In Case You Just Forgot 5-10-14

Oh, come what may, let mothers say

what's good and what is not.

Though skies are gray, it's child's play.

Are you still just a tot?

Don't be that way, it's quite okay

to give her all you've got.

Hugs can't betray.  Simply obey.

your mom wears polka-dot.

Now don't delay nor let it weigh -

or life is all for naught.

Without essay, just jot away.

You needn't write a lot.

Then find the ray in bright bouquet,

Has heart not one soft spot?

And finally pray.  It's Mother's Day,

(in case you just forgot).

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Pile Of Leaves 5-6-14

Our knowledge grew but wisdom knew

a massive pile of leaves.

Wind kicked them high.  We watched them fly

on God's stiff autumn breeze.

Without a care they danced up there.

If each one was a letter,

they'd flock like birds creating words

while God put them together.

If words were formed would hearts be warmed

or ruin all our plans?

Are we so smart we'd fall apart

and then make our demands?

Oh, have not we, humility

and other Godly traits?

Please give us peace as burdens cease -

for patience always waits.

Not one's shoving.  Leaves are loving.

They begin this phrase.

"Your disbelief in every leaf

cannot give God the praise!"
Yes, it'd be weird if words appeared

and we'd not have to guess.

But notice there, a simple prayer

that goes something like this:

"Savior Jesus, please don't give us

everything we want.

This world brings so many things -

those things we only flaunt.

So we'll be true to only You

and have no other 'gods'.

Then You may ease our temper please,

so we won't be at odds."

If we can't learn and can't discern,

restrain us then in fetters.

Please underline, bold font is fine -

and then enlarge the letters.

Our knowledge grows - but wisdom knows

a massive pile of leaves.

Wind kicks them high.  We watch them fly

on God's stiff autumn breeze.

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Abundant Life! 4-19-14

Oh, how the evil people came.

They tore me from my roots.

Now I was dead and destitute

and offered no good fruit.

I could not cope and gave up hope

that I could ever be

a twig, so insignificant,

upon God's mighty tree.

My pain, excruciating, vast -

my burdens, so intense.

Their legal laws weren't moral and

their logic made no sense.

They burned me out and bested me.

They said, "Now go away."

Exhausted, they, my energy

I needed for the day.

My prayers seemed ever hollow

and repetitious too.

I asked God for some wisdom,

then asked Him, "Where are You?"

I asked God for some answers.

I asked, "Where are You now?

Oh, why did You not answer me?

Why this, did You allow?"

Confused, I was, and angered.

I screamed, "This is not fair!"

Depressed, I was, and out of hope,

Did God no longer care?

My glass was very empty,

while theirs was very full.

Now how can God revive the dead?

It seems impossible.

But God gives life abundantly

forgiving everyone -

who does confess through faithfulness,

as grace shines through His Son.

My faith was null and buried.

They killed it with a knife.

Man may destroy, but God creates,

then gives abundant LIFE!

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John 10:10 (NASB)

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;

I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.

1 Peter 1:7 (KJV) 

That the trial of your faith,

being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, 

though it be tried with fire,

might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:

In the Know 4-15-14

When we can't cope and we've no hope to face another day,

because desires of the liars have the legal say.

When money speaks, lawyers' techniques will find the crooked way -

to bend the rules with legal tools demanding us to pay.

When we can't flee and we can't see a silver lining's ray,

'cause the cancer of the answer requires us to pay.

There's no support for truth in court.  It's in such disarray.

With judges bought, the crooks aren't caught.  It's now their evil way.

I'd like to live more positive with poems optimistic,

but I'm the fool they've treated cruel and they all make me sick.

Their lobbyists just can't resist to bribe them flush with dough.

The rest of us don't make a fuss.  We work, yet owe and owe.

God's in control of every soul and hell they'll surely see.

Do not think twice, take my advice and come along with me.

Starting today I'm on my way to take back Washington.

Begin again.  This time we'll win.  We've only just begun.

There's Huckabee, Trey Gowdy - and don't forget Rand Paul.

Ben Carson, Sarah Palin - and of course there's Bobby Jindal.

There's many more we can vote for, who haven't sold their soul -

to those elite who like to cheat and have no self-control.

'Goliath' fights but we have rights that only come from God.

Now 'in the know', our numbers grow- as we hold sovereign sod.

If it's a war they're asking for, then let's pick up the stick.

And get on board to our reward- protecting our Republic.

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By the Bushel 3-30-14

Two weeks and a day since mom passed away.

Tomorrow will be yet another.

Tears run down my cheeks each time someone speaks

and mentions my dear ol' mother.

For many long years she shed many tears

for the lost and the lame and the weak.

And sitting beside, I would see them in stride

zig-zag down her long wrinkled cheek.

I can't change the facts and cannot relax

understanding that life must go on.

As long as I'm living, I must be forgiving

and add to what mom built upon.

Before laid to rest, my mom did her best.

She loved God with all of her heart.

And right now she's givin' her love there in Heaven.

What time should the rest of us start?

To save someone's soul was her greatest goal.

The joy on her face would abound.

She wasn't contented until friends repented

and peace everlasting was found.

My mom, she was special.  She filled by the bushel,

such love, her incessant desire.

Though it overflowed, her love never slowed

as she piled it higher and higher.

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