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There comes to us each Thursday morning
One very interested in our group sharing
The texts to be used the next Sunday
His explanations of the verses help hear what they say
Our questions asked, sometimes simple, sometimes deep
His answers almost never put us to sleep
The Spirit speaks through this spiritual man
Understandable words spoken like few can
An hour Bible study, most times extended by half
Quite often interspersed with a hearty laugh
Who is this teacher/preacher sent to us to speak
Knowledgeable words our hearts seek
That one who longs for God's word, our hearts to fill
The one known to all of us as our friend, Pastor Bill
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I read and study my father-in law's old Bible
Tattered, written in , highlighted, never left idle
Each time I pick it up, I think of this spiritual man
He's smiling when I read from it as often as I can
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Why have you hidden your face from me
My heart longs for you, an unheard plea
You are so distant, between us an impenetrable barrier
Sadness overtakes me, gloom seeps into my interior
When again will I feel your warmth on my face
To be uplifted when you arrive from your distant place
So many days spent waiting, finally they are done
Spectacular beauty is yours, welcome back shining sun
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Seeing is believing
I think not
Believing is seeing
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I see, but I am blind
I hear, but I am deaf
I taste, but all is bland
I touch, but I do not feel
I smell, but the scent is elusive
Our senses conforming to the world
Influenced and molded by that deceptive designer
So skillful and crafty in guiding us away
Ever so masterfully allowing us our way
That we become accustomed to being in the darkness
What was once Holy is seen as folly
Truth is eroded, past rules are just old-fashioned
Being modern, everything is acceptable
What fun, join the crowd, we are free
Free to experience everything the world offers
But we have this small inner voice
Almost extinguished by that smiling deceiver
Something inside whispers during our quiet times
That our way is going against the grain
Some unexplainable sixth sense speaking softly
Fleeting thoughts of some other direction
A pull in our hearts that will not go away
Another way begins to enter our consciousness
A way that reveals our freedom is actually bondage
And that true freedom is found when we come to believe
In that One who comes to us where we are
All faults known, we are accepted and forgiven
By that One who has waited so long for us to come home
An unknown kind of love shown by our Heavenly Father
Who wants to be in a relationship with those so undeserving
The veil is lifted and our senses are refocused on His way
We are accepted as a child of God because of One on a cross
We then know true freedom enjoyed with Him for eternity
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Thinking back on good times at the lake
Of wake boarding and tubing, jumping the wake
Quiet times at night when all beds were filled
The morning smell of pancakes and bacon grilled
Kids running down the dock, into the water diving
Sometimes splashing people in boats nearby fishing
Indelible snapshots of a family having fun
I'm sometimes saddened to have those times done
But to have had that time in my life, I am forever grateful
Spent with a loving family, my heart is exceedingly joyful
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PT160, what does it mean
Sounds like a plane or some kind of machine
It seems to almost defy definition
Maybe it is some kind of condition
PT160, poetic texting in 160 characters of less
You are thinking, it's strange, that's my guess
But it is quite a challenge to obey the guidelines
160 characters or less, messages that rhyme in four lines
I would encourage you to utilize your poetic talent
To send a message of hope, words of encouragement
Maybe to say words not easy to say face to face
Loving words sent to someone in a far off place
Maybe you're thinking PT160 is quite silly
But those who have received responded positively
Smiles, days made better,thoughts provoked, appreciation
Sometimes just a few kind words can change a life's direction
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Politicians, are they always right, never wrong
Sometimes I wonder if they can be bought for a song
Whatever happened to the concept of negotiation
If they don't begin listening, I am fearful for our nation
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There isn't anyone loved more by God than you
At times it seems like we have too much to go through
Some days we feel like there is no way out
But Jesus' love erases our every doubt
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What message do we long to hear
That a loving God holds us dear
Our lives sometimes lived in fear
Please know that our God is always near
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