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 another’s 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.

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

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

Missing You

I never realized my love for you until that lonely night,
I laid there waiting in our bed to hear you say goodnight.
I waited unwearyingly into the eve to hear your soothing voice.
Worked hard to halt the loneliness; but my heart gave me no choice.

Missing you is like a dream one desperately abhors,
I'm wishing, yearning, wanting you to walk in through these doors.
My love for you was realized the moment you left my sight.
Tonight I pray you will be safe and God will heed my plight.

When you come back into my arms, I'll cherish your soft touch.
Bestow to you my love for you and attest to you how much.
I want to shout unto the world, profess to all my love,
For a girl who healed my heart, she is a gift from God above.

You humble me when you are near, your patience overflows.
You smother me with thoughtfulness; my love for you just grows.
You are the crutch I hold so dear, you will not let me down.
I once was lost but thanks to you Gina Maria Ortenzio, I finally have been found.
Michael Wiggs

Our Christ 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

My Love

She stands beyond my shadow, smothering me with her overwhelming passion.
I quiver with subtle stir by those eyes of passionate beauty.
I close my eyes as she reaches for my cheek, overwhelming my temple with climactic sensual vigor.
Sweat begins running down my brow as she teases my lips with hers.
Such sweet serenity flows through me as she caresses my wet skin, her touch so vividly desired.
If only she knew the love I feel for her, love equivalent to that of ten thousand men.
My chest pulsates intently just by the thought of her elegant beauty.
Her presence brings peace to my tempestuous realities.
Her feminine maternal instincts,they comfort me. Her devotional love has conquered my faithless nature and has made me an unfeigned man of God.
Michael A. 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

My Lost Valentine

She walked along the river’s delta, looking out to the sea, wondering why his life was taken in the war fought overseas.
Tommy cries and prays for daddy, wishing he’d come home to play.
Betty drew a pretty picture of a sunny, pretty day.
Mama cries and asks for guidance on how they should be told, that their daddy will come home, but beneath the flag of the bold.
A soldier fought and gave it all, so we can all be free.
The sacrifice his family made, was made for you and me.
Salute his children when you walk by, and pray they’ll understand, that he made the ultimate sacrifice, on someone else's land.
Now Tommy is grown up now, he serves his country proud.
Betty takes up for his children, while he fights beneath the clouds.
She walked along the river’s delta Looking out into the sea.
Wondering why her sons life was taken In the war fought overseas.

Michael A. Wiggs

Soldier

She walked along the river’s delta, looking out to the sea, wondering why his life was taken in the war fought overseas.
Tommy cries and prays for daddy, wishing he’d come home to play.
Betty drew a pretty picture of a sunny, pretty day.
Mama cries and asks for guidance on how they should be told, that their daddy will come home, but beneath the flag of the bold.
A soldier fought and gave it all, so we can all be free.
The sacrifice his family made, was made for you and me.
Salute his children when you walk by, and pray they’ll understand, that he made the ultimate sacrifice, on someone else's land.
Now Tommy is grown up now, he serves his country proud.
Betty takes up for his children, while he fights beneath the clouds.
She walked along the river’s delta Looking out into the sea.
Wondering why her sons life was taken In the war fought overseas. Michael A. Wiggs

Enslaved

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.

Michael A. Wiggs

Fear

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. Michael A. Wiggs

I Saw the Light

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.”
Michael A. Wiggs

Victory

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.

The 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.
Michael A. Wiggs

Grace

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.

Michael A. Wiggs

Stopping By

It's been quite a while since I have posted, so I wanted to stop by and say hello and I have not forgotten about you guys. Unfortunately, I have been sleeping many hours a day now, after work, and haven't really had anything to say other than,"Man, what time is it?" Will post soon.

Narcolepsy and Bodybuilding

Well Folks, I am seriously thinking about going into an amateur bodybuilding competition next year. I plan on doing this for two reasons. The first reason is for my overall health. As much as we sleep, we need to keep our hearts strong and working out will do just that.

The second reason for doing this is to show those with disabilities that we can still persevere with health problems. I spend so much time preaching the power of positivity and arguing with those who always say,"You don't understand, life is hell, I sleep all the time and I cannot do anything!" They have time to push buttons on the computer, but no time to spend 30 minutes exercising.

Listen, I spend a majority of my day sleeping. I still find time to spend with my kids, go to the gym and work part-time. No excuses folks! I am going to prove that even a narcoleptic can look, feel and persevere as well as those who have no health issues.

Give me time a I will prove that a sleeping giant can overcome!!! Alright, I got a little excited, I am more like a sleeping little muscle man...

Denna Posted This

"I also have "The Secret for Contentment" as written by the Apostle Paul, (Philippians 4:12-13)I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. (13) I can do everything through him who gives me strength." Denna

Since I am not able to reply directly to Denna, I would like to publicly thank her for her comment to me above. I want you to know that your comment and scripture has watered the seedling I hold in my heart, the seedling of hope and faith. It was a scripture I have never read, but am grateful to have it brought to my attention. Thank you Denna!!! Michael

Dangers of Narcoleptic Drugs

Be very careful when taking nervous system depressants and prescribed stimulants since both can cause death. I have included the link below to help you understand the dangers published by TransWorldNews.com.

http://www.transworldnews.com/NewsStory.aspx?id=103471&cat=10