God Comes Running, Sunday Song

Lord, just for today

Make everything be alright

Send this day’s manna

Your gentle rain of healing

To replace night puddles’ tears


So many anguished

Their hope, faith unraveling

Speak the Word, O God

One breath from You sweeps darkness

Gone, all which gnaws, writhes within


The battle’s Yours, Lord

Thankfulness, our sacrifice

Trust, our choice to make

Lift us to Your holy hill

Rock fortress where Light guides us

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

The Polar Bear Coat (6 Sentence Story)


Prompt:  COAT

It was a new school…again.

New state, new climate, new house, new rules, new faces (and still no place for her).

New clothes from Penney’s, where evidently other girls’ mothers’ shopped…she resembled one of triplet sisters.

The new coat, white, looked like a polar bear had left it behind; and was identical to that worn by a girl who offered friendship.

This coat was big and thick…white fake-fur-armor she never took off throughout the schoolday.

It, and her unyielding mute gaze into the distance, protected her from all things fearsome…like scary adolescent boys.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.