Splash! 8-12-13

Oh, splash!  Your feet in puddle went - and there, without a doubt,

how blissful 'twas, to be a kid, as water splashed about.

Your life was fun and easy then.  You lived a life of ease.

And very far and few between, responsibilities.

And how you've learned your every right as those truths went to seed.

Although you didn't know it then, you grew up under greed.

You've made demands for 'this and that'. You've voted your own way.

and you gave little thought - that one day someone has to pay.

No love can rid the kids of hate.  That anger's deep within -

but don't say 'God' or pray in schools - for that would be a sin.

You hate the Ten Commandments, (you know, don't steal or kill).

It only matters - you're not shot as morals go downhill.

Now it's no fault of criminals.  You'd best just run off quick.

They have the right to stand their ground.  You hear the door locks click.

And when they break into your house, be glad that you're 'gun free'.

Just make a call to 9-1-1.  They'll come, just wait and see...

You terrorize Conservatives from Detroit's ghostly town.

You're getting high on cannabis while Rome is burning down.

You hate it when some seek the truth, exposing every cronie -

but they've convinced you followers that everything is phoney.

The IRS, the NSA - they 'plead the fifth' and lie -

but if you owe a dollar more, they'll make you want to cry.

Benghazi - "What's it matter?"  They said it wasn't true.

There's nothing you should care about - unless it affects you.

They talk you into circles while they throw you into mazes.

You're voting for your pocketbooks.  They're voting for their raises.

You thought your perfect job secure.  You've been there many years -

but as employment dissipates, you'll soon be left in tears.

Do not expect full raises and - to cut your spending, (half).

Get trained to flip a burger now.  Diplomas are a laugh.

Oh sure, you've stepped on other folks - and yes, there is no doubt -

you've trampled each last liberty.  Now freedoms you're without.

You've forfeited and voided each and every Bill of Right.

Your ignorance, embarrassing, but claim your future's bright.

The 'land of opportunity'?  About it, do not think.

Elitists burned the Constitution.  It is now extinct.

You're slaves, but they've convinced you that they work on your behalf.

The poor get poorer, rich get richer - ohhh, but they can laugh!

Who cares that they get richer now?  Just pass another beer!

Celebrate, you liberals - your socialism's here!

You kill a healthy pregnancy - then ask you're treated fair -

and mandate others are insured to pay for your health care.

 They will watch your every move and make sure you don't cheat -

and wait 'til they put limits on the food that you will eat.

You get your way in everything.  You think you know it all.

You voiced your hard opinions loud. Your arrogance stands tall.

And so you worship your own 'god' as you invent your cult.

You've lost your soul and liberties - but it was Bush's fault.

Yes, splash!  Your feet on freedoms go - and now, without a doubt,

you think it's bliss to be naive - but you will thrash about.

You've made their lives so easy now as they live lives of ease -

as they exempt themselves from all... responsibilities.

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Everything To God 8-3-13

For God so loves the 'least of these'.

He knows you love them too.

And though they're very needy, they

are always watching you.

Though you are very special,

you're always very poor.

Though ample, your possessions here,

there's nothing you've worked for.

You work so hard.  Accomplishments?

There's nothing on your list.

You're nothing to this sinful world.

To them, you just exist.

Your works are but a filthy rag.

Deep wrinkles fill your face.

But unlike many people here

you have accepted grace.

You pray for ALL your enemies.

You love instead of hate.

Oh, you are very special -

but do not think you're great.

Your faithfulness just seems to grow -

yet you seem unfulfilled.

You think you're going nowhere fast...

Your busy days are filled.

And that's how Satan tears you down.

The masses think you're odd.

You're nothing to this sinful world...

but everything to God!

For God so loves the 'least of these'.

He knows you love them too.

And though they're very needy, they

are always watching you.

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Twenty Third Psalm 7-15-13

"The Lord is my Shepherd"

who I will heed.

"I shall not want."

I shall not 'need'.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures."

He brings me peace.

I shall not want.

All burdens cease.

"He leadeth me beside the still waters."

For He calmed them.

I shall not want.

How loved I am.

"He restoreth my soul."

I now can see.

I shall not want

He graces me.

"He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake."

- straight and narrow.

I shall not want.

He lights shadows.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,"

I fear nothing.

I shall not want

for anything.

"For thou art with me,"

my Protector.

I shall not want.

I had before.

"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me,"

They soothe my soul.

I shall not want.

He's in control.

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies."

I shall not hate.

I shall not want.

My God is great.

"Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over,"

His blessings last.

I shall not want.

His love is vast.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;"

even in prison.

I shall not want

for Christ is risen.

"and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

I am in awe.

I shall not want.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

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Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)

1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:

he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul:

he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;

thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:

thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Who Am I? 7-14-13

One's a doctor, one's a nurse,

both are focused, both diverse.

They work hard for common good

and always did the best they could.

But who will listen to my cry?

Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

Now politics is quite a fight,

one is left-wing, one is right.

Deception knows each shifty smile

and bribing voters seems worthwhile.

But who will listen to my cry?

Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One's in business, one is not

one's paid little, one a lot.

Now they have bills to pay, of course -

and money is a driving force.

But who will listen to my cry?

Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One's a pastor, one's a priest -

one's out west and one's out east.

They're on TV with caring looks

while selling DVD's and books.

But who will listen to my cries?

Oh say, dear Jesus, who am I?

One is sick and one is broke

and one is mute when something's spoke.

Now these are me, myself and I.

"Please listen, Jesus, to my cry!

Oh, answer Jesus, if you please..."

He promptly said, "The least of these."

His words had flowed as if in rhyme,

for He had spoken one more time.

"Now when you cry but no one hears,

just pray to me.  I'll dry your tears.

For you're the branch and I'm the vine,

you bear good fruit because you're mine."

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John 15:5 (NASB)

"I am the vine, you are the branches;

he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit,

for apart from Me you can do nothing."

Greater Blizzards Blow 7-4-13

Great men, great men, will always be -

and have since long ago -

as God creates the blizzards

and settles all the snow.

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Great men, great men, exalt yourselves.

You win, again, again.

You've purchased by the hour -

the lives of poorer men.

Great men, great men, indulge yourselves.

You've built your castles high!

Immerse yourselves in glory as

your lesser peasants cry.

Great men, great men, reward yourselves.

Ride in your limousines.

Vacation in your travels far

and greet both kings and queens.

Great men, great men, applaud yourselves

in all that you may do -

with parties and exquisite gifts

so we're impressed with you.

Great men, great men, do you deserve

the best life has to give?

Should all your servants pamper you?

Will all your rivals live?

Great men, you may extol yourselves

but Christ's blood shall not stop...

And all the money in the world

won't buy a single drop.

And all great men will be known then,

when every servant prays...

"Forgive them Father.  They know not

the snow upon their graves."

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So very quickly great men pass.

God's greater blizzards blow.

And where God sends the great man's soul,

eternity will know.

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Dear IRS 6-28-13

Dear IRS:

It doesn't make sense

proving our innocence.

We're sorry for all of this fuss...

but how does it feel

pushed back on your heels -

like you've done to most all of us?

You can't get a handle

on criminal scandals.

The rules you break are your own.

Your head's in a fog.

You live 'high on the hog' -

while our children are chewing the bone.

Now who can control

all you arrogant souls?

You hide behind bulletproof glass.

You've wasted our money

and you think it's funny -

but this time you won't get a pass.

The truth you will shift

as you're 'pleading the fifth'.

Your actions stink worse than a sewer.

Your laughable lies

are now spreading like flies -

in a barnyard that's full of manure.

You trade each, your praises,

then give yourselves raises -

and now you're paid more than before!

You claim you are sorry

but sip on your chablis -

then ask for a billion bucks more!

Your image, you've wrecked.

You have lost our respect -

and if graded, you'd certainly fail.

We know you'll be whining

when you start resigning

and we throw your buttocks in jail.

If not behind bars

we will ship you to mars -

for your cesspool-ing policies stink.

Good morals are rarer -

the 'Fair Tax' is fairer -

and now you shall soon be extinct.

Sincerely,

The "Fair Tax"

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As Breezes Blow 6-27-13

As breezes blow us out in drove,
we utter, flutter through the grove.
But smile among God's treasure trove!
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Lightning flashes plunder under
clouds as thunder comes asunder!
God's creation has me wonder...

The pounding showers seem to cower -
devouring this fragile flower.
God's creation, massive power!

And don't forget as sunsets hit -
more storm clouds threaten as of yet.
God's creation, sopping wet.

The darkness heightens, but thereafter
sunlight brightens morning after -
as God creates a child's laughter!

The bud, the rose, the bloom of it -
then growth again, should He permit.
God's creation - so exquisite!

And from it all, great waterfalls.
Still I crawl.  My stature stalls -
as all of God's creation calls...

from two dead logs which laid across,
together nailed to form a cross.
Creation's gain brought Heaven's loss.

But garden rose of deep maroon
with monarch's flutter from cocoon -
sees virgin birth returning soon!

Oh, how all nature seems to shout,
"We tell you what it's all about!"
Creation lives - without a doubt!

Should I have known this all along?
Now tell me, "Where do I belong?"
Creation prays for Heaven's song!

And choreographed, they wave in wind -
two willows whisper standing twinned.
God's creation without end.

The nations' notions have accrued -
turned up-side-down, this world skewed.
Ever endeavor servitude.

Am I sincere and persevere
or rather simple breezes fear -
through year and year and year and year?

While every nation brings taxation -
God through faith, brings grace, salvation!
Praise Him! Sanctification!!
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As breezes blow us out in drove,
we utter, flutter through the grove -
but smile among God's treasure trove!

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Dad's Guitar 6-25-13

Oh, I still hear them from afar -

the strumming strings of dad's guitar.

I reminisce, my memory looms,

as I recall those Gospel tunes.

Respecting others was the rule

each week before our Sunday School

when all the children gathered 'round,

where love for God was always found.

The songs were simple, undisguised.

The children had them memorized.

With message certain, "Do not sin"

the many voices chimed right in.

The little children, guests unnamed,

all sang with voices unashamed.

They sang with all their hearts' desire

with love that raged as spreading fire.

Their simple passion met my ears

and turned emotions into tears.

Though sometimes dad would sing alone,

their smiling faces always shone.

So blessed we were to see the joy,

on every little girl and boy.

Approval came from pastor's nod

as every soul had praised our God.

I reminisce, my memory looms,

as I recall those Gospel tunes.

And I still hear them from afar -

the strumming strings of dad's guitar.

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God's Garden Blooms! 6-12-13

My flower bed had been prepared...
With sacrificing toil -
I'd cultivated, fertilized
the rich, organic soil.
Surrounded by a picket fence,
(a short one painted white) -
it seemed to frame a picture that
was sure a pretty sight.

But absent, garden's bloom.

Though warmth came with the sunshine
and moisture with the rain -
and though I pulled out every weed,
my work was all in vain.
Now why were my vast working hours
I knew were loving deeds,
all proving to be futile -
without mere flower seeds?

Where was the garden's bloom?

"For God so loved the world, that
He gave His only Son..."
The time was past to plant the seed
to see a job well-done.
So flawless is my garden now
with seeds set in the ground -
but faith must wait for grace to touch
the heart until He's found.

Await the gardens bloom...

Then when I least expect results
I see some little sprouts -
that grow from living water as
mere souls begin to shout.
Nights' dark and patient hours end.
The day brings joyous light.
The days have grown His blessings vast -
with souls so vibrant, bright!

Now watch God's garden bloom!

From children, teens and fathers,
from grandma's faithful heart -
from every corner of the earth
watch great compassion start!
For every blooming flower proves
that grace and faith survive,
that Jesus lives within our hearts -
that God is still alive!

And oh, my soul blooms!

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One Final Tear 6-7-13

The heart determines how they flow -

and why they come so fast -

as tears pour down in numbers from

the first to very last.

Long tears were streaming down my face -

for something bad occurred.

And though I focused on my pain -

a distant cry I heard.

Since Eden's lovely garden time,

no tear could so convey,

a love that reached all pinnacles,

as one from Jesus' day.

I sit and ponder now and then

behind my tears until -

I must accept that God knows best -

and understands me still.

Yes, Jesus knows my sorrows and -

He knows my every fear.

He knows my every burden and -

He knows my every tear.

I wonder then, of all the tears,

which rids me of my grief?

And which tear holds the answer to

my comfort, peace, relief?

Before His death, His tears were great.

He loved me through those nails...

And then one final tear was shed -

for Jesus never fails.

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