I Need A Do-Over!

What do you do with a do-over?
What do you change about your life?
Do you change it all and start over?
Or only the times of worry & strife?

How great it may seem to restart life,
knowing all that you know today.
Do you really think you’d be better off,
if life was to be this way?

The decisions we make throughout life,
are times that help us grow.
Doesn’t matter whether right or wrong,
because life is designed to be just so.

Sometimes the decision is very important,
it truly shapes & defines our future.
Other times, the deciding factor,
is living in our national culture.

But through it all there is a way,
to have help as we decide.
That way is found is Jesus,
in whom we need to abide.

He’s the only one we can trust,
when we need to make a change.
To clean up a life that’s gone all wrong,
take that life and rearrange.

As we put our faith and trust,
in Father, Son, & Holy Ghost.
We’ll see the change life can bring,
and live life honoring the Heavenly Host.

So put your life into His hands,
only He can give a do-over.
Over and over and over again,
as many times as a field of clover.

Daybreak

From break of day ’til dark of night,
Jesus Christ the Truth & Light.
When all seems bleak in our darkest hour,
He’s the beacon’s light atop the tower.

Don’t give up and don’t despair,
the Lord is faithful, He’s always there.
He knows our needs before we ask,
big or small, whatever the task.

It’s time to get up and begin a new day,
so down on your knees and begin to pray.
So put your faith and trust in Him,
and face any battle: we’ll surely win.

Why?

A companion poem to “Flying Home.”

As I walk through beginning,
of Creation, I shall see.
There my precious Jesus,
with His arms outstretched to me.

As I approach Him standing there,
I’ll see the Smile on His face.
I’ll know that He’s waited patiently,
to hold me in His embrace.

All my questions I once had,
no longer are important to me.
I’ve run the race, and won my crown,
I’m home for eternity.

Everywhere I look, I see,
such mighty souls of God.
Whose adoration is in one accord,
before the throne of God.

I’m crying now, such tears of joy,
as my soul joins in the praise.
For all that was ever done for me,
is now for all eternity.

Flying Home

A companion poem to “Why?

As I walk to the beginning,
of Creation, I shall see.
There my precious Jesus,
with His arms outstretched to me.

As I approach Him standing there,
I’ll see the Smile on His face.
I’ll know that He’s waited patiently,
to hold me in His embrace.

Jesus, Jesus, I want to be with you.
Jesus, Jesus, I know you’ll come back soon.
Jesus, Jesus, I want to hold your hand.
Walk along the beach, see our footprints in the sand.

You’ve taught me by your Holy Word,
to live my life for Thee.
You’ve guided & directed,
now I’m yours for eternity.

Jesus, I can’t thank You,
for all that you have done.
But by Your Holy Spirit,
victory has been won.

Jesus, Jesus, I want to be with you.
Jesus, Jesus, I know you’ll come back soon.
Jesus, Jesus, I want to hold your hand.
Walk along the beach, see our footprints in the sand.

I’m home at last and in Your care,
full of joy & peace and praise for Thee.
You’ve held me close for all the years,
my soul’s complete & fully free.

I finally understand your love for me,
as I stand before your throne.
To finally see your loving face,
and know I’m really home.

Jesus, Jesus, I want to be with you.
Jesus, Jesus, I know you’ll come back soon.
Jesus, Jesus, I want to hold your hand.
Walk along the beach, see our footprints in the sand.

Survive & Succeed

Survive & Succeed

The Spirit of Evil is strong in this place,
I see it reflected in the patients’ face.
Drugs and alcohol and substance abuse,
depression, anxiety, what’s the use?

We’re all here for reasons beyond our control,
times when our feelings become ice cold.
Knowing life’s issues never seemed fair,
we shelter ourselves in utter despair.

We finally have reached the depths of Hell,
nowhere to go but die or get well.
Dying seems vicious, as the only way out,
but that’s what life truly about.

There is no medication or magical pill,
to change our pasts or alter our will.
Our means of survival lies deeply within,
the Spirit within us, it’s desire to win.

There’s the battle that seem to tear us apart,
it’s the Spiritual battle to control our heart.
We are the victim in the midst of the fight,
we need to emerge from the Dark to the Light.

The choice is ours to survive and succeed,
but the wounds are deep, and we need to bleed.
I know it’s not easy to make that first choice,
but we all must listen to the Spirit’s still voice.

The first step’s the hardest to grab hold of your life,
it’s scary and frightful- full of turmoil & strife.
But the benefits greatly, our way- I repeat,
the surrender of life in accepting defeat.

So reach deep down into your heart,
wake for the battle you’re about to start.
Rile your life up- get out of your funk,
God created you, and He does not make junk.

Chorus of Life

I reach out for help,
but no one’s there.
Time and time again,
does anyone care?

I have a cane,
to help me walk.
I have a brain,
to help me talk.

I have meds,
for the way I feel.
Sometimes they work,
sometimes they heal.

But I need something,
to help me cope.
When dealing with life,
I sometimes lose hope.

I feel left out,
like I don’t belong.
This chorus of life,
makes a horrible song.

Memory upon memory,
haunts me day by day.
I just wish,
it would all go away.

I faced life,
I didn’t understand.
Again I reached out,
for a helping hand.

Psychiatry and psychology,
don’t answer my call.
Don’t pick me up,
when I fall.

I’m told to hang in there,
times will get better.
Someday, they say,
it will all come together.

I don’t see it happening,
I just keep getting older.
I’m running out of time,
sadly turning colder.

But, finally I find hope,
in all this despair.
Someone who says,
“I’ll always be there.”

“Come with me,
on solid rock I stand.
All the ground,
is sinking sand.

“I’m the answer,
you have been looking for.
Put your hand in Mine,
you don’t need any more.

“I’ve never allowed you,
what you can’t bear.
You’ve never been,
out of my care.

“My name is Jesus,
and I’m your friend.
I’ve never forsaken you,
time and time again.

“So reach out for help,
stretch out your hand.
I’ll lift you and hold you,
because I understand.

“I’m all you need,
I’m your sure hope.
Trust My strength,
I’ll help you cope.

“Never give up,
you’re more than a friend.
You’re a child of God,
SECURED, AMEN.”

The River

This poem was included in “His Precious Love”, an anthology published in the 1980’s by the American Arts Association, a defunct organization formerly based in Gulfport, Mississippi. 

In the mountains, on the highest peak,
the snow begins its sunny retreat.
The river begins from the melted snow,
as it winds its way through the hills below.

I, on my raft, have begun at the top,
a weary journey with no place to stop.
The river, it twists and turns as it flows,
and the speed of descent, still faster it grows.

I’m in the midst of turmoil and strife,
at the very points of fear for my life.
When around the next bend in the river I see,
the peace and tranquility of a glass covered sea.

As the raft begins to slow and to drift,
a powerful voice says, “May I give you a lift?”
The beauty of the sea is more than I can describe,
the Lord has joined me, here at my side.

I’ve asked Him to join me to my journey’s end,
to ride the river through every twist and bend.
I’ve asked Him to pile in and direct by my side.
He said, “Don’t fear! The Holy Spirit will guide!”

And so, once again, I begin my descent,
I thank the Lord that I took time to repent.
By putting my trust in His loving hand,
I know by faith that He’ll lead me to land.

So, whatever problems I face on the way,
I look back and thank Him for His glory today.
I know there’ll be falls and plummets still to face,
but now I will ride immersed in His grace.