November 9, 2019

Twilight Colors Beckon Me 11-9-19


"The sun is setting.  It's to be.
The twilight colors beckon me.
Was life complete?  Did I obey
my precious Lord, His will, His way?"

I've fallen short.  I've fallen far
from Heaven's heights to things that are.
The Judge is waiting for me now
as sweat escapes my weary brow.

I've eaten time.  Now it's my fate.
What can I change with empty plate?
There must be something I can do.
Is there no grace for me and you?

Can I "un-drink" the milk now soured?
Can I "un-eat" what I've devoured?
Can I go back to live His way,
some ninety years?  No, not one day.

But futile death?  Say it's not so!
Yes, Christ arose from here below!
Forgiven from this life I leave!
Eternal life- for I believe!

It doesn't change my sadness though.
Regret, I do, as tempest blow.
You youngsters have a life of time.
Please do God's Will and make it rhyme.

Please read your Bible, read it true.
Don't be like me, but be like you.
Don't store up treasures on your shelf
for one day you will say yourself,

"The sun is setting.  It's to be.
The twilight colors beckon me.
Was life complete?  Did I obey
my precious Lord, His will, His way?"

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October 11, 2019

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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September 19, 2019

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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August 10, 2019

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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July 12, 2019

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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June 6, 2019

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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May 11, 2019

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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April 17, 2019

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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March 23, 2019

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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February 23, 2019

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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