Long Hiatt Poems
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The Competitor
Satan has competed for man's soul
Since that day in the garden
Amid all our efforts, we'd be doomed
Had Christ not granted us a pardon
"Ye shall not surely die"
The serpent did proclaim
This was in defiance of God's Word
Yielding brought, mankind shame
Lot was confronted with a choice
The well watered plain he chose
Lust of the flesh lured him away
A terrible price, from this arose
Job was advised, "curse God and die"
When storms raged on every side
Though He slay me, yet Him I trust
Whatever happens, He will abide
"Cast thyself down," from this pinnacle
Satan propositioned - God's Son
He responded with, "it is written"
To this quotation, there was none
Competition, between right and wrong
Has been paramount, through the ages
Yet every obstacle, can be overcome
A solution lies in the Bible's pages
Colan L Hiatt = 03-26-15
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A Little Bird"
(Refer to= Matthew 10:29,31)
One of the first things that I hear
As dawn breaks in the eastern sky
Is a cheerful song, of a little bird
Another bleak night, it does defy
God instilled in it, the simple fact
That life and hope, still remain
A ray of sunshine, can be seen
Amid our sorrow, and our pain
The night before, the screen displayed
A clenched fist and angry eyes
As turmoil raged within the heart
Of those who voiced their battle cries
Although darkness may rule the heart
Of those who rebel against the light
In the end, victory will be sweet
We'll rejoice, that our choice was right
He who attends the funeral of a sparrow
Will not our needs forsake
When evil would engulf our land
A way of escape, He will make
I have faith that amid our trials
His love, He will always show
He'll guide us when the night is dark
"A little bird told me so"
Colan L Hiatt = 06-27-13
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The Simple Days
We grew up in another age
Honesty and hard work was the gauge
All we earned was a meager wage
Back in the simple days
Often we would arise at four
Thanking God as feet touched the floor
Again, - we began our daily chores
Back in the simple days
There was no "hand-out", - no "give-away"
Most earned a living from the clay
For better times, we would pray
Back in the simple days
Rewards that came were well earned
Value of a dollar we soon learned
Integrity , - - was the main concern
Back in the simple days
From that dollar we would count the change
In the modern day, this might seem strange
Instead of buying new, - we would rearrange
Back in the simple days
A firm handshake sealed a deal
There was no need for a seal
This alone, made it real
Back in the simple days
As a youth I often felt resentment
Very few things gave contentment
Many disappointing days were spent
Back in the simple days
But later I began to appreciate
Lessons learned, I could not duplicate
Not all of them, brought me fate
Back in the simple days
Today; much has gone "high-tech"
But I have learned to not neglect
The values I came to respect
Back in the simple days
Colan L Hiatt = 02-13-18
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The Farmers Lament
Sitting on the porch of a run-down home
The old man gazed toward the setting sun
As it was sinking in the west
After all his chores were done
The land, was the source of his income
He had toiled it through the years
Some of those were productive
Others, brought disappointment and tears
Stones and thistles, he did combat
Drought and famine had taken its toll
Now his body is wracked with pain
From fighting things he can't control
Many memories of, youthful days
Before his strength was gone
Kept drifting across his mind
And now today, he sits alone
Sarah, his wife and best friend
The rose of his heart, since their late teens
Last year illness took her away
No motivation, since he lost his queen
He visioned strolling along a shore
That was free from rocks and sod
Where ground was fertile, and gardens plush
As they were first designed by God
He knew the Savior had made a promise
To those who accept His will
There would be rest for a weary traveler
When he had climbed that last long hill
Colan L Hiatt = 06-02-17
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The Healing Hand
Raised arms and angry voices
In defiance of events of the day
Turmoil rages in the streets
Things just didn't go their way
It's a picture that is commonplace
Seems it is paramount in our land
Just who is right and who is wrong
Each side expressing their demand
Is there no place for "the golden rule"
Or are we too engulfed in - "our way"
Is there no place for compassion
No time to seek God, - and pray
There is a solution to it all
If His Word, we would apply
It's found in 2nd. Chronicles, 7:14
Greed, anger and malice, it will defy
"Love thy neighbor, as thyself"
Is a tall task for anyone
But the reward, it would provide
Supersedes that of a gun
Each side seeks, a healing hand
But will they pay this price
To sacrifice "self," and turn to Him
No one can improve upon His advice
Colan L Hiatt = 05-27-15
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Breaking News
Breaking news - - Breaking news
It flashes again across our screen
Lately it happens more and more
It seems to be almost routine
It could be an accident or fire
But more often it's a brutal act
Conveyed by hands of evil men
Against society, they seek impact
What makes it even more profound
Most often it's not against their kind
But children and the innocent
Are victims of an evil mind
It’s a basic fact, since in the garden
When mankind departed from God’s way
Animosity and sin has been the rule
Grief and strife, is the price we pay
Hatred and malice against a neighbor
Or our stance upon philosophy
Denying someone their opinion
No place for truth and God's reality
Only when our lives are yielded to Him
Will there be abiding peace
If we would apply 2 Chronicles 7:14
Then hatred and turmoil, - would cease
Colan L Hiatt = 06-15-16
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y Way - - His Way
Memory often takes me back
When I recall childhood days
As a loner, I had little competition
I could do things, - - my way
Teenage years - - somewhat the same
Just more work, but less play
I felt that I was doing fine
I could still do things, - - my way
As a young adult, I began to question
Was there perhaps, a need to pray
Was there something more in life
Than doing things, - - my way
Reading God's Word, revealed to me
My body, was nothing more than clay
His Spirit, helped me realize
Perhaps I should consider, - - His way
As conviction drew me to His side
I knew His Word, was more than a cliche
I knew it was best that I surrender
And let Him have, - - His way
As I reflect back or'e the years
I rejoice that I still can say
The greatest choice I ever made
Was letting Him have, - - His way
Colan L Hiatt = 02-23-20
On a quiet, sunny afternoon
In the serene countryside
A few birds rendered melody
The only sound that did abide
An elderly neighbor, now passed on
From a home across the ravine
His buzzing saw at times was heard
Or a hammers ring was oft' routine
The silence that, there now prevails
Tells a story loud and clear
A trademark of someone we knew
Is no longer there, for us to hear
We take for granted so many times
Until abruptly, they are gone
Yes, silence makes us realize
The missing sounds of a new dawn
Perhaps the silence in a room
Where once a snore was heard
Echos a memory of yesterday
Now all is quiet - it seems absurd
From that usual spot in a restaurant
Where a laughs no longer heard
Or a phone that rang most every day
But now - - there is no word
Yes, this could appear in many ways
But that quiet time will reveal
How bold and loud silence really is
As we pray for time to help us heal.
Colan L Hiatt = 04-25-11
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Hush my sweet petal, hush,
Thine experience that causeth thou cheeks to flush;
Is the titillation of loves first blush.
Thou beauty causeth mine heart to pound.
To shaketh it foundations leaving mine legs unsteady on the ground,
Walk yonder, then hitherto me.
Filleth mine eyes with thy beauty of thee,
Mine lips shape thy vowels of thine name
But mine voice feareth to spoil it in this adulterous game
Oh my dearest Lisa to love thee would be a carnal feat
But thine and mine love would be a sweet sinful treat
For Lisa Hiatt not as good as yours. Icannot believe I didn't rhyme one of the lines. I have to rewrite it :-(
Beyond The Veil
I recall the day I accepted Christ
It's now been many years ago
I've studied His Word along the way
Attempting His message to bestow
There have been hills and valleys
As along this path I've trod
I've learned to cling to His promises
And let Him be my staff and rod
Some things I do not understand
By faith, I must rely on His Word
And trust that His plan is best
When various issues seem blurred
It's as a veil obstructs my view
Making it hard to comprehend
But when I study Psalm seventy three
Verse seventeen, will my anxiety end
I know that soon, the day will come
I'll lay this earthly mantle down
Now, I find consolation in the fact
Then, I'll be homeward bound
A veil will no longer obstruct my view
Then, I'll meet Him face to face
That which is faith, will then be fact
Because of His "Amazing Grace"
By: Colan Hiatt