Full Of Roses

After writing Born into a cloud and sharing the scripture God gave me the day after writing it, I memorized the poem and scripture and shared them for a year straight. One day driving my work truck on the freeway, Gods presence came over me at the same time the words in my head,” I realize life is not all roses,” entered my mind. I began to cry very heavily to the point of not being able to drive. So i pulled off onto the next exit and pulled off to a dirt area where i continued to cry under the move of God. I couldn’t stop crying and the presence of God seemed to get stronger, i began to ask God to stop. It was very overwhelming to the point of begging him, please God stop. He answered my request, and i was able to pick up a pad of paper and write the words I heard when the rest came.  This poem became my marching orders as an Evangelist, and I have been planting people roses ever since. With the help of the one perfect ROSE!

This is the second poem I wrote which became the name of my ministry fullofrosesinspirationals.

Full Of Roses

I realize that life is not all roses
At times just a scent of a rose
Other times a full blossom of roses
The day comes when the roses
Begin to wilt die and fall away
There is a gloom in a wilted rose
A lost hope I suppose
Life to me is about a Rose
I found the most beautiful Rose one day
This Rose continues to blossom in my life
Never wilting, never-dying
Full of life and blossoms ever so bright
What I found in this Rose is
When the scent is right
And it is in full blossom
To cultivate the soil planting more roses
Clipping the old and wilted away
That there is a continual scent of roses
And a fullness of blossoms
So in this one Rose I have planted many
And I will continue all my days
Until life is full of roses

The story continues 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud and Full of Roses, one in 2000 and the other in 2001. God was about to prove He was the one who wrote them both, by the power of His Holy Spirit. I was only the vessel. The first thing that happened was God began to speak to me about New Life and New Beginnings. I’m not going to go into details, this is a long enough story. What I will say is God had me watching and waiting.

Several years back my daughter was in college and her and I were having a little bit of a struggle in our relationship. I felt she was getting away from the Christian faith she was raised in. I began to pray for her God would bring a godly man into her life. I knew I would know he was the one when he showed certain traits, and that is exactly what happened. When he came into her life he took her to church every weekend. He grew up in a Christian house with a family that loved mission work. His last name is Mccloud. So last year 20 years after writing Born into a Cloud, my granddaughter was born into a Mccloud.

I grew up never knowing my real father. My mother at one time had asked me if I was interested in finding him, and I told her no. At that time in my life God had become my father. My relationship with God had filled that place in my heart, I had no need to find my real father. God though had other plans. Christmas 2020, my wife had purchased for me an Ancestry kit as a gift. I never once thought I was going to find my real father. I actually set it on a shelf for about 6 months before I turned it in. Never thinking once, I would find my biological father. Then the results came in, and well long story short it connected me to him, and I went to meet him on my 53rd birthday, and he was 87. It was a true blessing! It was as if we had already known each other.

During my visit with my dad, I had shared with him about my faith, only to be surprised by his shared faith. He had also given his life to Christ. I shared with him my testimony and both poems Born into a Cloud and Full of roses. When I shared Full of Roses my dad said just wait until you see this, and began going through all his tall closets for about 20 minutes. He then came to me holding a book my grandmother wrote in 2001, about her life. She wrote it the same year I wrote Full of Roses. He let me know she is no longer alive, and I would not be able to meet her. I can tell you after reading it, I not only feel like I met her, but that I know her. In her book she talks about her relationship with her husband during the great depression. It was about how he would cheat on her with other women, leaving her and her kids to suffer in poverty, until he came asking for forgiveness, only to move to other towns and repeat it around five different times. Then I turned the page.

My Grandmother wrote the first full of roses.

Read my poem again, then read hers. She had a neighbor who gave her a rose from their rose bush? This neighbor was giving her Christ, prayer, wisdom, council, love, friendship. Then on the path she gave the rose away and they gave the rose away until life is Full of Roses! Will you please give this rose away? God bless you!

Written by Ken Hernandez

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I see you, I’m waiting
My dear, time is fading
I long for you to see
I have come, to set you free

Everyday I wait, for you to hear my call
The life I have for you, delivered from the fall
A renewed life, will come to be
I have come, to set you free

If you could open your heart to me
You would see, what your life in me would bring
My love for you, would sing
I have come to set you free

So let the clouds be moved
So your heart can be soothed
Let my light in, let it gleam
I have come to set you free

Let your faith be awakened
Let your hope be renewed
There is promise waiting for you
I have come to set you free

I come across people everyday that do not understand what Jesus has done for them. I see the love of God reaching towards them yet they refuse to see. If they would make the smallest effort to find the truth, what God would do in their life. If you are reading this and the person I described sounds like you. Please make a simple prayer from your heart asking Jesus to show you that he is real and open your heart for Him to show you. I am confident He will do Just that. May you know the full love and understanding of our Lord Jesus Christ.



There I stood at the wheat gardens edge
As I stood looking over the hedge
I noticed something odd with the wheat
I took notice because there right at my feet
Weeds were growing, they were there without me knowing
Only when they are full grown, their differences are shown
It caused me to ponder with thought
About the weeds in my own life
Full grown I take notice and strive
To change those things in me that don’t belong
If not dealt with they take over becoming strong
And hard to pull out
Their seeds blow and grow even more
Until they grow out of control and life is torn
By my poor choices
Though when I notice and fight to pull them out
The wheat of my heart rises and shouts
Of the bread to eat
It’s so sweet
Wheat without weeds




Connected by cord and strands
Woven together, though built on sand
Two cords standing alone
There is love, but missing the stone, to build upon
Two cords, still missing the third
You wonder if your heart is heard
Your efforts go misunderstood
Carry on, you wonder if you should
Your hope is lacking the nerve
To stay on this broken curve, Of mixed emotions
The notion to look above
Might you see heavens glorious Dove
Though two can keep each other warm
Can they withstand the storms
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves
When two hearts get pushed apart, us this life tells
It just might be making room for the third
A strand the Dove carries by word
The truth of life spoken
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Ecc 4:12

When God is the third strand, there is nothing you can’t do.




Do you see me
Can you hear my heart
Have I poured out, and given part
Of my treasures deep within
Has who I am, been truly given
To you as a gift
I can’t see you
Do you think you know me
Together by words, are we free
Can we fill each others needs
To be known

Does God read my blog? I believe He does. I believe He is my number one fan. The desire to be known, and there is one who knows us more than anyone.
God takes more interest in us than we can truly understand. Blogging, I have come to realize, I have a strong desire for my voice to be heard. Not only are we heard but our person is revealed through what we write. Our interest, our person, personality, passion, heart, and Character for the most part. Are we the same person outside of the blog as we portray ourselves in the blog? Well for me, the blog brings out the best of me and that is one of the reasons I love it here. I do love this community! I want to be able to express myself outside of this blog as well as I do inside it.

There are so many writers on wordpress. All seeking the same thing, longing for our voices to be heard. Hoping for as many likes as we can get. We all desire to be liked. If we struggle to talk to people face to face, blogging sets you free to unleash all that has been bottled up! The question remains though ” does God read my blog”? If He does, what does He think about it? Is what I am writing about, adding to others in a positive uplifting way? Am I providing a service to help others? Is what I am writing, giving something that I have spent years sacrificing, learning, growing, suffering, pouring myself into to give away?

If God is reading your blog, would you write about the same things? Would you write directly to Him? I’m guessing you never thought about it! Is what you write solely for yourself? Not as If there is anything wrong with that, I only ask merely to direct your thoughts. I know writing fills a certain need in each of us! I guess, the inspirational heart God has given me, is to inspire others to find more joy, satisfaction, blessings, purpose, and gratifying extension of yourself through your writing. I know by having a heart first toward others, fills a deep place in my heart. I believe because of my relationship with God and my deep love for Him, my writing is inspired by Him. I actually believe He reads it, before I write it. Sometimes I write so fast because the thoughts flow like a rushing stream. Sometimes I pause and wait on the Holy spirit. My desire is for when you leave my blog, that God leaves with you, holding your hand. I hope that as your reading it, He is sitting at your side reading it with you. I believe God reads my blog!

The Call of Jeremiah
4 The word of the Lord came to me, saying,

5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew[a] you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
6 “Alas, Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.”

7 But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. 8 Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the Lord.

9 Then the Lord reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, “I have put my words in your mouth. 10 See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant.”

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I stopped, triggered by emotions
The child experiences as I stand now grown
Looking back to the things which molded who I am
Whispers of sorrows, mostly memories of sad
I see how this precious heart tampered with bad
How I drowned my sorrows, how I toughened up
How the bear came out and would erupt
Wounded as a child, I see how, those I wound
I see the precious God who knows my heart and where it’s been
Now sifting through my memories deep within
As to help me to identify why, who I am
The child, the man
Challenging me, to heal and to then heal
There is a peace within as he guides
My, memories




My heart aches, my circumstances shakes
The foundation of my flesh
The inner dwelling surrender I’m undertaking, I’m pressed
Against the wall of my unwavering heart
I glare at the orange, the blue
The red flames, the dancing art
I stare as my hearts surrenders to the burn
Knowing the beauty in Your work I turn
Into your loving flames, into the fire
The potter at work, one can only admire
From the kiln my only desire
Is to be in His arms
I know when I submit to His work
Not far His promise lurks
Holiness I acquire
Going through the fire




Living in the natural anything goes
The heart ponders decides and knows
What is right, what is wrong
Living on the edge at times, it shows
Discipline decides the character
Pressing against the tide
Un-natural living against the current
A raging fire in the furnace
An invisible power erupts
A glow burns away all that corrupts
The super-natural falls upon
The heart that’s willing to go beyond
Entering in by the spirit
Born again by the work of the cross
The old ways counted as a loss
I have found, a new natural