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Verses Of Faith
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Words drawn from real valleys, rooted in grace, pointing to Christ alone for healing and hope.
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Featured Poem
Why Me, Lord?
Written beside a dying father’s bed in 1997, this poem voices the raw cry, “I just want to go home, Jesus.” Randall James Gibbons does not hide the midnight despair after divorce, bankruptcy, homelessness, and a father’s cancer. Yet the question shifts from accusation to surrender. God answers grief with presence, not easy answers. In weakness, His mercy meets us exactly where we break. Job 10:2 KJV carries us through.
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Cassie’s Crown
April 20, 1999, Columbine changed everything. This poem honors Cassie, who said “Yes, I believe in Christ” before she died. Randall James Gibbons refuses shallow comfort after sudden violence and public loss. He gives honest words for classrooms turned graves and prayers that seem unanswered. Yet the poem refuses to end in death. It declares precious blood bought redemption, and that faith under fire receives a crown. Psalm 116:15 KJV.
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Count It All Joy…
Written in 2002 for “Chuck”, his youngest son’s best friend who died suddenly in his father’s arms. Randall James Gibbons remembers a father’s last breath, a son’s desperate cry, and mercy that halted tragedy. Shame does not get the last word. The wounds that marked this family do not define them. In Christ, God restores what the locusts have eaten and mends broken lives. Joel 2:25 KJV.
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Words born from real valleys, rooted in grace, pointing to Christ alone for healing and hope.
Beside a Hospital Chair
Why Me, Lord?
Written when a father was dying. A question with no simple answer. God doesn’t explain the pain. He enters it.
A Columbine Confession
Cassie’s Crown
Written to remember a student who said “Yes” to Christ before she died. This poem rejects hollow words after tragedy. Heaven sees steadfast trust.
After the Phone Call
Count It All Joy…
Written when news came that a young friend was gone. A son watched his dad breathe his last. The poem speaks to sudden loss: shame will not have the final say. God restores.