Ring, Ring

Ring, ring, text, text
Inbox is full
Are they friends
Do they care
Words flow
Yet are souls bared
Have you looked in their eyes
Have you paused to think
Do you really care
Or do you just link
Have you facebooked today
Have you stopped to pray
Text, text, ring, ring,
Does it honor the King
Can you reach out in love
Will you hear what they say
Will you gossip or pray
Smiles lie, eyes hide
Will you reach inside
Go deeper, love sweeter
Be a friend
To the end
Ring, ring, text, text
Will you dance, will you sing
Will you answer the King


Dianne Lombardo ©2011

My Dad, Robert Erroll Adams - Went home to Jesus on Jan 21, 1978

My Earthly Father


My earthly father has now passed away

He lives with our Savior in Heaven today

I’ll see him again, when the rapture is come

For I have the peace that we accepted the Son

Oh wonderful peace from my Savior and Lord

Peace that is found in the bible – our sword

And someday we’ll see him – my father that is

In a robe of pure white and a crown that is his

We’ll rejoice in God’s kingdom for ever and then

We’ll praise God some more that we’re together again







One Life At A Time



My father’s life was short in years yet long in impact. Men today still boast of his stand for the Lord. He stood strong and straight, yet gentle and kind. A man of few words ~ speaking volumes. Today I see his image printed on my face and those of my children. Oh, that they may have known him here! Comfort is brought by the knowledge of the eternal. We will, once again, be face to face. They too, by choosing Jesus, can meet with his embrace!

I look back to his father, also a man of God. Love of the Lord, and of his family reflecting in his compassionate eyes. Teaching that God’s Word has all the answers. His gentle hands cultivating lives as well as plants.

I look now and see the impact of another man, another father ~this time the father of my children. God’s love pours from his heart. I hear its beat echoing my father and grandfather’s loving hearts, all beating in time with the Father of all. One man really can change the world ~ one life at time. Lives lived in sacrifice. Lives lived in love. Lives pointed to the One who makes the change ~one life at a time~ Jesus.

My father’s passion for the Lord gave me comfort. My grandfather’s passion for the Lord gave me hope. My husband’s passion for the Lord gives me strength. Oh, that each generation to come would know that passion! That they too ~one life at a time~ would win the world to Jesus!

The Gift

Grace beyond measure is what You bestow
Inspiration and talent into each heart You sow
Forgiveness to all who let your Son in
Transforming each life through freedom from sin

Giving out that same grace we all then should do
Inspiring others with stories of You
Forgiving our neighbor to make a fresh start
Transformed by Your love pouring out of our hearts

Grace in our thoughts and grace on our lips
Inspiring disciples to go and equip
Forgiveness bestowed, forgiveness received
Transformed and restored, our lives point to Thee


Dianne Lombardo ©2010

The Midlife Housewife: Gratitude Challenge

The Midlife Housewife: Gratitude Challenge

I Sit

In the beauty of Your presence I sit. I wonder what is next for me Lord. The sky is so blue, the sun so gentle. My soul awakes to all that is You. Each changing leaf is a new piece of art. The cool crisp air refreshes me. Crickets sing the song of autumn while the falling leaves chime in. God you are so good. Your beauty is seen in Your handiwork. I know the winter approaches but in you there is warmth beyond the snow. For now, I will linger in the fall, enjoying the bountiful harvest of the season. Bounty surrounds me. Not in the seen but in the unseen. Your love overwhelms me, Your compassion so great. How can I share all that I see in You? How can I express Your great love? You Lord, are the author of this beauty. You are the savior of my soul, the comforter, the strength when I am weak. Your Word is life. You are as crisp and clear and this autumn sky. Your beauty is as ever changing as the leaves and yet the same. I cannot comprehend Your ways, so in the beauty of Your presence I sit.

Silence Pleas

Prayers whispered in silence ~ Behind locked doors of pain
No one ever seeing ~ The scars that still remain

Smiling on the outside ~ While torment floods my soul
Will someone dare to help me ~ The key to life you hold

I long to find the freedom ~ The key to help me cope
Why am I left to suffer ~ Where is this thing called hope

I cry out now to Jesus ~ Will someone heed His plea
I know He’s sending someone ~ He’s given them the key

With hope I will press onward ~ Looking for reprieve
Waiting in my silence ~ Knowing soon I will be free

Dianne Lombardo ©2008

Original Light

As the darkness dawns and stars emerge the moon it does appear
What is this light so bright and fare that seems to ride the air
It sometimes is a crescent and sometimes full and bright
But sometimes hides its face for days as clouds block out its light

Where does it’s light originate and how does it know to glow
It must gain strength from a greater source, that source I need to know
I watch as evening gathers and once again I see
The moon in all its glory as if to shine on me

I gaze and ask it gently, why does your light appear
It whispers back with gladness, “because the Son is near”
How do I get this beauty, this shining of the Son
You simply ask my darling, and walk with Him as one

Then as you get to know Him, His light will pave your way
And shine on you each moment through the night and through the day
When clouds come you may falter and wonder where He’s gone
But know that He is always there, His truth is shining on

Dianne Lombardo ©2009