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Oh Death Where Is Your Sting

I say oh death where is you sting? Oh grave your victory
The silent tomb that lay's await,that men think they shall see.	
But can’t you feel the stirrings that beats within your heart?
That infiltrates your very being and becomes in you a part.
The very depths with in your soul so deep within does lie
Comes out within your spirit“ You shall live not die”
You will declare the glorious word that changes truth from sin.
And in abundance it shall come so men can live again.
Fear not the fire that will burn away infirmities
Bear with the very suffering that will set man free.
Take upon your being a selfless way to live.
So to each and every man my blessing you may give.
For life gives up the mortal to immortality
As you put off your life, you then will take on me
I shall be your mainstay. Your life be hid in me
My glory will shine forth in you so everyone can see
No more shall man be shattered by the traditions of a man 
The very word you speak will cause, man to live again
 For types and shadows of things past before you now I bring.
So you can speak unto the grave,“Oh death where is your sting!”

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A Word In Season

Hey! you guys, I see you there,
Mom, Dad, in your chair.
Family ,friends now don’t be sad
If you saw me now, then you’d be glad 

My body’s not broken anymore
Got a Harley outside my mansion door
Well. maybe not, don’t hurt to dream
Anything’s possible here it seems

There’s no more sorrow, no more pain
No more hospital bed’s where I have lain
In such a state of helplessness
With no one there to hear you fuss.

The “son” shines bright on this sides shore
No darkened days for me no more
Just peace and love, you’d never guess
That I’d be living in this Bliss

There’s so much joy every day
To see God’s real in every way
To know that he’s forgiven me
And from all my sins he set me free

Not laden down with earthly cares
Without the drag of worldly snares
My life is now so bright and new
It’s happiness in all I do

I know you’ll miss me Mom and Dad
I’ll cherish too the times we’ve had
The way the Sunday’s used to be
Together with the family

You children, growing up so fast
My love for  you will always last
Without reserves, without condition
An endless love, that was my mission

To give you sound advice to keep
My word’s I’ve planted very deep
Within your mind and in your heart
You see we won’t be far apart

My love lives on in your memories
My spirit too with yours  it see’s
 If you need to know just what to do
You’ll hear my word’s, and know it too
That all the time  you were so mad, 
You’ll say that word was from my Dad.

In my book of memories, is my sister and my brother
I want you to know I’m very glad, that we had each other
The good times and the bad times, it seems we’ve had our share
But if we needed one another, you’d know that we’d be there.

If it were fishing or a hunting or just building a four wheeler
The fun we had together would always be a sealer,
Of the love we shared together  a bond unlike any other
I was always very happy to have you for my brother.

Mom & Dad, I’ll wait for you upon this golden shore
Children, sister, brother too , my friends  and so much more
I want to say to you, but find that I must close  
But a greater family to me I could have never chose

When you think you’ve lost everything and there is none to gain
Just look again and you will see his blessings fall like rain.
You see I now am peaceful, he took me up to rest
In being here, I know now, I have the very best.

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Good Luck Meal

A good luck meal on New Years Day, consists of many things,
They say it makes a difference on what the New Year brings.
I got to thinking ,wow, what luck, for the pig that gave that chop,
that i stuffed with the dressing and put sour kraut on top.
He wasn't very lucky as anyone could see, and when I served the black eyed peas,
they were staring back at me.
As if to say, "your lucky meal was bought with a great cost.
It wasn't very lucky for the pig whose life was lost."
To myself I wondered , How can I eat this meal?
I was thinking about that piggy, I could even hear him squeel.
I bowed my head and said dear God, I know this food is blessed,
Help us to be so thankful for that pig who is at rest.
So as I passed the food along I said in words so clear,
Thank you pig for being food for my lucky year.

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Hard To Be An Eagle

THE BIRDS ARE QUITE A SIGHT TO SEE IT TELLS YOU MANY THINGS
OF HOW THE WEATHERS COMING AND WHAT THE SEASON BRINGS
BUT THE BIRD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS HIGH ABOVE THE REST
AND  IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

AN EAGLE IS A MAGNIFICENT BIRD WITH A VERY LARGE WINGSPAN
AND WITH HIS SHARPENED EYESIGHT HE SEE'S MILES ACROSS THE LAND
HE REPRESENTS OUR FREEDOM AS HE SOARS ABOVE THE REST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST

THE TURKEY IS A DUMB BIRD THAT WILL FOLLOW YOU AROUND
THEN RUN AWAY SO QUICKLY AT EVERY NOISEY SOUND
THEY PECK AWAY AT BRIGHT THINGS AND AT EACH OTHER TOO
THEY NEVER KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO OR WHAT THEY WANT TO DO

THEY ARE HAPPY WITH JUST BEING HUDDLED WITH THE REST
IT SO HARD TO BE AN EAGLE WHEN YOUR IN A TURKEY'S NEST
BUT I KNOW THAT GOD HAS CALLED ME AND HE'S PUT ME TO THE TEST
AND IT'S HARD TO BE A TURKEY WHEN YOUR IN AN EAGLES NEST.

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The Beginning...Part Ii

On the seventh day He rested; for all was in its place.
For He had finished everything, to start the human race.
He said, “Adam I have made you, and of every tree you may eat.
But of the tree of good and evil, from it you must retreat!
For in the day you eat of it, you shall surely die.”
His work was almost finished, He turned and gave a sigh.
I’ve brought the animals to you, male and female of the same.
Whatever you would call them, that will be their name.

But God looked then, and what He saw was for Adam no helpmeet,
So He fashioned  him a helper as He put him in deep sleep.
He took a rib from Adam and formed Adam his wife
Adam called her woman for part of him had gave her life.
One day while in the garden the serpent came her way
And as she picked the fruit therein, she could hear him say.

Did God say not to eat of every garden tree,
Why God knows if you do, then you’ll be wise as He.
So of the fruit the woman ate, gave a portion to the man
Their eyes were opened to the truth and naked did they stand.
God’s voice walked in the garden calling “Adam, where are you?”
Adam cried “we are hiding, we are naked not knowing what to do.”
“Who told you you were naked, how can this thing be?
Tell me Adam, tell me now, have you eaten from the tree?
Because you have done this thing, from this garden you shall go.
Thorns and thistles shall be your ground, that’s all you shall know.

By sweat of your face you’ll earn bread till dust you do return.”
Out of the garden then they went; a hard lesson had been learned.
In a void and darkened world your spirit now shall dwell
And from the darkness of your land, I’ll cause my light to swell.
Into all the brokenness and empty vessels bring,
Until you kneel before my throne and claim me as your King

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The Gift

With head in hands and weary sigh’s, I ponder what to give
For all the gift’s cost so much, why it’s even hard to live
Within the meager means of what a person makes today
I sit in quietness and listen for the answer’s  as I  pray.
God, can it be we want so much that we don’t really need?
The gift’s we give we value more than what you’d have us heed?
What is it Lord you’d have me give to celebrate the day
You gave  us your only begotten son to show us all the way,
To be an extension of your love so every man could see 
Your Glory sent to us on earth, so we your sons might be..
Oh yes my Lord! I hear you say the gift’s  you’d have me give
Would be the gift’s of Love,Joy,Peace, showing others how to live.
By living an example, the gift of love would be the best 
Of laying down my own way when I’m put to the test.
To give my time to listen and to hear man’s very heart
When it’s broken, badly wounded ,then your love I shall impart.
To let them know there is a father who care’s in all they do,
You are standing close to them and they can lean on you.
I’ll say,  our father knows us from beginning to the end.
Not only he's our father but wants to be our greatest friend.
I’ll tell them of your son you gave, for us he took our place.
Upon the cross he gave his life for all of the human race.
The crown of thorn’s upon his head, the nails  in his hands and feet
The sword thrust in his side,  his blood made all complete
What more could mortal man do , than for us all to die?
And as he bowed his head in death, forgive them was his cry.
Oh but now comes Joy, of it our heavenly angles sing
For on the third day he arose, we claim him as our King
Every man that hears, and will  believe, that Jesus is our Lord
Can have the same Joy that he gives, for it’s a unbroken cord
That links together Love, Joy, Peace and in everything I do
I’ll give those gifts from God above…I give them now to you.

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Ring Out Wild Bells To the Wild Sky

The day so calm and quiet, not a stirring of the leaves.
The awesome look of the sky has caused me to believe.
Something weird is happening, deep in the air does lie.
Then i hear them say aloud, Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.

I hear the warning they do bring of storm clouds gathering in.
The swirling of the darkened clouds and breezes do begin. 
To tell of danger everwhere , I hear the breezes sigh.
Oh church Ring out, wild bells to the wild sky.

The swirling of black clouds, come before our way
We shout a call , warning them, take cover for this day,
Won't be like any other, hear them calling out their cry?
Oh quickly, quickly,  Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.

Now slowly, slowly, scenes do change, in brightness comes the sun.
The breezes calm,the darkness past, a new day has begun
The timing of those ring bells, has caused us not to die
I'm grateful for the hearing of ,Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

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Empty Nest

Chubby little dimpled hand’s reach up to stroke my face
Happy cowboy booted boy, with hair all out of place
Broken nose, stepped on shoes, doggies left behind,
These are the things as I grow old, is running through my mind.
It only took a dollar to win a skip bow game
And if you lost the first one, we would play again
The homemade pizza and the pop would add to all the fun.
If you won $2.00 you’d be the lucky one.
How precious do those days now seem with all the children gone
Their children grown and have their own. Where do I now belong?
Tiny children calling grandma, I look around to see,
But they are calling my child, no longer calling me.
Life’s gone so fast, what do I do with the days that’s left ahead?
How many book’s can I read or how long stay in the bed.
The years have taken toll on me, and bones within me ache
Forgetfulness encamps my mind of the pills that I should take.
They call these the golden years, they say they’ll come a time,
When I will say I’ll take my rest and life will be a rhyme,
Of words I put together, to say how I do feel,
Forgotten, Laid aside for now, Hey what is the deal?
I once was young but now I’m old and I can only see,
The path that’s laid before me and I shall walk with thee.
Oh gates now open wide for me, do you see me coming in?
The brightness of your being Lord has made me to live again.
The ones I’ve loved are waiting, their hands stretched out to me.
Mother’s, father’s, cherished ones I see oh now I see.
Rejoicing, laughing, loving ones, oh wait I hear my name
Grandma, Grandma comes the cry,I turn to see the same
Loving girls hand in hand as they rush forth for me
sunlight shining in their hair, death had set them free.
I catch them up close to me and I finally get to say
I am so glad to be with you, you'll brighten up my day.
Let me tell you of your mother's that have missed you very much
Who would have given everything to feel your baby touch
How fast life goes and very soon they will come here too
To share with you the beauty and their joy of loving you.
But now I will remember…dimpled hands upon my face,
Cowboy booted little boy with hair all out of place.
I look back and I can see how lucky I have been
To have those precious moments, that I relive again.
So booted boy and dimpled hand’s, so fair, so fair of face.
I put you back within my heart, till I have run the race.

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The Beginning...Part I

In a void and darkened land I the spirit dwell.
From the darkness of that land I caused the light to swell.
Over all the darkened world the light shone so bright.
The light I called day, the darkness I called night.

God then called a firmament, in the midst of the waters gave it birth
And when the dry land did appear, God then named it Earth.  
He gathered then the water, from the land He let it be
A divider of the waters from the waters, He named it then the sea.

God made a garden from the earth; the grass, the herb, the tree.
And it gave forth it’s luscious fruit as you will quickly see.
He spoke light in the heavens to divide day from night.
The sun by day, the moon by night; to give off it’s great light.

He spoke unto the waters and to the sky above 
Bring forth great whales and such, He spoke it with great love.
Be ye fruitful and multiply ye fish that swim the sea.
You fowls that fly high in the air; bring glory unto me.

All living creatures of the earth, and every creeping thing
Multiply your own kind back, one of every living thing.
And then God said “let me make my image in a man”
And give him dominion over all of sea and land.
So out of dust he fashioned him, perfect in every way
He breathed His breath into him; it was the sixth day.

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Inner Speakings 2

Yes my son these are the words, in darkness comes the cry
and you must be my mouthpiece to break darkness from the lie,
that man has chosen to believe because easy seemed the way.
Proclaim the message loud and clear, for now is a new day.
 Man can no more walk in his own way,his glory to preform.
Put off your sins, your wicked ways for you cannot be lukewarm.
My word I've given unto, you and every man
shall not my word be given out to heal each man's land?
 Hide not my word, hide not my word, hide not my word I say.
Speak it forth in power bold, and never let it sway,
unto a word that passifies and passes over sin,
but state it loud and clear my child so man may live again.
 As you let my light shine forth for everyone to see,
no more will you be dwelling in me, but it is I in thee.
For I have caused a transformation in the twinkling of an eye,
I have put off mortal and caused you not to die.
   Fear not the world or darkness, for I will be your stay, 
and by my spirit you shall walk unto a brighter day.
 For every eye shall behold, my Glory shall they see
For the brightness of my comming, shall be seen in thee.