Of Sweet Joy 10-11-19

I traveled to see my mama today.

She needed to hear what I had to say.

But when I arrived, she was in deep prayer.

I had some good news I wanted to share.

My mama could talk the ears off the corn,

the ears off a rabbit since she was half-born.

And sometimes when I was trying to speak,

she'd cut me right off- for nearly a week.

But this time she had sad tears in her eyes.

Because of me I could only surmise.

I asked of her tears.  How bad could it be?

Then she shook her head.  It was about me.

I hurt my dear mom.  I hurt her a lot.

I wasn't a Christian and humble, was not.

The time had gone by, but now with good news,

I'm here for my mama to pay my last dues.

"I'm... sorry I... hurt... you for... so many years"

I said, as I stumbled with words through my tears.

But I have found Jesus.  My life turned around.

I bought my own Bible and it is profound!

Still tears held my mama.  She said not a word.

A small tiny sparrow was all that we heard.

Through tears, she then spoke, "I prayed for you boy -

and yes, I have tears, but now tears of sweet joy."

So together we cried.  So happy were we.
My eyes were a blur and I hardly could see.
But I felt much better when I saw her smile.
We conversed together for quite a long while.

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Live In Remembrance 9-19-19

So many just plan for tomorrow.

So many just live for today.

Yet I long to live in remembrance

to yesterday's mem'ries this way...

My father, in garage, would be working.

My mother, in kitchen, would bake.

Then I would take turns being with them,

and tried not to make a mistake.

I'd hold the light steady for father

while he reached down under the hood.

The cookie dough mom had me stirring,

from finger to tongue was so good.

They'd take me to church ev'ry Sunday.

I learned all the Bible had taught.

I learned that my soul needed saving

a soul that was already bought.

And Jesus had blessed me so dearly

with parents I didn't deserve.

I learned of their love and devotion

a love that I'd often observe.

Though father did not show emotion

and hugging was not ever done,

He would, at times, play some horseshoes

and never had I ever won.

Now one night while watching home movies,

I saw a lone tear on his eye.

I knew his emotions ran deeper

and in him was greater supply.

My mother was very kind-hearted.

She loved everyone that she met.
And when someone hurt her unfairly,

I never had seen her upset.

Yes, everyone loved my dear mother
and that's how a dear flower grows.
She passed away still helping children

and buried, the finest of rose.

My memories fade with the sunset,

as emptiness sets in again.

My life seems so terribly barren

as loneliness grips me within.

But some things I'll not be forgetting:

two faces that I'll always see,

two lives that I'll always remember,

two parents who loved thankless me.

So many just plan for tomorrow.

So many just live for today.

Yet I long to live in remembrance

to yesterday's mem'ries this way...

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Redneck Love 8-10-19

There in my driveway, we were stuck
when she jumped out of my old truck.
The rain had stopped but mud was deep.
I warned it wasn't wise to leap.

But yet she tried to get away.
Regret, she did, that awful day.
Escape, she tried.  It wasn't wise.
In mud was covered, toes to eyes!

Above the muffler noise and smoke,
I yelled out loud, "The handle's broke!"
Reach in the window. Be on guard -
then grab that handle, yank it hard!

What she had done just wasn't right.
When she got in, she looked a sight!
Still splattered full with greasy crud
she wiped her eyes, hands full of mud.

I threw a coat under a tire
a pair of heels, a purse and wire.
When revved, I did, to its extreme,
the muffler drowned her ev'ry scream.

She wouldn't push, so we got out.
I wished she wouldn't scream and shout.
Those heels just didn't match her suits
and she looked good in army boots.

Along our driveway next to broom,
from toilet tank, saw tulips bloom.
She plucked one quick when we trudged past.
I knew right then our love would last.

I also knew she'd like our shack
and showed our outhouse there in back.
I kept the freezer on the porch
and fried my eggs with my old torch.

The roof still leaks and I had plans
but fish were in the frying pans.
She dug for worms. She was a gem.
I brushed my teeth, all six of them.

I'm not so big, four hundred pounds.
She liked our home, all seven hounds.
"Now truck needs gas so here's a buck.
I'm glad we've met, it's your good luck.

"I need to weld a broken part."
then said, "Be patient, have a heart.
Go find my leather welding glove.
It sure is nice to be in love!

"All will be fine. You cannot leave.
You can't escape. Don't be naive.
A shotgun wedding is in store
for me and you. They've locked the door.

"My pop's the justice of the peace,
the preacher too, and the police.
Jus' take your time and think it through,
ignore the gun, then say, "I do"."
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Now God does not force us like this.
He offers grace, not promised bliss.
So pray to God.  He has your back.
He proves His love that others lack.

It's such a blessing to be free
to serve Him always faithfully.
So don't hitch rides with sinful man,
but follow God, His will and plan.

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Through Eternal Years 7-12-19

Our tears come in mass
when our loved ones pass.

Oh, why do our hearts sink so low?

Can we not accept

on ship they have stepped?

So sad, why are we, when they go?

Please don't shed your tears

on day ship appears

because death is destined to be.

Our lives are so short.

It'll soon be in port

for you, your dear spouse, or for me.

For young or for old

no ticket is sold.

It doesn't cost even a dime.

Once you get on board

you will see your Lord.

and judgement is final this time.

It moves us in haste

conveying to place

where Christians together will be.

On that distant shore

we'll love even more

than did on this side of the sea.

Tethered together,

never to sever,

we'll have much more love to employ.

Through eternal years

come many more tears,

but they will be tears of sweet joy.

And they'll create seas

much greater than these,

with beauty we can't comprehend.
That shore we will see
and love there will be

with Jesus, our Savior and Friend.

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His Eyes 6-6-19

The multitude

was not subdued

with Jesus on display.

So I pushed near,

to better hear

what they all had to say.

It was his task

that Pilate ask,

Are You King of the Jews?

With Jesus mute

there was dispute

and so the crowd would choose.

Barabbas won,

so on the run

good Peter tried to hide.

The time was grim

when asked of him,

but three times he denied.

Now at the cross

was greater loss
with torture and with pain.
From crown of thorn
to nails and scorn,
would someone please explain?

Though not His fault,
they would not halt.

Was this unstoppable?

I called His name

so I could blame

the one responsible.

Above the din

I asked again,

"Oh, whose sin it could be?"

Through blood and sweat

I won't forget

when His eyes turned to me.

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So then, of course,

in full remorse

confessed my ev'ry sin.

Through sacrifice

He paid my price

and now I'm born again!

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Like Humble Cloud 5-11-19

From breezes in the summer heat,

I saw the ripples swell, retreat.
Framed in by lily pad and reed
it bragged a pretty sight indeed.

I gazed upon reflection's scene

and never questioned what I'd seen.
On water's face, a cloud of white
would bend and twist as in a fight.

In clear reflection on the lake
I saw that cloud.  It wasn't fake.
And with my eyes, I had believed.
But I was wrong.  I was deceived.

Reflection's great deceptions are

mere perceptions, fake, bizarre.

I never saw a single cloud

'cept what reflection had allowed.

As I stared down at water's edge,

there was no cloud there, I alleged.
Then I looked up in reverence
and found the real evidence.

Deceived?  Oh yes!  I felt alone,

so in a rage threw heavy stone.

I saw that stone and water crash.

It killed reflection with a splash!

Do not look down.  It isn't right
to be deceived by pretty sight.
Deception's lie?  You're all alone.
No!  Make a splash with heavy stone.

I now see God a diff'rent way

when I see nature day to day.

Instead of lie's reflection here,

I now look up and see it clear.

And clearly seen, it seems unfair

that there's no boast or bragging there.

That cloud continued 'cross the sky.

It knew not where, nor how, nor why.

As God created it to be,
it simply was- as you and me.
It floated by in slow decrease
and humbly faded off in peace.

In quiet peace as it's allowed,

I'll always live like humble cloud.

I hover o'er deception's waves

and see each splash as Jesus saves.

Reflections you can always see,
but in His image, I will be -
that humble cloud, that real thing,
up here with God, my Lord and King.

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A Quiet Little Lamb 4-17-19

I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,

I'm just a quiet little lamb.

I speak for other lambs like me

who we don't hear and we don't see.

So many tortured and abused,

some aborted or simply used.

We all are lost among the tall

behind the shadow's darkened wall.

We're lost in thickets sharp with thorns,

with those tall demons without horns.

They say, "Please smile and go to bed"

but tears run down my cheeks instead.

From other lambs with reddened eyes,

I hear more screams and hear their cries.

A Shepherd passed the goat and ram

and in a thicket, found this lamb.

I pray, "Dear Jesus, help the lost.

the least of these who pay the cost.

Among the thickets, you will find

more lambs like me.  You are so kind.

I'm thankful, Lord, you hear and see

and know there's many more like me.

Please stop the tall who have become

the demons for each little one.

I'm not a goat, I'm not a Ram,

I'm just a quiet little lamb.

I speak for other lambs like me

who we don't hear and we don't see.

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Understand the Ties 3-23-19

When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,

how often do we think of them and understand the ties?

A mere "thank you" is not enough, nor is a pretty card -

and smiles and hugs?  They too fall short as inch does to a yard.

When someone acts unselfishly and goes the extra mile,

so priceless are the friendships of the loyal caring smile.

And also true, when life surrenders full and total loss,

that everything falls ever short when viewing full, the cross.

When someone dies for what we've done, it's something to behold.

His precious, loving, selfless act is worth much more than gold.

When someone is so nice to you that tears come to your eyes,

how often do we think of Christ and understand the ties?

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Through Winds in Chime 2-23-19

Through life's tough test I did my best.

Some thought it odd I followed God,

but in His footsteps I found joy.

Please don't destroy, but do employ

the love of Christ and sacrifice -

for one day you will follow me.

In my steps be, just wait and see.

Your times are cast in ages past

in places that no longer thrill.

For it's God's will that waters still,

as deaths relate to Heaven's gate.

The case for all here by and by.

So do not cry or say good-bye.

For Heaven lives and Heaven gives!

So wonderful!  Believe me now.

There is no cow, nor ox nor sow.

No money lend, no work or end

and God's not penned His final rhyme.

For there's no time through winds in chime

o'er meadows green, where it's serene,

at that great place I've come to rest.

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Through life's tough test, I did my best.

Some thought it odd I followed God,

but in His footsteps I found joy.

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The Filthy Man 2-2-19

I was the only usher here

inside our little church.

The sermon was just starting and

for truth, we'd always search.

Now everything was normal there

right up to and until,

the door creaked slowly open and

we all grew very still.

In pastor's long mid-sentence, the

strange silence first began,

for standing in the doorway was

a poor and filthy man.

Appeared, he did, atrocious there

and homeless quite awhile,

with clothes severely tattered, but

I staged a phony smile.

Now everyone had noticed him -

and not just quite a few.

so ushered him, I quickly to,

the end of nearest pew.

As if there were a final drop

of coffee in each cup,

all heads were tipped a-way, way back

with noses sticking up.

Now pride was quite a problem back

since Adam and since Eve

and even today's Christians who

may claim that they believe.

Continued then, the pastor did

and when was said and done,

we wanted to leave quickly but

the nervousness begun.

It happened, as you may have guessed,

the filthy man had stood.

He then walked down the empty aisle.

It didn't look too good.

Each member there stood silent and

embarrassed, froze, aghast -

for all eyes were upon him as

the filthy man walked past.

Not knowing what to expect next

with pastor silent too,

all time came to a stand still as

he walked past ev'ry pew.

Right to the front of church he walked

when there he seemed to freeze.

A moment later just collapsed...

right down on dirty knees.

The congregation was so stunned

as he confessed it all.

His prayer was for repentance and

to God we heard him call.

Now no one spoke and no one moved

until a small girl came -

and knelt down right beside him there.

Then all was not the same.

An old man also quickly came

and asked forgiveness too.

And even I came to the front

with others just like you.

Now maybe love had tugged our hearts,

or it was by design -

but seen, a single dry eye?  No,

and those included mine.

It wasn't long before we all -

the children, women, men -

all us who held our noses high,

became humbled again.

It took a poor and filthy man

to open up our eyes

and wash our filthy hearts again

with humble, humble cries.

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My Tears Numbered More 1-19-19

A hard worker, I was, with zig and with zag,

but God said that my work was one filthy rag.

I said, "I'm a self-made multi-millionaire."

But God said, "You're prideful and I do not care."

I argued, "I poured my whole life into this."

But God then responded, "What life did you miss?"

I said, "I deserve my most hard-earned reward.'

But God said, "I'll give you a cross like your Lord."

I cried, "You can't do that!  I'll commit suicide!"

But God said, "I know that.  You once almost died."

Screamed I, "Seven properties!  It just isn't fair!"

But God whispered gently, "I still do not care."

I cried in my pity.  My tears hit the floor.

But God answered kindly, "I promise you more."

They've stolen my hard work and all of my years!"

I pointed in anger, "See my pool of tears?"

He knocked on my heart's door.  I said, "Go away."
But God kept on knocking... yes, day after day.

I fell to my knees in emotional stress.

But God reassured me, "It's you I will bless."

"Just how will you bless me?" I asked selfishly.

And God answered softly, "Come here close to me."

I got up but I just stood stubbornly there.

God simply responded, "Life never is fair."

I said, "I can hear you.  What next?" I had sighed.

Then God again answered, "Come here to my side."

Not sure of His motives, I came to Him then.
He held me.  He loved me.  I cried once again.

"I confess, I repent, I now understand you."

Then God said, "Forgiven.  Now here's what you do."

I listened intently now free of all sin.

The vine was quite diff'rent.  He grafted me in!

My job was to bear fruit, the best that I could.

There were abused children and help them, I would.

My elders, my neighbors, the sick needed care.

The years were before me.  Good friends I made there.

Once filled up with money, my heart nearly froze.

Now I'm loving others, my warmth overflows.

Remember, my God, when I acted as child?

You guided and taught me to be meek and mild.

I'm sorry, my God, when my tears filled the floor.

Then God said, "Don't worry.  My tears numbered more."
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No matter how heavy our tears today flow,
our God's love is greater than we'll ever know. ~louis gander

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In Language Seldom Heard 1-2-19

Near foot high grass on contoured lands

on winding stream where timber stands,

I longed to be on nature's sod

where furry ones and pilgrims trod.
While sitting there within my dream

on boulder overlooking stream,

I dreamt of living in the wood,

of peace and hopes among the good.

A little fish had caught my eye.

I asked of it, "Please tell me why...

why do you seem so content

without the shelter of a tent?"
It simply made a little splash
and said, "I don't need home or cash.
I am content when water's clean.
I don't need man to intervene".

A little fawn on nearby path

was soaking in a sunlit bath.

I held my breath and held my thrill,

as I sat there so quiet, still.
It's soft tan fur just begged a touch

but me, it didn't care for much.

It jumped off quick around a tree.
Where it had gone, I couldn't see.

I heard a nearby sparrow sing.
It wasn't rich and wasn't king.
But it enjoyed its outdoor space
away from man and human race.
Now it was happy, that I knew,
but when I sang, it quickly flew.
I knew that it would be alright
and watched 'til it was out of sight.

I wondered what would happen next,

what I could write within my text.

I felt the breeze and breathed it in,

then heard all nature's prayer begin.

It was in language seldom heard

from fish or beast or even bird,

yet nature praised the God above

with all its beauty, all its love.

Black city streets are not for me.

The stink, the noise should never be.

Encroaching here upon this scene

are man-made things grossly obscene.

They're out of sync and out of place.

It's just not right, a huge disgrace.

God gave this beauty to the man

and has for us a greater plan.

Our God will bless if we've obeyed,

so please protect what He has made.

All this is God's and that is fine.
It isn't yours and isn't mine.

Creation spoke to me in wood

in lovely word now understood.

Still, I fell short when I replied.

In faded echoes my words died.

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Gifts 12-22-18

The gift of life.  The gift of air.

The gift of mother's loving care.

The gift of water I can drink.

The gift of mind so I can think.

The gift of sweet and sour taste.

The gift of food that fuels my haste.

The gift of beauty from the rose.

 The gift of fragrance as it grows.

The gift of hearing with my ears.

The gift of feeling through my tears.

The gift of fingertips and touch.

The gift of hugs that matter much.

The gift of singing fav'rite songs.

The gift of healing all my wrongs.

The gift of knowing Jesus Christ.

The gift of grace, so overpriced.

The gift of marriage- man and wife.

The gift of everlasting life.

These gifts of love are on display,
these gifts of God from day to day.

These gifts abundant, always near,
these gifts of God from year to year.

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Unequaled Thrill 12-8-18

A placid picture about God, a poet cannot pen.

For who can comprehend it all?  Not selfish, sinful men!

If only eyes could see the truth.  If only ears could hear...

but noise of earthly living seem to make mere words unclear.

Incessant, louder beating drums in earphones is not peace -

and rancid words corrupting minds just seems to never cease.

While sinful men ignore God's words in heart and soul and mind,

the Judge of all the universe is patient, loving, kind.

So grasp your pen with loving thoughts and set your glass aside,

then write to your heart's full content until you're satisfied.

We may not be a preacher that the sinners come to see,

but by our words, through loving hearts, we might a teacher be.

We will not know where our words go, but I can only say -
that if we do not write the words then they aren't on display.

So pen a placid picture on your clear and empty page,

so people see your humble gift that only God can gauge.

Just give all glory unto God and let Him do His will

and may all sinners wake one day to that unequaled thrill.

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Hay Ride 11-23-18

Goliath horses paired ahead

were harnessed tight in Christmas red.

They breathed out puffs of cloudy steam.

Excitement made the children scream.

My father lifted me on board.

A seat of straw was our reward.

The chilly air, the mountain peaks

brought smiles to our rosy cheeks.

Anticipation of the ride

had brought me goosebumps deep inside,

but air was frigid, maybe that

had made me pull down tight, my hat.

Afford, dad couldn't, warmer clothes.
Inside my boots were frozen toes.
I wiggled them as best I could.
I hugged my mom.  She understood.

It seemed too thick and seemed too wide
when scarf, around my neck, was tied.
My mittens too, were very thin.
but knew that soon, we would begin.

There were, on board, a lot of folks,

(while most were quiet, some told jokes),

yet there was room for ev'ryone

and with a jerk, we had begun.

With bumpy trail, I held on tight

with bushes veiled in frosty white.

As trees held high their snowy limbs,

in 'a cappella' we sang hymns.

With Christmas carols, young and old

had all ignored the bitter cold.

As we rode through the dips and swells

our voices chimed with harness bells.

The wagon groaned with heavy heart,

I thought it might just fall apart.

But it did not.  It never broke.

That wagon floor was solid oak.

Between those boards as we passed by

were horse hoof tracks that caught my eye

and puffs of grass above the snow

caressed the floor boards down below.

The snowy paths, those horses knew.

God's countryside held quite a view.

The sun went down.  I saw the stars.

Our praise was His.  His eve was ours.

Like life, the path was very rough -

and straw was not the softest stuff,

but through our love, much fun we had

with brother, sister, mom and dad.

The celebration of Christ's birth

was perfect as His life on earth -

from star above His manger bed

to thorns upon His grieving head.

It brought us joy and we had fun.

Too quickly though, the ride was done.

We couldn't stay.  We had to leave,

but I found Christ that Christmas Eve.

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In Jesus' Name 11-10-18

Dear Lord and Savior, hear my plea.

It's all of you and not of me.

Forgive me for the wrong I've done

and all my past I can't outrun.

Until I learn, do what it takes
to chasten me for my mistakes.

Please humble me so I can't brag,

for I am just one filthy rag.

Please help the ones I've sinned against.

I'll make amends.  I'll recompense.

You love the world so I can live.

I thank you Lord that You forgive.

Please help me not to money love,

but focus there on You above.

Please give me faith that's ever true.

Please help me love forever You.

Please give me strength to do your will

and heed Your Word 'til breath is still.

Please help the sick and heal the lame.

I pray this all in Jesus' name.

Amen.

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Mighty One, The 10-20-18

I sit and stare at water there,

beyond the palm where lake is calm

and try to write the words I'm thinking of.

But often times my words lack rhymes

as fingers shake and pencils break

while making sense of Christ's most precious love.

I don't know why I often cry

at such a price of sacrifice.

Though innocent, the Man of God obeyed.

With no remorse, He stayed the course

and took the tip of wicked whip,

then carried cross because He was betrayed.

He didn't quit.  He carried it

without restraint, without complaint,

up rugged path to hill where all would be.

And without fail, He took a nail -

another one.  They still weren't done...

And then was raised for all the world to see.

The pain was such it mattered much

and time was short for His escort -

those angels waiting anxiously to aid.

For all along, ten thousand strong 

were in His care and waiting there.

But it would be His call was never made.

From cross He heard another's word -

another soul that He made whole.

It mattered not, the next cross he was from.

So it would be that grace was free

if we believe and always cleave

to Him who knows our hearts and wants to come.

So much unsaid with Jesus dead.

Though buried deep, they couldn't keep

our Savior from yet one more miracle.

So off His toes, He then arose

despite our sin to live again -

above the clouds.  This wasn't typical.

I pictured sky in my mind's eye
and watched in awe at what I saw
and still envision how it all could be.
As I look back at all the flack
that Jesus took in God's Good Book
I just can't understand His love for me.

My stare is blank at water's bank,

beyond the fog I see a bog

as I forget all that I'm thinking of.

Now as before I tremble more.
In any case, I now erase
my empty words of Christ's most precious love.

My words are wrong.  They don't belong.

My ev'ry word just seems absurd!

They don't do justice for all He has done!

Thoughts disappear.  I shed a tear -

and say a prayer that isn't fair -

from little me - to God, the Mighty One.

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If You Can Interpret 10-12-18

If there's love in you still, please read if you will

so that you can understand fully -

the wisdom of God from the Heavens to sod,

from ants to the mammoth so woolly.

Can you understand of the rock and the sand -

a foundation as in white and black?

If so, you will master the words of your pastor

and find that you're on the right track.

So don't be discouraged but be ye encouraged

if you can interpret these words.

Avoid your destruction and heed this instruction,

removing yourself from the herds.

For many will perish because they won't cherish

the grace from the Father above.

and willingly selfish, they cannot embellish

a life that is full of His love.

Deny yourself firstly before you'll be thirsty
for kinship that's second to none.

If you lend Him your ear you will certainly hear

the truth from our God's only Son.

So don't read this poem if you cannot know Him

as you will be wasting your time.

For this poem's of love of our God up above,

if you can interpret its rhyme.

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Proud To Follow 9-28-18

Some are quite embarrassed when

their pride gets in the way.

They can't defend a hero who

is still brushed off today.

So tell me, what is wrong with Him,

...a Man who healed the blind?

...a Man who healed a withered hand?

...a Man who was so kind?

I'm proud to be a follower

of He who loved so much,

of He who sacrificed for me -

whose hands I'll one day touch.

I'll hold those strong and loving hands

when I am rid of earth -

for He has given me new life

through this, my second birth.

He died so I might live again

and never more in sin.

That's right.  A new creation here.

I have been 'born again'!

So go ahead, if that's your wish -

just joke and laugh and sneer -

but I know where I'm headed now.

I'm getting out of here!

I gave my life to Jesus, all -

escaping sin's great chain.

I'm free as I could ever be.

In Him I will remain.

Though at times this world is harsh,

I sing when life is grim.

I'm thankful that He saved my soul

and proud to follow Him!

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That Special Boy 9-22-18

This poem's for that little boy

who I met in the store;

just helping grandma groc'ry shop

as he had done before.

This poem's for that patient boy.

While we began to chat;

attentively he listened too.

I was impressed with that.

This poem's for that quiet boy -

a little hard to gauge;

polite and rev'rent standing there,

mature for his young age.

This poem's for that humble boy

who's good and never sways,

who knows what's right and knows what's wrong,

who faithfully obeys.

This poem's for that precious boy

who grandma deeply loves;

there standing by her wheelchair

who she was speaking of.

This poem's for that pauper boy

whose grandma nodded "yes" -

when offered I, a loving sum.

She smiled and said "God bless".

This poem's for that speechless boy.

I turned to walk away

before the tears flowed from my eyes.

Then I began to pray.

This poem's for that special boy

I'll never see again;

but faithfully still pray for him...

before I say "Amen".

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