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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