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Easter 2016: The Son-Rise

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Death is final,
for both you and I.
And people gather,
for a last good-bye.

But there is a future,
for us to hold.
And it leads us,
to streets of gold.

The price was paid,
and debt wiped clean.
The future enables us,
to hope and dream.

The grave is conquered,
the stone is rolled away.
In a tomb,
He did not stay.

He’s given us life,
what we couldn’t do.
Paid the price,
to make everything new.

He destroyed the bondage,
of death and hell.
And opened the door,
of our hopeless cell.

What more could we ask?
He has done it all!
We have a choice,
just answer His call.

He wants to live,
within our heart.
Clean out the junk,
and set us apart.

So invite Him in,
renew life today.
With Jesus in your heart,
you’ve now found the Way.

Open the hotel,
and give Him the keys.
He’ll clean every room,
and do it with ease.

Seventeen Verses

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Eighteen is getting closer and closer,
and before you know it, twenty-one.
So enjoy each joyous birthday year,
while they are still fun.

Each birthday brings changes in life,
as we grow and mature.
Look to what the future holds,
and our heart in God, secure.

God is able to open many doors,
as our future is in His Hands.
And with our anchor secure in Him,
He is the Author of all our plans.

Already He has done much for you,
and the future holds so much more.
Your potential is unlimited,
with multiple blessings galore.

You’ve been allowed to celebrate,
in so many different places.
I wonder where your favorite was,
you’ve put us through the paces.

Massachusetts, Rhode Island,
Connecticut & Vermont.
All in one day’s time,
that’s a lot to visit and count.

We’ve been to many other states,
I couldn’t name them all.
But we’ve always had a great time,
whether we’re in the country or at a mall.

We’ve spent enough time playing golf,
the kind where you putt-putt all day long.
Sometimes you even get to win,
but mostly you just play along.

You get to do many do-overs,
which really aren’t fair.
Your score never reflects it so,
but I don’t really care.

Myrtle Beach was the territory for battle,
we’ve attacked that town twice a’round.
Golf courses were available everywhere,
but other things to do were found.

We had a storm which was quite unique,
it had its moments of joy, fear, and power.
The winds so strong, you couldn’t open the door,
and this went on for over an hour.

Grandma was banging on the door because,
it pulled her in to the hall.
Your mother and father were on the balcony,
watching the lightning and all.

They didn’t know ’til you and I,
arrived at the hotel room.
Grandma had been pulled in to the hall,
with a loud and thunderous boom.

The trip sure had its moments,
when you and Grandma were on the wrong floor.
317 instead of 417, with the door ajar,
the room was empty- could you ask for more?

Something is always bound to happen,
and it varies from year to year.
It always revolves around you,
and adds to your birthday cheer.

These times are never planned,
they just seem to come about.
But in the end, everything,
just seems to work out.

Just like this poem about you being 17,
your age and the number of verses.
So happy birthday again from all,
too bad birthdays don’t have reverses.

The Christian at Midlife

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This poem was originally composed on November 9, 1985.

We reach a point in life,
when it is time to turn and look.
What does the future hold?
The past is a closed book.

We try to face each new day,
and find our answer for life.
Why Lord, am I where I am,
in all of midlife’s strife?

I thought I knew all the answers,
knew exactly which way to go.
I find my life in turmoil,
dreams and demands tossing to and fro.

Life seems so unfair,
when I’ve tried so hard to succeed.
But Lord, I forgot in my stop at Calvary,
to take the time to bleed.

I’d tried to find someone to care,
to see and really understand.
I expect an instant life of success,
by putting my life in your hand.

I’ve become so disappointed,
I’m ready to walk away.
But still, a little voice reminds me,
“Your time is not today.”

I know in man I can not trust,
Lord, dear Lord, please draw me near.
I’ve tried this life in my own way,
Lord. it has become a life of fear.

I’ve finally realized you love me so,
of this I do not doubt.
Lord, dear Lord, I ask you please,
help me work this crisis out.

Lord, as I lift my hands in praise,
reach to me from heaven above.
Pick me up and cradle me,
in Thy tender and precious love.

Another day has come to dawn,
rejoice and be glad in it.
In God’s scheme of life,
He’s got a place for us to fit.

Even in our darkest hour,
or the gloom of night.
We’re held within his tender Hands,
and given a perfect light.

So, even when the day starts wrong,
and Satan starts assail.
Remember in Whose Hands we are,
His promises never fail.

Remember the victories already won,
we have no cause to doubt.
We stand upon the solid rock,
Jesus will work it out.

It’s Not About Me

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Born into this world,
of turmoil & strife.
Not knowing,
wrong from right.

Learning by example,
of all that I see.
What really matters,
just seems to be me.

All I’ve been taught,
in school and out.
Point to one thing,
I am what it is about.

So now I’m ready,
to go out on my quest.
To fulfill my desires,
make my life the best.

Whatever it takes,
I’m ready to do.
My concern about me,
not about you.

As I begin the climb,
the ladder is steep.
If I miss a rung,
the floor will be deep.

The higher I climb,
the tougher it gets.
The pressure is greater,
and so are the depths.

Forge on I must,
for I’ve made a pledge.
But everything is pulling me,
over the edge.

I am ever so close,
I can see the top.
Stop pushing and shoving,
everybody stop!

It is empty and bare,
there is nothing here.
Lonely and dark,
with deathly fear.

Give me a moment,
to reflect and look back.
To see if by chance,
I am on the wrong track.

When I first started,
I asked the way.
Only two choices,
I remember the day.

Track one read,
“It’s all about me.”
Track two read,
“It’s not about me.”

I’ve made a mistake,
got on the wrong train.
Thought I knew it all,
the world to gain.

I’m often alone,
now the end is near.
Nowhere to turn,
to remove the fear.

I hear someone calling,
“Last call for track two!”
I’m here, I’m here,
but what must I do?

Surrender your life,
accept Jesus the Son.
And board the train,
be on the right one.

Choose early and right,
make Jesus your Lord.
Then you’ll be ready,
“Last call, all aboard!”

A Month Ending in 29

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Six, twelve, eighteen, twenty-four,
do you know what these numbers are for?
Every year we lose a quarter,
and every year is a quarter day shorter.

And after four years are up,
we get to add our quarters up.
Our extra day is 2/29,
an extra day sounds just fine.

It is just a matter of hours,
that makes up twenty-nine.
Because the day only happens when,
every four years fall in line.

I never traced the mathematics,
to find out how really true.
I just came to accept it,
like others, me and you.

It always happens in an election year,
and I think I know why.
It gives us another day,
to separate the truth from a lie.

We get to hear them argue,
who should be President.
The extra day is to figure,
what they actually meant.

The extra day would be nice,
if we could use it to relax.
But this year, 2016,
is a work day, for a fact.

So an extra day of work,
does not make life any better.
Unless it’s used for family time,
and a day of beautiful weather.

If they would let me decide,
then it would only be fair.
Let people celebrate,
whatever way they care.

This day should actually become,
a holiday celebrated worldwide.
The entire world to stand for peace,
and be united, side by side.

One day every four years,
when the whole world could get along.
Forget about our selfish problems,
embrace the good, forget the wrong.

Maybe it would catch on,
being only one day long.
And all the world could sing,
“We are Family,” the song.

Life Can Be

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We can’t always live,
each and every dream.
Life can’t always be,
simple and peachy keen.

Some of life’s situations,
can seem very mean.
And at the final outcome,
you just want to scream!

When the plans boil over,
you need to let off steam.
Then you recompose yourself,
and start off new and clean.

But I have a simple way,
you might be looking for.
All it takes to have it,
is open your heart’s door.

It’s really very simple,
it boils down to a choice.
Let your heart speak,
open your mouth and use your voice.

Accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior,
and accept His grace for all your sin.
Your life will never be the same,
your frown is now a grin.

I will not say that all is perfect,
but it will be better than it’s been.
With Jesus living in your life,
defeat will now be a win.

So turn your life to Jesus Christ,
accept His love and favor.
And with Him always by your side,
joy and peace you’ll always savor.

Should Cupid Quit?

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After Cupid had a hard year,
he finally decided to pack his gear.
He sold his bows and arrows,
he would not work any more tomorrows.

He lived his life according to plan,
after all, he was his biggest fan.
He was always proud when it turned out right,
and people had futures ever so bright.

But with his symptoms of being old,
and February being a month so cold.
His retirement would be a welcome change,
and maybe a home in the open range.

And the choices are many for him to decide,
yet wherever he goes, he’ll not be able to hide.
He was a celebrity- of this no doubt,
and he was someone who had some clout.

“Maybe I’ll open a business or so,
it will help to give me somewhere to go.
I have experience in the field of dating,
and with that background, there will be no waiting!”

“I might work for my good friend Thor,
or maybe be romantic and open a jewelry store!
Or maybe just rest and take it slow,
but that may be boring- I just don’t know!”

“Decisions, decisions, I can’t make up my mind,
nothing seems right for whatever I find.
Maybe I’m hasty and I’m acting too quick,
all these choices- what should I pick?”

“Maybe I’ll go see the doctor today,
listen and see what he has to say.
Maybe there is medicine to put me on track,
and I might even get my old job back.”

“I brought joy and happiness to many hearts,
perfect aim with my love darts.
If I give up, what will they do,
it will be sad without an ‘I love you!'”

“The doctor was able to give me a lift,
ripped up the bill and said, ‘It’s my gift!’
Not many people work just one day a year,
and bring to people so much cheer.”