Work of Hearts

Two and a Half Weeks S. Ambrose, 2025 Two and a half weeks since the ground gave way, Since you boxed up my future and asked me to pray. Trust shattered loud and fear opened wide, But in the unknown, my faith and courage refused to hide. The doors you slammed shut echoed with doubt, But I chose to believe God would work it all out. Each morning I woke up and whispered a plan, Placing each step in the grip of a far greater Hand. There were tears laced with hope, heartache, and fight, Some shimmered with promise like a rainbow's light. Then, deep in my stillness, I heard a clear call: “Don’t give up now, I’ve been here through it all.” When windows of opportunity swung open wide, I could finally breathe; my fear stepped aside. Not just one offer came, but the blessings of three! More than I asked for, more than I dreamed to see. Two and a half weeks — I fought through a surprise storm. Faith was my shelter, and hope kept me warm. Protected by God's fierce flame, with joy I can...

A Championship Celebration for the 75th touchdown S. Ambrose, 2025 At 75, your legacy stands tall With meaningful stories and humor so bright. You've been a rock through it all, A dependable guy -A very bright light   You lead by doing, not just with talk. You showed how a man should be, Full of purpose with a humble walk. With wisdom, you've helped many find their Glee   Sports- your lifelong thread! Within Fields, on greens, in alleys, or on the court, You coached, played, Led, and bled To give each game your heart and full support.   My home was built on love and prayer With joy and faith within each hall. A sacred space, so rich and rare You showed me the love of Jesus since I was small.   You sparked my soul for youth ministry When you answered God's call, And the times when I couldn't clearly see- You reminded me that God is there through it all.   People still talk about the way that you led, Lives you touched, and hearts you've stirred. People listen to...

  Anchored in Love? S. Ambrose, 2025 When did you stop seeing my worth? Was it the board members throwing my name in the dirt? Or was it out with your friends, masks held tight, When  I set boundaries within your sight? Your children and their friends echoed your tone, Daggers carved and thrown from your very own. You made them believe they'd always play the lead, While I was left to watch you uproot the seed. You told me to bring discipline and a Dream Doer’s  drive, While scheming to keep my position barely alive. You gave my loyalty an  early expiration date, Did you really think you controlled my fate? You said, “Don’t be a stranger, let’s keep in touch.” But after seeing your heart, that ask is too much. You dismantled my peace,  then asked me to pray, What kind of psychopath acts that way? I don’t break bread with wolves in disguise, Or let liars define what’s holy or wise. You don’t get to name who God sees as best, While wearing ambition like a bloo...