Artwork by Breana Conover

The Fellowship of Suffering

The fellowship of suffering, the how, the why, the must,
The edge of pain and doubt, giving way to trust.

Life springing up amid the soil of all that fades away,
The sharp stabbing of loneliness like the rays of day.

Love the choice of a heart left to ponder thy will,
Pride the relentless dart that I must ever still.

A moment to surrender and give my life to you,
All eternity in the balance of all I choose to do.

My mind as a battlefield as the enemy torments my soul,
My pleading turns to days, then years this is the prison I know.

Death escapes like a promise in the breeze,
So it is I rise again without contentment or ease.

Comparison a thief of joy, then why must I compare?
You place before me every truth and all that I can’t share,

A thorn in my flesh, a burden born of love,
Still my only purpose is to honor my Father above.

Nothing holds me but you and your beloved Son,
So it is I rise and try to partake of all he won.

I am less than nothing, a beggar in the storm,
My murmur a question I want undone.

So it is once more in humility I bow,
Seeking with a repentant heart all that thou wilt endow.

A rush of comfort covers me like a blanket sent from heaven,
In a moment all I can feel is the joy of pure love given.

Held by the grace of my perfect Heavenly King,
Once more I feel solace and begin again to sing.

Whatever the journey inflicts, whatever my part must be,
O Lord my God and maker you are the life in me.

However, the enemy attacks me, thou art my salve and boon,
O Lord I pray that deliverance will find me soon.

Nevertheless, I offer all I am,
I submit myself with gratitude to the Great I Am.

Let my soul with faith and love be true and still.
May I honor reverently my Fathers perfect will.

Here my Lord by the tree with the fruit of life given,
Tired but determined I shall ever look to heaven.

My joy not in having all, but in giving all I can,
With love and thanksgiving, I support my Fathers plan!

Written by Mickey


Job curses the circumstances of his birth—He asks, Why died I not from the womb?
1 After this opened Job his mouth, and acursed his day.

2 And Job spake, and said,

3 Let the day aperish wherein I was bborn, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

5 Let darkness and the ashadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.

9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:

10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

11 Why adied I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

12 Why did the knees aprevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, awhich built desolate places for themselves;

15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at arest.

18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

20 Wherefore is alight given to him that is in bmisery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

21 Which long for adeath, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.


Job repents in dust and ashes—He sees the Lord with his eyes—The Lord chastises Job’s friends, accepts Job, blesses him, and makes his latter days greater than his beginning.

1 Then Job answered the Lord, and said,

2 I know that thou canst ado bevery thing, and that no thought can be withholden from thee.

3 Who is he that hideth counsel without knowledge? therefore have I uttered that I understood not; things too awonderful for me, which I knew not.

4 Hear, I beseech thee, and I will speak: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

5 I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.

6 Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and aashes.

7 ¶ And it was so, that after the Lord had spoken these words unto Job, the Lord said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends: for ye have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job hath.

8 Therefore take unto you now seven bullocks and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt aoffering; and my servant Job shall bpray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job.

9 So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite went, and did according as the Lord commanded them: the Lord also aaccepted Job.

10 And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he aprayed for his bfriends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before.

11 Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house: and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the Lord had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold.

12 So the Lord ablessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses.

13 He had also seven sons and three daughters.

14 And he called the name of the first, Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch.

15 And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren.

16 After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations.

17 So Job died, being old and full of days.

Artwork by Yongsung Kim

What He Bore

What he bore, what he kept for me,
Every day he is the path I see.

Father take this cup,
But if not, I will drink it up.

What he suffered all my shame and grief,
Judged for me, his atonement is my relief.

Father take this cup,
But if not, I will drink it up.

All my soul reaching to say,
I see your light and your life this day.

Father of my soul,
You did not let me go.

On bended knee I bow,
Seeing my why and how.

It is you, you are my light,
What was wrong, you have set right.

Redeeming love washing over me,
Crimson red becoming white through thee.

God didn't lift your pain,
So now you purge my stain.

Hallelujah I sing with gratitude and joy,
You won the victory, and none can destroy.

Father's glory kept by you,
His son so pure and true.

I love you! I love you my Heavenly King!
Forevermore you will be the song I sing.

My movement your story told,
A lost sheep brought to your fold.

All my love and my life for you,
Tell me now Lord and I will go and do.

Written by Mickey

Every Day

Not in an instant, not once and done,
Every day my heart is given to Gods beloved Son.
No growth in laziness all strength is sought,
To study is to ensure that he is not forgot.
My efforts are multiplied, my answer is blessed,
God does not leave me alone and distressed.
If the mountain won’t move he makes a way,
Helping me climb uphill every day.
Waves of darts return from my foe,
I’m battered but live as I cherish all I know.
God’s word as my fortress his love ever present,
With devotion I overcome pride and resentment.
The grace of my Redeemer sustaining my way,
Repenting in humility I offer myself every day.
So it is and will be until my life is done,
My heart answering for God and his holy Son!

Written by Mickey



Best not to go looking for motes to see,

It is better to hope for what a man may be.

Best not to want everything for yourself,

It is better to love others and share your wealth.


Best not to keep your time in idleness,

It is better to give it away as you go to bless.

Best not to hold a grudge or nurture self-pity,

It is better to forgive and live with charity.


Best not to give in when the path is bitter and long,

It is better to press on and pray you’ll be strong.

Best not to compare crosses of grief and sorrow,

It is better to hope for a happier tomorrow.


Best not to mutter and moan in despair,

It is better to be cheerful and show God that you care.

Good, better and best which of these three?

O Lord I pray the best may be seen in me.


Written by Mickey 

Thank You

If you never came, if I never saw you there,
What would I be now, what would I share?
If I never saw your love what loss and death,
You were to me as Jesus Christ bringing back my breath.
A friend, a foe, a teacher, not easy to endure,
Yet today I stand and offer so much more.
If I never knew you, I would still be lost,
So today and forever I will not count the cost.
I will thank you for the lessons, and thank you for the care,
I will thank you for helping me learn to share.
A friend as a shepherd brought both a way and test,
As pain and beauty mingled, I was truly blest.
I will thank you for the good days and the bad days to,
My friend you are a blessing and I dearly love you.
Every step I’m taking holds your smile,
I’m journeying to you though it may take a while.
Timing is the Lords and I trust his plan,
So onward I go believing that I can.
It is enough to see you and to live for God above,
In my loss and sorrow, I have found my only love.
It is well, it is well, you came and now I know,
The miracle God offered is the gift I won’t let go.

Written by Mickey

I Think I Can

Like the little engine that thought it could, she jumped and took a try,
She leapt with faith and ended up sporting a black eye.

Dreams bigger than obstacles she drew up a new plan,
She repeated, over and over I think I can.

With homemade wings and lots of grit she reached for the sky,
Eyes toward Heaven she felt the sun but didn't get to fly.

Okay, okay she muttered as she wiped her tears away,
I’m more than my failures, tomorrows a new day.

This time she put on more padding as she cycled up her jump,
Flying high she felt triumphant but landed on her rump.

Ouch she said as she stood to access her strategy,
Maybe I just need to let this dream sit quietly in me.

I think I can she said in frustration, yet I fail every time.
All my dreams have become to me, a painful uphill climb.

Chin on hand she frowned as she looked toward the sky,
But she couldn't resist the hopeful thought that she should give it one more try.

This time she asked her brother to help her make a plan,
I need a little more she said than the belief that I can.

Smiling he gave her an encouraging wink,
Don't get discouraged, let’s take some time to think.

Taking notes and doing math, he calculated and drew,
See he said with a big smile, these wings are perfect for you.

With lots of elbow grease and hours they constructed wings for two,
This time when you jump he said, I’m going to be with you.

Leaping from the clifftop together they took in heavens light,
There was no pain or disappoint just a perfect peaceful flight.

Soaring as eagles they both rejoiced and knew,
That dreams kept with faith and work really do come true!

Written by Mickey