New Year 2020

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It is that time again
To start a brand-new year
The world wants to celebrate
But before the Lord I shed a tear.

With all that’s happened recently
You would expect no celebration
But people will still carry on
With their new year’s declaration.

When will come the time
When we confess, we’ve had enough
Fight the corruption of this country
Stand up for what’s right, get tough.

This could be a year of change
This country need not be so
We could embrace our beginnings
We could answer yes not no.

But when and if we see
The New Year 2020
Did the year bring something different
Or was it same old 2019, dullness a’plenty.

Th choice is ours to make
This country can be turned around
Get on our knees and pray
That’s where we need to be ground.

Then we would see some change
When God is restored to government
And this country remembers its roots
Established by our first President.

It’s not an easy task to do
But Christians need to join and pray
If they don’t it will never change
And the future will be a dreary day.

We need to return to prayer in school
And family time to have a meal
Make priorities for the time you use
Get to know each other for real.

We could change our old sinful ways
And return to the straight and narrow
When God truly blessed this nation
And subdued Satan’s fiery arrow.

The question needs an answer
You must choose one or another
The road is wide to destruction
The road to salvation is the only other.

God had given everyone a free will
The choice is ours and it seals our fate
Choose the right path of life
Before it becomes too late.

Grandpa’s 75th Birthday

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Today’s the day you age yet again
You sometimes wonder; will it ever end?
But I have some news for you my friend
God will forever allow your age to extend

When sitting with friends and family
Your soul is filled to the brim with glee
Not because of how many people you see
But because of their love that makes you feel free

I know that all our lives are short
And enjoying oneself is a challenge of sorts
But the things we do will make you sore
Since I can kick your butt in mini golf, and then some more

What God has for you, we all are uncertain
For only He knows, and it’s for a good purpose
So there is no need to look up and be nervous
For when your time comes, you’ll be a star behind the curtain

So happy birthday to you with much love and concern
For your health and well-being and this life you deserve
We want more of you and we always will yearn
To see you again, when we all return.

Happy birthday Grandpa!

Love, Eric

Happy Birthday Deanna

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Happy happy birthday,
I’m so proud of you.
Each and every year,
you outdo Gorilla Glue.

Through all life throws at you,
through the thick and thin.
You’ll hold your head up high,
and always sport a grin.

But you have an advantage,
that many know nothing about.
You have someone covering your back,
and nothing can stop His clout.

I write a poem for your birthday,
but you have a Writer at home.
And I hope He also writes,
you a birthday poem.

May you have everything,
a happy birthday should bring.
But I have to tell you,
I don’t have a diamond ring.

May you sleep late,
have breakfast in bed.
Have a bubble bath in the tub,
and a hairdresser for your head.

Enjoy your day,
and all you do.
Enjoy God’s blessing,
happy birthday, I love you.

Happy Birthday Ella!

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This is a day to celebrate,
whose birthday can it be?
Could it be Ella getting bigger,
yes, she is one plus three!

Today is the day she’s four,
already I can’t wait for five.
Boy, time surely flies,
so young and so alive.

She has buses from Korea,
Chuggington and Thomas trains.
Special candy for treats,
this boggles my brains.

So easily she makes you laugh,
she’s such a delight.
She enters a room,
and makes it bright.

We’ll have a birthday cake,
to celebrate this great day.
Presents, balloons, and singing,
to the only one that doesn’t start with J.

Time to Honor

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A time to honor,
Veterans tried and true.
For all who fought,
for the red, white, and blue.

A time to remember,
a time to care.
A time to thank God,
we came home from there.

War just goes on and on,
I wonder if it will ever cease.
And all our soldiers be safe and sound,
and the world would be at peace.

But peace can only come for man,
when we let God be in control.
And blend our heart and mind on him,
and His angels on patrol.

God, the only true and lasting One,
Who is never wrong in anything.
He is perfection, love and peace,
after all, He is God and King.

Remembering Billy Graham (1918-2018)

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This poem is in memory of the Revered Billy Graham, who was called Home at the age of 99 on February 21.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” – John 14:6

There have been many preachers
who stand out in the crowd.
Who present the Salvation message,
delivered clear and loud.

But not all stay the course,
from beginning to end.
They don’t put in time and effort,
to become God’s friend.

He spent the time praying the Word,
and listening to hear God’s Voice.
This one invested in God’s calling,
he made a life-changing choice.

He evangelized throughout the world,
but could’ve ministered just at home.
Wherever God was leading, he went,
he never walked alone.

From peons to heads-of-state,
the message was always the same.
Accepting Christ into your life,
Jesus wiping out all blame.

The man had a mission,
and would not be deterred.
He loved his calling,
that’s all that mattered.

Now his body is at rest,
waiting for the trumpet sound.
When all the Earth will give up the dead,
as they rise up above the ground.

And all who knew Him,
will rejoice in what they’ve waited for.
They’ll join the Lord in the air,
their soul to live forevermore.

Someone to Love

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Do you have a friend,
who is always there?
To pick you up,
and show their care?

Each and every day,
throughout the coming year.
To never leave or forsake,
but hold you ever near.

Sticking closer than a brother,
to hold your hand in all you do.
To pick you up when feeling down,
to hold your heart when you feel blue.

To keep your mind in times,
when it seems ready to burst.
To give you living water,
in the times of your thirst.

I only know one,
who could fulfill this task.
And it doesn’t take much,
all you need to do is ask.

He knows all about you,
from beginning to end.
He is your Creator,
even your best friend.

Call His name and He will answer,
He’ll make crooked places straight.
He’ll change your life,
and make it great.

Just call His name, it’s Jesus,
and He wants to be your friend.
He’ll guide you along life’s path,
holding you from beginning to end.