SPEED! 4-3-11

The hare runs very swiftly,

for ten years he can go -

but patient, walks the turtle for

a hundred years or so...

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Rounding curves, squealing with a

couple hundred horses -

stretched out over lawful edge,

anticipating forces.

Sporty style and glossy paint -

surpassing every class -

clean and polished, buffed and waxed,

with tinted window glass.

Transmissions humming through the gears,

bring screeching to the tires -

and then the booming drowns the streets -

huge speakers strung with wires.

Flying off at green lights hue,

with pedals under lead -

wasting gas, polluting air,

to break at every red...

The pedals crush the metal flat

with heavy laden feet -

yet idle through the drive ups then,

for food that's good to eat.

Running full in circles wide,

while rushing far and near -

important is the coffee cup,

some cigarettes or beer.

Another day, another laugh,

for fun is not a crime!

Let's get the guys together 'cause -

it's almost party time!

Then sharp, the sirens pierce the night,

and everything goes wrong...

A child wandered in the street.

The doctors take too long.

So many people crying,

so many people sad -

so many people blaming God,

so many people mad.

This poem's not about a car,

a cycle, or a van -

but oh, about the drivers there,

the much impatient man...

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Now God created turtles,

and God created hares -

but then created patient man,

if patient are his prayers.

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PLEASE DRIVE SAFELY - ALWAYS!

Galations 5:18-23 (NASB)
18 But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the Law. 

19 Now the deeds of the flesh are evident, which are: immorality, impurity, sensuality, 
 20 idolatry, sorcery, enmities, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, disputes, dissensions, factions,
21 envying, drunkenness, carousing, and things like these, of which I forewarn you, just as I have forewarned you, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
23 gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

He So Loved 3-29-11

Each morn, another sunrise,
on this, I can rely.
A simple thing, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each day, another painting,
as every cloud floats by.
A living art, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each eve, another sunset,
I see the colored sky.
A special sight, so beautiful -
though I do not know why.

Each loving gift, so beautiful,
yet one still makes me cry...
that He so loved a worm as me -
though I do not know why.

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Grocery Cart, The 3-20-11

I saw a grocery cart today,

and overflowed, it was, I'd say.

It proudly wore the biggest smile -

pushed along in latest style.

Wow!  Every type of food I saw -

from T-bone steaks to carrots, raw.

Until unto the checkout came -

it didn't seem to look the same.

Now this is what it was about -

when all the food was lifted out...

but don't we understand it still -

that God has overflowed our fill?

Unless sincere and broken are,

grace resides at farthest star.

If faith is absent, there's no grace

outside the walls of Heaven's space.

Wear humbleness and faithful be,

with fruitfulness that's as the sea -

and diligence we must maintain,

for if we're lost - life's all in vain.

And though that cart was quite a sight -

received it not, one single bite.

So don't be like that grocery cart -

that's stuffed with grace, but has no heart.

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Hebrews 5 (NASB)

13 For everyone who partakes only of milk is not accustomed to the word of righteousness,

for he is an infant.
14 But solid food is for the mature

who because of practice have their senses trained to discern good and evil.

True Love 3-16-11

So many things in body / soul

are empty, undefined -

but read this poem carefully,

and answers you may find.

The knowledge of the Love of God,

comes through in loving stages -

so see if you can find a clue -

within this couple's ages...

.......

The couple faced each other close,

while standing toe to toe.

The clear new day was very young.

They had no place to go.

His right hand held her left hand and,

His left hand held her right.

He slid a daisy through her hair.

She was a pretty sight.

The springtime breezes did not quell

the sun's most warmest rays.

As ocean waves kept rolling in,

they held the longest gaze.

Her face was like a sunshine's glow.

Her toes sank in the sand.

Her hair flipped in the open breeze.

Her fingers squeezed his hand.

Some folks had paused and stared a bit

when softly came the kiss -

but never would a moment pass,

a moment quite like this.

And with these two, that special time

would never go away -

for faithful is that one true love.

There is no better way.

So scenic was the sandy beach,

so beautiful, the pair -

yet only God creates true love

that I saw perfect there.

.......

Now just in case you're wondering,

what ages they could be...

Well, she's but two years younger than

his age of eighty-three.

So if assumptions, you had made -

in story told above -

you may have also missed the mark,

of true Agape Love.

Therefore, question all the writings,

discovered here and there,

that often miss the God of Love -

the hearer of each prayer.

And don't have shallow notions or,

wear blinders to 'believe' -

or come to some conclusion that

some well-known 'experts' weave.

Sometimes we think we know it all,

when all the facts we weigh -

but we do not create the God

who loves us every day.

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Hope 3-10-11

In despair,

we'll sometimes be.

At these times can we cope?

Yet always free,

if we can see

the One who offers hope.

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To Heaven's Doors 2-20-11

What is music to the deaf?

What are rainbows to the blind?

What are shoes worn by the lame?

What mere words can so define...

a special Son,

sent to a cross,

in a world,

forever lost?

What are dollars to a horse?

What are needles without thread?

What are tears without our grief?

What are Bibles to the dead?

Our ears must hear.

Our eyes must see.

Beyond the graves

our faith must be.

His loving grace,

forever pours -

draws walking faith,

to Heaven's doors.

Words are pathways,

nothing more.

There's Someone we

must cry out for.

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Knocks And Locks 1-23-11

How can we expect our God

to open Heaven's locks -

when we ignore His Son who stands

at our heart's door and knocks?

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Revelation 3:19-21 (KJV)

 ¹⁹As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

 ²⁰Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

 ²¹To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.

One And Only 1-23-11

One day soon we'll leave this world -

this world of wicked sin -

so where's the key to Heaven's Gate,

that we may step right in?

It isn't found in idols,

in silver, gold or wood -

It isn't found inside a prayer,

nor through intentions, good.

It isn't found in our career,

nor through some unclaimed perk -

It isn't found by our own hands,

nor through our greatest work.

It isn't found in churches,

or found inside a hymn.

It isn't found in human thoughts

nor through our newest whim.

It's not found in theology,

nor through man's greatest book.

It's found in yet another place -

...if only we would look.

God created just one key,

to fit in locks designed,

to hold the gate to Heaven shut -

and it's the one to find.

Heaven's gate accepts one key -

and it's the only one -

forged by grace and turned with faith

in His begotten Son.

Heaven's gate, forever locked

and firmly shut, will be -

unless within our heart we hold

that one and only key.

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Joyful Tears 1-17-11

In quantities, our teardrops fall,

they drip off sorry faces -

resulting from our broken hearts.

We save them in our vases -

for yet another lofty dream -

another selfish rose.

Is anyone the wiser?

Tell me no one knows.

And here, our vases set alone,

still filled with empty dreams.

Oh, everybody has them -

it's just the way, it seems.

It's popularity for some -

for others; riches, gold.

But when it's over, said and done,

their rose is dead and cold.

The tears we shed are endless,

and from our souls drawn.

We water every selfish want -

then later wish them gone.

We hold our very special vase -

we think of only 'me' -

but rather where still waters are -

our tears of joy should be.

Do roses last forever?

There is a day they die -

then scattered are the pieces of

the heart that happened by.

Lost pieces, scattered everywhere -

forever, broken are -

and at the end of shattered dreams,

there's one eternal scar.

When in, our earthly dreams, we live,

regret is always sure -

for when we grow our selfish rose,

it simply won't endure.

I often wonder why we work,

and waste away the years -

accomplishing so little with

such lonely, painful tears.

So walk beside still waters.

Through joyful tears you'll see -

a love that never wavers and,

a grace that's always free.

And if your faith is watered

and grows from day to day -

there's really nothing more to do -

for joyful is the way!

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The Strongest Man 1-11-11

When we are asked, "Who's stronger?"

we think so 'physical'.

We often think of Sampson -

not strength within the skull.

The strongest Man who ever lived -

had not a fist fight won -

but He had conquered challenges

and never quit 'til done.

He handled every mocking

and hateful, slimy spit.

He handled every whipping

while skin from scourging split.

Stronger was the 'weaker' Man,

who walked a lonely road.

Wearing thorns, they mocked Him and,

collapsed He, under load.

Huge nails set His hands and feet,

while teeth were tightly grit -

but never had He wavered.

He never once had quit.

Screams may echo over hills,

against the stormy skies -

but stronger is the faithful Man -

despite His painful cries.

Many brag and pound their chest -

their muscles, we can see -

but where you hear the loudest cry,

the stronger Man will be.

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