- We are 11, someone's coming down the stairs, it's a big man. We shrink, but he says "What's going on here, all these kids tied up, I'm going to get the police, you are all sick." We look at him in wonder a grown up who sees this as wrong? This is new! We don't know how he came, but hope he can help. 20 adults against one, hopeless. our so called dad catches him around the ankles with one slash of his long horsewhip, and he goes down hard. It's close to Easter, so they take him, knocked out from the fall, and nail him with a nail gun to a big upside down cross in the corner. They gag him, as he starts waking up, and put the cross into a hole in the floor that holds it up. The so called dad tortures him with lashes from the horsewhip, until he dies, besides the nails in his hands and feet, there is a tight rope around his neck, so whenever he gets knocked out from the torture, it chokes him. He could have saved us! We saw this, and lost all hope. The other two murders were my dear children, that my Dad ordered sacrificed as to satan. I was 17 and 18, Beth when I was 17, and Keith when I was 18 I became pregnant, and in my eight month for both, I was knocked out with ether, which they used a lot of, tied down in a pentagram, and my babies taken out in a crude c-section. Then their throats were slit right before my eyes. I've never had any other children. I wasn't quite as brave as my brother, I only resisted in the cult from the age of 15, on, beginning with the baptism of my youngest nephew, where I only took one set of 10 lashes, that day I feel I had no courage, the rest of the time, I took 2 sets it was always with either a 3 foot plastic coated chain, or a 6 ft horsewhip in the cult. My Dad when he was very angry at us for something, would hit us with either a 3 ft plastic coated chain or 6 ft horsewhip, otherwise it was bare hands, or anything he could get his hands on. The bravest thing I feel I ever did, was I was 18 in the cult, I threw off my black cloak, and said to them all, looking my Dad straight between the eyes "You can kill me, but I won't be part of this cult that hurts people." and walked away, I've never looked back. It was a few months after Keith was killed, that I did this. Besides what was happening in the cult, my Dad was and is an alcoholic, and to get extra money for his drinking, forced me to be a child prostitute and porn star, I resisted from the age of 4 on, and wound up being pushed down more sets of stairs then I care to remember. Then my Dad would find out I'd been bad, and I'd get whipped at home. The other thing that was happening to me from the ages of 2-18, which I remembered around 2002, was being sexually abused by Catholic priests, and I’ll describe a memory just this once so you will know what used to happen to me once, twice or three times a month, when I was at church. I am 6, and we are at church. After Mass the priest calls me and Mom. He says to Mom "You have such a beautiful daughter, so well behaved, may I take her to the sacristy and give her a special blessing?" Mom, beaming with pride says, "Of course Father." He takes me to the back, I don’t really want to go, I know what’s coming. He strips me down very quickly and wasting no time lies me on my stomach and rapes me anally. Under his breath he says to himself "It’s not really sexual sin, I didn’t go through the front, I went through the back" Out loud he says "Your Mother will never believe you if you tell and God is so pleased that we loved each other if you tell, you’ll go straight to Hell" He tells me to hurry up and get dressed, just as I am dressed Mom comes, we go home, and it’s over. It hurt so much, but I never did tell. Nearly all of the times priests abused me, it was as I have just described to you, they didn’t seem to think that they were sinning, if they did it to my rear end, and they all thought that God was pleased with them, because we were loving one another, as God has called us to love one another. I struggled for a long time, remaining Catholic, but always fearful in church, and most of the time unable to go, and starving for weekly Christian fellowship in a church. Finally, Sept 14, 2003, I abandoned the struggle, and asked God to show me a church where I could worship Him without fear, and so I now worship in the United Church of Canada, and November 30, 2003, I reaffirmed my faith in Christ in a special ceremony with them. I’m full of joy when I see the church, and participate in the services there, it’s such a warm and loving community. So I know you are all saying, "How is she overcoming, how is she obtaining the victory in Christ?" Jesus used 12 years of counselling, and He is still touching me with His Healing Hands, for I have just found out, that I need to do the work of beginning a healing journey to deal with the ancestral roots from my family tree. Many of my memories, and much of my childhood I do feel healed from and victorious. my daily struggle to be free is, most of the time, just routine, some days I'm strong or very strong, but on my bad days, when I struggle to, or feel I can't fight against all of it, God help me. What I grew up in, they not only told me I was worthless in 3 ways – 1. that I was the worthless spawn of satan, 2. that I was a worthless slut and better get used to making my living that way, and 3 just that I was a worthless human being, My abusers used programming, mind control, brainwashing, under severe torture to try and turn me into an obedient robot who would never leave the cult, and if I did and remembered, suicide triggers were there in place, if those didn't work, they had crazy triggers (Trying to make me think I was crazy, and needed to check into a mental institution), where they could, as "concerned family", check you out to take care of you, and have you back in the cult quickly, for more Hell. My most painful programming to overcome is, the self-mutilation addiction programming, I have had months free of it, never hit a year yet. The lie I was told was “No one can love you, not even God – you are the evil spawn of satan and you have to be punished for your sins to go to Heaven – no one can do it for you so you must do if yourself. I’ve learned to remember Christ on the Cross and that my sins were paid in full by Jesus. I've had to be, and continue to have to be, very strong, but as I heal and grow, this adult woman named Kerri is becoming more and more a normal human being. Know there is nothing to fear from me, miraculously, God has made me a warm compassionate person, very giving and very loving. Except towards myself, but that's nothing to do with God, I'm learning. I accepted Jesus as my personal Saviour and Lord, May 16, 1986, when I was 20. I started remembering everything at 21, in bits and pieces, that I slowly healed from. I didn't remember the cult stuff until 1995, God is merciful, and His Timing is perfect, if I'd remembered everything all at once, I know I would have either committed suicide, or gone insane. 70% to 90% of all cult survivors do either one, in the first year of remembering. So Jesus truly has a purpose for my life. I've known 17 years. I don't think it's a coincidence, that just as I was starting to remember the worst memories of my life, in the spring of 1995, I learned about the Live-In retreat, and attended my first Live-In June 2-4, 1995. Over the past almost 17 years, God has used the Live-In to miraculously heal me, and comfort me of the pain of the past. He's also used it to physically heal me, at healing masses, and in the Live In itself. Just before I began to work again, (I was on welfare for 3 and a half years) I went to this healing mass where there were 3 priests, and they talked about all these different joints that were being healed, I raised my hand for almost every joint they mentioned, and was fully healed from fibromyalgia, never a twinge or a moment of morning stiffness or anything since. Then on the day before my birthday, I was feeling sorry for myself, because I had no money to celebrate with, and wouldn't be getting a dinner out or gifts. I went to a healing mass, with a bad migraine headache, and was prayed over. I rested in the Holy Spirit, and when I got up, my headache was gone, and I’ve never had another one. God's way of telling me, you don't need money to get a gift for your birthday. My Brothers in Christ, from my Live-In Retreats, and prayer meetings, God Bless them, they taught me that not every man is like my father, that it was safe to be around some men. Through this I was able to discover the Miracle of My Heavenly Father's Love, I went from God being just as cruel and frightening as my Dad, only with limitless power to hurt, to being His little 5 or 6 year old Daughter who cuddles in His Lap with complete trust, to share joys, sorrows, whatever. That is a great miracle. Praise Jesus! I also learned that priests were safe through Father Ignatius Tran, who saved my life the Saturday of my first Live-In, through confession, when I was ready to commit suicide because I thought I couldn't be forgiven for abusing my niece in the cult. Later, I met Father Claire Watrin, the founder of the Live-In retreat movement, and his kindness and gentleness to me, did a great deal to heal the hurt that was done to me as a child. Lastly, I've come full circle, at the October 2004 Live-In, Father Ian McRae heard my confession that I had left the Catholic Church, and joined the United Church of Canada because of what happened to me as a child. His compassion, and in particular, his saying the words that still haunt me "What a terrible thing to happen to a little girl" with tears in his eyes, broke the power of the lies I had been told and had believed as a child, that it was God's Will I was hurt, and that every priest believed that.
It's been a process of growing, and changing, I've been set free of my overeating of sweets addiction, I still struggle with 2 others, but have had months of freedom for both. Haven’t hit a year yet. I almost have a year on my self-mutilation addiction – July 5, 2012 will be a year for that one, and I’m determined to maintain my sobriety for life. The other one is too shameful and embarrassing to name. I keep growing in knowledge of His Love for me, and the Power found in the Name of Jesus, which all Christians can have, to defeat the enemy. The enemy often attacks me, but I just send Jesus to answer the door, most of the time, and he turns tail and runs away. There are times when my past still troubles me, with new memories; I've learnt to give them immediately to Jesus. I do ask you all to keep me in your prayers, there are times when the enemy is unrelenting, and I struggle mightily, he wants me back, he will never get me, but the struggle gets exhausting, and of course at times I do fall in defeat and confusion, so I ask to be part of your prayers often. God Bless You All, and remember, if you forget this old gal, who loves ya, you have lost nothing, if you forget Jesus who loves ya so much, you have lost everything, so always abide in His Love, Peace be with you all.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-21468672021160562772012-03-21T17:29:00.001-07:002012-03-21T17:29:34.015-07:00A Word From The LordI got this in prayer tonight -- and I'm meant to share it here with you -- in all humility -- He said "there are some of you here who are holding guilt from years ago -- those things you did that you are ashamed of, that you try to keep everyone from finding out, some of you were forced to do these things. If you are one of my children who have accepted my son Jesus, and if you have confessed these things to me, they have been cast into the sea, I remember them no more -- be free of the weight of them, and if our enemy tries to accuse you, tell him boldly "I have been forgiven of these things, and my self-righteous filthy rags have been replaced by Christ's Robe Of Righteousness. I belong to the Kingdom of God. You have no place here be gone in the Name of Jesus." he will flee -- be free from this guilt and shame. Do you know how it grieves me, oh my precious children, to see you in such pain when I have forgiven you?" Go in peace, and sin no more...Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-63781199337607891622012-02-29T16:04:00.000-08:002012-02-29T16:05:48.413-08:00Waiting By The Threshold Of Our HeartsWaiting By The Threshold Of Our Hearts<br /><br />Jesus You stand there by the doors of our hearts, crying as You wait<br />We’ve shut You out, as willfully as a disobedient child,<br />Sin having it’s moment of pleasure, deeply regretted later,<br />Or, confused and deceived by the enemy of our souls,<br />Feeling unworthy because once more we’ve slipped and fallen from Your Will.<br />You are patient, but…<br />Hate to see us in so much pain,<br />You shake Your Head in compassion, never condemnation<br />“Do they not know they are worth so much?<br />Their every sin I carried on my Cross,<br />How I wish they would come home!<br />You wait alertly, watching for one of us to come to ourselves and realize,<br />We can come home we are so worthy of Your Love,<br />Or to realize we need to confess, sincerely repent, and try again<br />Your Arms of Love are waiting and open,<br />Eager to sweep us up and restore us,<br />As we lie broken and sobbing at Your Feet.<br />You whisper of our worth, and Your Mercy, but,<br />Ever the Gentleman, You wait… never do You Force Your Way In.<br />A Heart’s Door opens, and confused one of us stumbles and begins to walk back to You with trembling knees.<br />In an instant, You meet us halfway, before we can speak,<br />We are in Your Loving Arms, Your Nail Scarred Hands embrace us<br />You listen as we sincerely repent, then wash us clean, replacing our filthy rags anew with Your Robe Of Righteousness,<br />Heaven throws a party celebrating that we are home.<br />Gentle Jesus, help us to stay close, and close our ears and our hearts to the enemy’s lies for You are so willing to love us, just the way we are, while encouraging us to be the best we can be with our gifts, talents and lives at the service of Your Kingdom.<br />Thank You for Your Cross, Your Never Failing Love, and Mercy<br />Most especially that we can always come home.<br /><br />Written By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God’s Blessing,<br />And for His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-32250699493096691132010-03-05T08:37:00.001-08:002010-03-05T08:37:50.798-08:00Face Of The Trinity(Written February 26, 2010)<br /><br />Face Of The Trinity<br /><br />I see the Face of God,<br />Spinning in the sky,<br />Two eyes together,<br />One close by<br />The large circling galaxy is Father God's eye,<br />The tiny spinning centre of it, is the Holy Spirit,<br />Connected by a thread, Jesus' eye floats in space,<br />I'm thinking Of Father God's vast mercy and,<br />The tenderness of His Amazing Grace<br />The Love we can all receive<br />If we but call on His Name.<br />I know it's fanciful,<br />Earthly eyes cannot see His Face,<br />A galaxy cannot contain Him<br />He's bigger than all space.<br />Jesus and the Holy Spirit<br />Mystically combined,<br />We may not understand it,<br />But in those three our only hope of peace on Earth and,<br />In our individual hearts is found.<br />Waiting patiently for the day,<br />When my sorrows are over and,<br />I fly away.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-59348694098943169122010-03-05T08:33:00.000-08:002010-03-05T08:36:10.801-08:00A Message For The Precious Daughters Of King JesusI feel certain in heart and mind that Jesus or God the Father wrote this message through me today, I write this in all humility, I'm only God's Pen, no more or less worthy of any other human being that He died for to receive and share this message. Usually He writes poetry through me, today He chose to write this through me. It needs to be shared, and begins below:<br /><br />My Precious Daughters,<br />Come to Me I will remove the chains placed upon you by your false fathers, the ones who proved themselves unfaithful to the charge I placed upon them, your nurturing and care.<br /><br />Rise up and walk into Your Freedom, knowing that You are Precious in My Eyes, the lies of the past told to you by your false fathers, that chained and claimed you for the enemy of your souls, their power is broken if you will only freely give to me your opened hearts and allow me in to heal and free all of you of your brokenness.<br /><br />Only come, my precious ones, my own, today is your day of freedom and fully renewed strength in taking My Strength for your weakness, today is your day to realize how fully you are loved and worthwhile, it is why I came to die for you, throw off the chains of being unworthy, and worthless, if that were so, I never would have come to save you. I will remove the scales from your eyes, helping you to embrace your beautiful true selves in spirit and in truth. Rise up in the beauty and strength of who you uniquely are, for their are many of the lost to win, and many daughters who must be freed as I have freed you. You must choose to come freely, my daughters, for as always you are free to choose, I only ask you to choose me, and your joy will be for all eternity. Come and choose abundant life, so many of you have not because you ask not -- Come!<br /><br />Humbled and in tears, by His Great Love for us all.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-26067456126491446952010-03-05T08:06:00.000-08:002010-03-05T08:12:40.290-08:00One With All His Creation(Written February 2, 2010)<br /><br />One With All His Creation<br /><br />I sit on the sand, and yet am one with it,<br />gritty, still and quiet,<br />The sea shapes me, but I am also one with the sea<br />constantly in motion, a salty tang in the air,<br />home to living creatures,<br />One also to the air<br />Sounds born in me,<br />Symbol of the Holy Spirit's Breath,<br />transportation gateway to birds,<br />and one with the birds,<br />Flying beautifully,<br />inspiring humanity,<br />I am also myself,<br />woman sitting on a beach,<br />conscious of sea, sand, air,<br />bird and sea sounds, smells, and tastes.<br />Part of all life, and yet distinctly myself,<br />Part of all the universe, and yet living on my one small planet,<br />in the midst of its vastness.<br />Conscious too, of the beauty of this one tiny world,<br />which Father God created for me, and for us all,<br />In spite of some of humanity's attempts to destroy it,<br />There is still so much beauty left on Earth!<br />Help us, Father God, to choose conservation,<br />over destruction,<br />to choose repairing, over ravaging,<br />to choose saving life, over killing life.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing and,<br />For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-72931762864812017032010-02-01T07:07:00.000-08:002010-02-01T07:10:07.149-08:00Children Flying Free, My New Poem!!(Written January 29, 2010)<br /><br />Children Flying Free<br /><br />Running after the dove, hoping it escapes from the owl,<br />They laugh in glee,<br />We smile, remembering our own childhoods,<br />Oh Holy Spirit, transformed into a dove,<br />Teach us to fly<br />We still have our childhood dream of escaping gravity<br />Of flying into the very Face of Our Father God in Heaven<br />Perhaps Adam and Eve flew with Him and<br />That racial memory gives all of us that longing to fly.<br />Although caution has made us all fearful of falling from a high height,<br />If we had wings to fly wouldn't we all leap into the air in childlike glee?<br />Rejoicing in our freedom,<br />Longing to catch a forbidden glimpse of Heaven,<br />Mounting higher and higher,<br />It is still veiled from our sight,<br />Adam and Eve's trespass forbidding us from seeing Heaven or Father God,<br />We can't see either one and live.<br />Still how we enjoy our newfound freedom to soar,<br />As high as any eagle,<br />What sweet delight it is!<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-73900366783413334302010-01-29T15:00:00.000-08:002010-01-29T15:04:18.564-08:00Mother, my new poem:)Dedicated to Cal Zastrow, whose incredible courage was the inspiration!<br /><br />(Written January 28, 2010)<br /><br />Mother,<br />I'm the child in your womb,<br />Why won't you love me?<br />I cannot speak,<br />why kill me?<br />I can bless the world,<br />What if I will have the knowledge to completely cure cancer?<br />Will you take my life, and sentence cancer patients to needless pain and death?<br />Oh Mother,<br />I saw Jesus before I came,<br />He loved me, and smiled at me.<br />He sent me to live.<br />He has a purpose for my life.<br />I silently scream I want to live!<br />I hope to see you Mother,<br />Or to see the new parents you've allowed to adopt me,<br />so many couples with empty arms would welcome me!<br />Mother please, I'm pleading with you to let me live,Whatever it is that has you wanting to murder me...<br />It can be overcome.<br />There will be people to support you and me<br />Oh Mother, please turn away,<br />don't murder me today...<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br /><br />Through God's Blessing and,<br />For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-67136749403488280582010-01-29T14:58:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:59:43.756-08:00Two Roses, New Poem, a wedding present to two very dear friends:)Written November 14, 2009<br />Dedicated to A. K. and S. B. on their wedding day, November 15, 2009<br />Two Roses<br />Two roses one white, one red<br />Meeting in God’s Heavenly Garden<br />Finding almost heavenly love on Earth<br />Roots joining together for a lifetime of care<br />Waiting for Jesus to come again<br />To share an eternity of love on the New Earth<br />My wedding prayer for you, Shaun and Ardelle<br />Is that you will keep your faith in God and your love for each other<br />From this day, and for all eternity<br />Through the hopefully few storms<br />Your lives may have to bear<br />Endure to the end with me my friends<br />And we will share an eternity of joyful fellowship<br />In the Kingdom of His Love<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God’s Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-43907822162890470812009-12-24T09:54:00.000-08:002009-12-24T09:55:51.734-08:00The Gift Of Your Presence, As Opposed To your presentsJust wanted to encourage everyone in my situation -- too broke for gifts -- the best gift you can give family and friends is the gift of your presence, not your presents -- gifts can get broken, be eaten and the packaging thrown away and forgotten, be the wrong size, be inappropriate w/o the giver knowing, but for your friends and family who love you, your presence, the sound of your voice, the way you look, the way you hug and kiss them, is always the most special gift of all -- don't feel inadequate because you aren't giving gifts, you are, yourself a beautiful and precious gift, just the way you are:) I consider all of you, my friends, as precious gifts:)<br /><br />For my Christian friends in my situation, the best Christmas gift you can give Jesus is your believing, humbled, sincerely repentant heart, it is for this that He died for us.<br /><br />Bank accounts don't tell how much you are worth, the Cross says how much you are worth, Jesus would have died just for you, if you had been the only person ever to be born on this Earth!<br /><br />Merry Christmas, my precious gifts, my precious friends, Love you all!!Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-63782614060735407232009-12-14T21:53:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:03:45.450-08:00Where and Why My Journal Posts Have DisappearedHi Gang,<br /><br />Most of you saw journal entry posts here, well I've created a new blog strictly for those, if you still want to read old and new entries of my on-line blog journal, the link for that is: http://blogournal.blogspot.com ! The reason for this is, I feel it was causing some confusion, when I directed people here to read my poetry, and I hadn't written a poem in a while, only graphic journal entries. I also feel it may have turned some people off of my blog, because of the lingering harm caused by my childhood suffering, and the graphic nature of that suffering, as it came out of me in new memories. I'm leaving my Christian testimony here, making sure it has a graphic warning attached to it, because I feel it's important for all people reading this blog to know what God has delivered me out of. Why? You may well ask, it's not for my glory, or to have people pity me, or to have people feel I'm some sort of superwoman for surviving such extreme abuse, but rather, for God's Glory and Honor, so that we may together rejoice in what He has done for me. It is only because of His Grace, and for His Purpose that I survived such horrors. Now all who come here can enjoy reading the poetry He has written through me, without fear of a post being instead, a graphic journal entry sounding like something out of a horror movie.<br /><br />Take Care,<br />Affectionately,<br />Kerri.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-61607044488420420842009-12-14T00:04:00.000-08:002009-12-14T00:05:04.995-08:00Christmas Wonder, a new poem:)Christmas Wonder<br /><br />Gentle Baby Jesus dreaming,<br />Nestled deep in manger straw and hay,<br />Warmly swaddled against the night's chill<br />What do You dream of?<br />Are you dreaming of Your Father's, Our Father's Kingdom and the joy of being with Him?<br />For now You rest in sweetly smelling hay<br />Secure in Mary's Love and Joseph's protection.<br />The angels' lullaby sounding sweetly in Your ears.<br />Honored by wise kings and humble shepherds.<br />Welcomed joyfully on Christmas Day into the hearts of Christians for the<br />two millennia that have passed since Your birth,<br />that changed the destiny of all humankind from eternal death to eternal life by Your amazing sacrifice of love for us all.<br />How blessed we all are by Your willingness to be on Earth with us all,<br />So very long ago!<br />Thank You for Your Tender Love!<br /><br />by Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-25958738859048821152009-10-29T09:25:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:26:41.902-07:00Awesome words from a dream, Wow!This came to me in a dream, and awed me, knew I had to share it, Wow!<br /><br /> Come, all you broken in heart, all you crushed in spirit, all who recognize you can’t do it in your own strength, Come! Come you weary ones, Come you ones without hope, Come those seeking Me without knowing Me, Come! Come you ones under heavy trials, you ones in the midst of the storm, you ones feeling all alone in your difficult life situations, Come! Come you who feel you can’t be forgiven, the only sin I can’t forgive is those considering the works of My Holy Spirit to be the works of satan. Come! Come kneel at My Feet, I will pick you up, and dry your tears, I will restore your broken hearts, and crushed spirits, I will give you My Strength to replace your own, I will give rest for your weariness, I will give you My Hope for your despair, I will find you in your seeking, and give you Knowledge of Me for your ignorance of Me, I will carry you through the trials replacing your burdens with My Peace that surpasses all your understanding, I will calm your every storm with My Words, I will so fill you with My Presence that you will know you aren’t alone, I will forgive your sins, and heal you of the effects of your sin, it is why I suffered on the Cross for you. My Heart and My Father’s are one, We are willing that no one should perish, We love all of you so much, so come believe in Me, come and trust in Me, and we shall be together in Paradise when Our Father has made the Earth anew, Come!!Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-7457052466204096632009-10-19T20:55:00.001-07:002009-10-19T20:56:21.450-07:00Homesick, my newest poemHomesick<br />Autumn makes me homesick<br />Longing for reds, oranges and browns<br />Here in Calgary<br />Yellows alone are around<br />Grew up in Montreal and Ontario<br />Where all the glorious colors of Autumn<br />Unfurl their skirts to the soon to be bare trees and gentle autumn sky<br />As the leaves fall in one last dance of skirts swirling to their dance partner the cold autumn wind<br />twirling around in air until they lie on the ground<br />one day soon they will feel their last embrace<br />eager or indifferent feet crunching them underfoot in the city<br />a squirrel deer or other woodland creature in the woods<br />laughing children jumping into the delightful crunch of leaves piled high<br />a landscaper's rake gathering them into bags for disposal<br />Those left on the ground will shiver as the snow covers them in a final sleep but<br />They will live again baby leaves in Spring unfurling their tiny green skirts<br />To their mother the Sun growing once more into their beautiful colors of Autumn<br />As the circle of life continues for everyone<br />I'm homesick for more than the colors<br />I miss our family united as one<br />no memories of an abusive childhood estranging me from my mother and father<br />knowing how to contact my oldest brother 19 years since last we talked<br />An ordinary Christmas with my loving family all around me<br />Last time was Christmas 2004<br />I feel orphaned with no siblings<br />Like an autumn leaf abandoned by the wind<br />lying on the forest floor wrapped only in a thin red skirt<br />against the autumn night's chill.<br />God's Love is there for the orphan<br />it covers me like a thick warm blanket<br />restoring me body and soul<br />I have a loving Father again,<br />and a loving Brother Jesus,<br />I dance in gratitude swirling my purple skirt of royalty<br />before the King of Kings.<br />Written By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-84390834042539133822009-09-11T10:40:00.000-07:002009-12-14T22:17:17.586-08:00Freedom Never Dies, My Poem In Memory of 9/11/01Freedom Never Dies -- In Memory of 9/11/01:<br />The Lady Liberty seemed to stand alone, As the planes flew in on their mission of destruction. But our Lord Jesus was weeping helplessly, His Loving Arms enfolding her, enfolding all of New York in great tenderness. Satan and the terrorists his servants seemed to have won but they never crushed America’s spirit of liberty. Many heroes died that day, defending freedom -- my thoughts go out my heart goes out to Todd Beamer the passengers of Flight 93, and the many rescue workers who died trying to save others, and their families. He wept and enfolded Washington and Shanksville in great tenderness later that day. I know my Savior suffered with all of us that day. Freedom never dies -- it may suffer -- it may be forced to go underground in oppressed nations but freedom’s light shines on unwaveringly, for it is powered by the Light of the World, Jesus, who paid the price for our salvation and our freedom with His Precious Blood. Lady Liberty’s torch shone through the dust, shone through the darkness, bringing the light of hope to the weary New Yorkers, to a weary grieving nation disheartened by the events of a very horrible day. As a Canadian, I grieved, and I grieve with thee, I prayed and I pray with thee and for thee, for I love you all, today and always! Not only the towers fell that day, hardened hearts fell to their knees, the lost sought out Jesus in tears, suddenly it was okay to mention God again in the media. In pain, shock and confusion, a nation and the world sought out the only answer Jesus Our Lord, for He has never left us nor forsaken us. America’s Bald Eagle wings were broken under the weight of grief and terror, but they have healed, and freedom flies again. We must hold on, We must keep rolling out to do the work of Our Lord in this world. If humanity gives up, and loses its resolve, then this world will grow darker than the skies over New York that September morning. While justice must be sought, we must never seek out vengeance, for vengeance breeds hatred, and hatred is the enemy of love breeding violence for its own sake. May God Bless and protect America, and May He Bless Us All.<br /><br />By Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God’s Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.<br />Sept 11, 2002 by Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst all rights reserved. <br /><br />A Note To Poetry or Book Publishers<br />You have my permission to freely publish the above poem in a magazine, or in a book, without asking me if you can do it -- with the stipulation that all profits made by that magazine or book be donated to families of the 9/11/01 victims, to help rebuild their lives. I make this stipulation knowing full well that I have never been nationally published in Canada or the States, and never internationally published. I do not want to cheapen the spirit of the victims or their families by making a profit from the publication of this poem. Please use my name that I may one day be a published poet and writer which is my lifelong dream -- that’s all I ask.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-64603684897474490822009-09-06T00:26:00.000-07:002009-12-14T22:05:31.835-08:00How Purrfectly Sweet A New Poem!How Purrfectly Sweet<br />Snuggled into each other,<br />Two cats<br />Wrapped warmly in love,<br />I think when my eyes close in sleep,<br />I'm snuggled up warm on Father God's lap<br />Safe, secure, and peaceful<br />My burdens lying by His Cross<br />If foolishly I take those too heavy to carry on my own<br />He whispers on the wind "Let me help you carry them"<br />How wonderfully cativating to think of peaceful deep sleep<br />Wrapped in paws of love<br />Perhaps to a cat, Father God is Daddy Cat,<br />and they rest peacefully in between His Paws.<br />I only know the sweetness of resting on His Lap,<br />As a weary child rests in the arms of a good parent,<br />Until the morning sun rises and awakens me.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst, aka Wise Poetess,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.<br /><br />P.S. What a lovely first birthday gift for me, a new poem, Hurrah, my birthday is Sunday September 6th, it's currently 1:19AM, and I've just turned 44! Take care all!!Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-48941223277792722652009-08-18T21:11:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:16:21.513-07:00Blankets Of Beauty, My Brand New Poem!!(Written August 18, 2009)<br />Blankets of Beauty,<br />Enfolding the Earth in multi-colored hues,<br />Crocheted from quiet waiting seeds<br />By the sun and softly gentle falling rains.<br />I want to leave them like that forever,<br />But all too soon they are havested by human hands,<br />Their beauty turned into barren empty brown dirt.<br />If left alone, they rot, a sign again that this world is imperfect.<br />I long for the bright fields of Heaven,<br />Roses and other flowers whose beauty never fades,<br />Who sing praises to Our Lord Jesus,<br />By their brightness and beauty alone.<br />One day I will join them, in a new body that will never die,<br />Forever at peace, my pain and struggles over, resting and rejoicing in Him,<br />with all the Heavenly Host I will sing His Praises forevermore<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-12221465589340259632009-08-12T17:03:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:13:06.217-07:00My Poetry 11: Sometimes(Written October 15, 2008)<br />Sometimes I'm so impatient<br />In such a hurry to get where I'm going...<br />I forget Your Word "Be Still"<br />Sometimes I can't find something important and get frantic...<br />I forget the other half of Your Word "And Know That I Am God."<br />Sometimes I struggle with trials and temptations<br />Willing to do almost anything<br />To silence the pain, loneliness, and emptiness trials can bring...<br />The answer isn't in addictions, giving into temptation or sin.<br />Our emptiness can only be satisfactorily filled by Your Love.<br />Your Healing is the only balm to emotional pain<br />and sometimes -- we are meant to suffer for a short time -- for our own spiritual good.<br />Your Loving Presence eases our loneliness.<br />The answer is to trust, fight the good fight, win the race and rest in You.<br />Knowing that temptation always has a way out and our restless hearts find their best rest in You.<br />No matter what happens in our lives -- You still reign -- fear not You whisper in Your Word so many times.<br />You are with us always -- even unto the end of the world.<br />Help us to trust Your Loving Care and let it cast out all our fears.<br />Thank You and Praise You, Loving God, for Your Loving Care.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-64007197824437123552009-08-10T23:20:00.001-07:002009-08-12T16:54:19.660-07:00My Poetry 10: You Carry Me Through The Storms Of Life(Written February 21, 2008)<br />You Carry Me Through The Storms Of Life<br /><br />When the sun rises and I'm in the midst of storms too powerful for me,<br />You call, compassionately,<br />Encouraging me to lay my burdens on Your Broad Shoulders<br />When I do, exhausted from a sleepless night<br />You give me Your Light Yoke to carry,<br />Then You raise me up with Your<br />Tender Compassion, Love, and Comfort and<br />I have the strength to serve You another day.<br /><br />You never fail me Lord Jesus, and I'm so grateful that<br />You are always there<br />That You called my name when I was lost in darkness and<br />Invited me into Your Own Wonderful Light<br />I rejoice in You and trust in Your Love,<br />and I will forever!<br /><br />When the day comes that I walk into Your Kingdom meeting<br />Our Father, You and the Holy Spirit,<br />Then shall we soar together forever Jesus,<br />On Eagles Wings,<br />Rejoicing!<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />And For His Glory Alone!!Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-76974320613613294142009-08-10T23:14:00.000-07:002009-08-12T16:55:27.252-07:00My Poetry 9: Surrounded By Angels Without Wings(Written Nov 18th, 2007)<br />Surrounded By Angels Without Wings<br />We are all here to serve Him,<br />But as I see the talents of my precious<br />Brothers and Sisters, I feel their love and,<br />I'm just a King's kid<br />Serving the best I can among His Angels of Fellowship,<br />His Angels of Compassion<br />Humbled mightily by the Jesus I <br />see in each of your shining faces<br />The Jesus I feel in each loving embrace<br />The willingness to pray if I'm in trouble<br />Humbles me most of all<br />The child who was hurt cries<br />"Who am I to be prayed for and loved?"<br />I answer, "Who am I not to be?"<br />Jesus died for all of us including me<br />I'm here for you<br />To share a laugh or two<br />Or to weep and pray<br />Each day I hold each of you in my<br />thoughts and heart<br />I pray for you knowing we're never really apart<br />Hearts connected and entwined<br />In His Compassionate Heart<br />For eternity in<br />The Kingdom of His Love.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-76410746741154887872009-08-10T23:11:00.001-07:002009-08-12T16:56:52.676-07:00My Poetry 8: You Didn't Have To Come(Written Nov 6th, 2007)<br />You Didn't Have To Come<br /><br />I'm awed and so thankful to you Jesus<br />I don't know Lord when Our Father gave His Plan to You<br />But You could have looked into the future<br />Have seen those who would revile instead of revere<br />Who would hate instead of love You<br />You could have seen the horrible crimes and sins<br />Some of us have done as humanity<br />Have shaken Your Head and said "No, they aren't worth the saving, find another way if You must."<br />That dark night in the Garden<br />When Your disciples slept<br />and our mutual enemy showed You all the sins<br />that ever had, and ever would be committed<br />by us as humanity.<br />You could have just said "Father take this cup from me,"<br />Instead of saying it and submitting to His Will in Your next sentence.<br />No one of us would have blamed You.<br />The Pharisees' scorn,<br />The crowd's cruel demand to crucify<br />The scourge's brutal lashes<br />The agony of nails through Your Hands<br />That only touched in Healing and Love,<br />Through Your Feet that walked only<br />to deliver Your Message of Peace and Love for others<br />Your gift of Salvation so simple and free<br />There are still those who say "I'm going to Hell and that's fine with me."<br />My heart shudders and weeps with You<br />Do they really know what they are saying?<br />What awaits them?<br />I'm alive for only one thing<br />To do what You and Our Father want me to do<br />To arrive in Heaven having accomplished His Purpose <br />For my life here, and to have truly loved<br />That's the future I hold most dear.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-78154170334335715252009-08-10T23:03:00.001-07:002009-08-12T16:58:22.450-07:00My Poetry 7: After A Long Night, The Freshness Of Morning(Written September 25th, 2007)<br />After A Long Night, The Freshness Of Morning<br /><br />When the darkness creeps in at sunset and,<br />All creatures of day grow still<br />We weep as Christians at our sins,<br />Our falling short<br />O but if we turn towards Him,<br />In the sincerity of a repentant heart<br />He turns and faces us<br />Cleansing us of all unrighteousness<br />We are new again<br />As the sun rises every morning<br />so it is with His Mercy<br />Robed in righteousness<br />Free as any eagle to soar<br />A New Creation<br />Whom the Son sets free,<br />Is free indeed<br />So turn sweet sister, sweet brother<br />His Arms of Loving Mercy are<br />Ready to enfold you<br />Don't listen to the accuser<br />For those who are sincerely repentant and<br />Sorrowful He will not spurn<br />You will be one with the Kingdom again<br />Come soar with me at break of day<br />Rejoicing in His Mercy and Faithfulness<br />Great is Thy Faithfulness, O Lord Our God<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing and For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-73886511251969442532009-08-10T23:00:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:29:18.600-07:00My Poetry 6: Lifelong WineDedicated to Drew Strickland, whose sermon September 23 was the inspiration<br /><br />(Written September 23, 2007)<br />Lifelong Wine<br />When I cry out to Jesus `Lord, I have no more wine`<br />He hears my cry and the springs of living water in my soul are transformed; into the new wine of fresh inspiration, fresh hope, and fresh strength for the journey of a life lived in service to Him.<br /><br />The new wine is His Loving Presence transformed into what we need spiritually for the journey in that moment.<br /><br />What joy there shall be at the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, when we shall all soar, filled forever with the New Wine, united to His Loving Presence with Our Father and the Holy Spirit Forevermore.<br /><br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God’s Blessing and,<br />For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-50405693375540007122009-08-06T20:28:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:36:15.599-07:00My Poetry 5: Elf Dreams(Written June 8, 2009)<br />Elf Dreams<br />I am a child sleeping and still,<br />Lost in JRR Tolkien's magic world,<br />Leaves Of Lorien, or perhaps the Green Wood, Legolas's home<br />before into dark Mirkwood it became,<br />Have become my hair<br />Orcs don't see me,<br />As my arrows fly stealthily<br />Into their dark hearts<br />I peek into fair Mirror Mere,<br />Innocently for in this dream I am a child,<br />unskilled in the ways of magic<br />given to archery, mirth and verse<br />but I do see my future<br />An Elven maiden fair and archer beyond compare,<br />Legolas alone bests me in skill,<br />Beside Legolas I ride<br />On noble Rainbow Dreams my loyal steed.<br />We are off to adventure and war<br />Battling against Mordor and Sauron,<br />With Gandalf The White and Gentle Noble Aragorn leading us.<br />When old and gray and weary I grow, off to the Grey Havens I will go,<br />That land few non-elven folk know, only those most noble, most deserving of reward<br />There will I rest on that far off shore<br />Remembered afterwards only in legend forevermore.<br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />and For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495671534189688450.post-24285170172037773992009-08-06T20:23:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:44:47.219-07:00My Poetry 4: Sonset(written May 26, 2009.)<br />Sonset<br />Day draws to a close<br />Son of Man and Our Father God<br />Gently paint the sky in glowing light<br />Perhaps the pathway to Heaven is the reflection on the water<br />It looks like a pathway home<br />Sunrises remind us of His Mercy<br />Sunsets remind me of Good Friday<br />Though it seemed so dark that terrible day<br />The Light of the World merely rested in the Earth<br />His Light never quenched just as the sun<br />never will stop rising as long as Earth exists<br />Though the night seems dark and long<br />The sun bursts through the darkness to bring us light.<br />Just as when we became Christians,<br />The Light of The World<br />Rose in our hearts removing all our darkness<br />How beautiful this is<br />How my heart bursts with joy that this is.<br />Beautiful that the mountain also is bathed in light<br />It means that through all the mountains of trial, heartache, and pain<br />we must face in this life He is with us as<br />He promised we are never alone<br />He never leaves us nor forsakes us<br />As the sunlight caresses the mountain,<br />So His Arms caress us gently with caring and concern<br />Giving us the strength for another day.<br />By Kerri Wickhorst,<br />Through God's Blessing,<br />and For His Glory Alone.Kerri aka Praying Bulldoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16034497621589957991noreply@blogger.com0