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Kenneth Samples Poem
I was out for a walk one day when I spotted an old man
He was kneeling on one knee writing something in the sand.
As I walked, I moved closer so that I could see.
He looked up with tears in his eyes and then he said to me.
Where is the dream spoke long ago that Martin used to say?
I saw a white man kill a black boy right here the other day.
What he said on TV was a lie, the boy was unarmed cause I saw.
The badge should and must be respected, no one is above the law.
Two weeks ago, on this same corner a young man was shot dead.
This time the shooter was black the man shot man in the head.
A woman came blaming others for the killing of her son.
Not taking blame for teaching him not to carry a gun.
The bad white cop and the black shooter, both victims of early years.
When they were just a little Tot they were taught to hurt and fear.
To the woman doing the blaming. Babies comes with empty minds.
It is Bad parenting examples that can cause a life of crime.
Scientist say the baby’s brain at birth begins to record.
We must get involved early, lazy parenting we can’t afford.
They say we have the first seven years to implement a positive plan.
What we do or do not do, will determine the type of man.
Well old man I have to go, why are you here today?
Because the church got their mind on money, so I came to pray.
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2019
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They take a position that very few see.
But every military man and woman must agree.
They occupy the most important role.
The guardian of the whole household.
When people go to combat, they are there too.
Nothing falls apart because they are the glue.
Displaying a strong front for the sake of the kids.
They set a great example in everything they did.
Some had to show calm when they got the call.
Explaining to the children mommy or daddy sacrificed all.
Picking up a life after fallen honors have been shown.
They are left to forge ahead and in most cases all alone.
The support for the one who served has now faded away.
Yet they and their children must go on day after day.
I’ve seen wives so devoted laying by a veterans side.
Forsaking food for themselves just to be there when he died.
It was the wife that would call me daytime or at night.
To take care of their loved one, they’d put up a fight.
Some women old or frail barley able to walk on their own.
But would not dishonor the Vet by placing them in a home.
Some would contact me when their beloved Vet passed away.
And say they are suffering is there help for them today?
All across this country or even the world I don’t see.
A plaque or monument for the Vets wife and family.
America, don’t you think it’s about time for them to be honored too.
The American families that sacrificed for everyone of you.
Those gone on must look down with sad tears in their eyes.
Seeing we have honored them, while honor for their family is denied.
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2019
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If you're not sure if God does exist,
This, please be willing to try.
Think about Him in the most loving way,
Ignore thoughts that say to deny.
Just start thanking Him for all that you see,
And especially for creating you.
What can you lose for thinking He is there,
Or can do what the bible says He can do?
I have had problems and saw no way out,
All that I could do was cry.
A voice said "you've got nothing to lose,
You might as well give it a try?"
I thought. "I'm just one of billions of people,
Would the Creator care about my request?"
Tears in my eyes, I said "God I need help?"
The events that followed told me "YES!"
Things began to fall right in place,
The right persons or words at the right time.
A stranger passed by said something to me,
What he said was what I sought in my mind.
My children, I tell you that God really cares,
But you must be willing to believe.
You do your part and He will do His,
What you need He'll be sure you receive.
Most have grown up playing make believe,
or had an invisible friend.
Just try it again now, this time with God,
And you'll have a good outcome in the end.
The bible don't sugar coat anything about God,
The good and the bad is there too!
Never has there been a book that is written,
Where everything in it proves true.
We cannot blame others. It is our choice,
As to whether or not God is real.
To all of my children, God has answered many prayers,
Trust the bible and not how you feel.
Here is something simple, do it His way,
Give thanks to Him throughout the day.
You will notice something wonderful inside,
As a response to the things that you say!
A knowing you can't seem to put into words,
Happenings you cannot ignore.
Once you stop and go back to old ways,
Your heart will say "Please give me more!"
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2025
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Once again, my eyes open, and I scan the room, looking, wondering if it were him who awakened me. The time is 3 am. Why am I losing valuable sleep time? What is wrong with me?
My mind says,” “You are going to wish you had these extra two hours.”
But, my soul is excited. Wanting to know if he will might come on this fourth watch of the clock. If the Visitor would just show up again, it would be well worth it. Things seem awkward at first. But they always start out that way.
I raise my hands in the darkened room and give thanks. Thanks for the old lady yesterday, that smiled at me and gave me one of those loving hugs. Little did she know I was really irritated about the workload I had on my desk.
But the Visitor knows! He knows everything?
Thank you Visitor, for the coworker that offered to buy me lunch while he was picking up something for himself. As I ponder these and other things that just seem to happen at the right times, it becomes clear to me. These just didn’t happen.
It was him again… The one I’m hoping would show up.
Realizing what He had done, and the beauty and smooth manner by which He met those needs. I just have to tell someone how great he is. To tell him how awesome his power must be to move people to do things while they are unaware they are following a supernatural impulse. To tell him how beautiful I feel his love is to me. Be still my soul. Let us hope for the Visitor
Though he has to rule this universe, hear six billion prayers, request, insults, and complaints. He is never too busy. I just want to talk with him. Sense Him again. The air in my room seems crisp, cleaner. There is a feeling of strength. At the same time safety, peace. I don’t know how, but “All is well!” I for the moment feel there is nothing I can’t accomplish.
My heart is flooded with happiness. My spirit dances inside me, my skin is tingling. I shout as joy rises. I lose myself in the presence of
The visitor. The synergy. There is a sweet heaviness. The atmosphere changes. I cannot hold myself together any longer. Tears flow. Sweetness! There is a joy and weeping. For a moment in my life, nothing else seems to matter. Actually, nothing else even seems to exist. He has come.
In the next instance, I become acutely aware of the time and the need to prepare for work. Thank you again for coming. Can I call you again… Lord? I head off to work with a song in my heart, a smile and glow on my face. Friends say, “must be someone exceptional.” I reply,
Yes!.
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2025
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Father please speak to my children & grandchildren's heart.
In the fourth watch, before their day starts.
As they move about throughout their day.
Bring believer's alongside them as they make their way.
Only those that are walking in Your truth.
The elderly with wisdom and passionate youth.
From each of their memory, let it not get away.
The reason why Jesus died for them that day.
Help this father and grandfather to be more aware.
That their image in my mind is a prompting to prayer.
Keep your convictions coming to keep me on track.
My flesh can get weak and my faith walk sometimes lack.
As dad and grandpa, Lord you've appointed me.
To be watchman and prayer warrior of my family.
Of the 67 years living, 40 with You I've walked.
Falling, crying and praying to you, I've talked.
Long ago you have proven that your word is true.
I pray that they all will know this better than I do.
Draw each one of them to my Facebook some days.
So they'll learn by my failures to walk with you the right way.
Lord through your word, may they each come to understand.
They're cursed when they depend on any woman or man.
For those who come after me. This I proclaim.
There is victory for us only, in Jesus name!!!
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I would like to share a story about the "Unforgiving Fool!"
He let his pride, saying forgiveness wasn't cool.
He even claimed to be a Christian, that read the bible each day.
The Book about forgiveness, but his let pride led the way.
The fool loved his mother so, he was her baby child.
Whenever he would think of her, it did make him smile.
He left to serve his country, at the age of seventeen.
Due to challenges in his life, there was no time for mom it seemed.
When returning to his home, he noticed there was strife.
His only sister seemed jealous and would use words as a knife.
She had mom all those years, planting mean thoughts in her head.
The mother who once trust her son, now doubted anything he said.
The son tried many times to make right feelings that were wrong.
But the influence of sibling jealousy, had now become too strong.
In anger he gave up, the whole matter was no longer cool.
He stopped trying to reconnect. And became the unforgiving fool.
Reading about forgiving, while never going near his mom's house.
God would tell him to forgive, through his loving spouse.
He would feel the Holy Spirit, convicting his heart.
He would try to obey the bible, but avoiding the forgiving part.
Unforgiveness had taken control over his prideful mind.
What it did to him was make him foolish and blind.
One day his wife called saying "I thought you should know."
You're mom had slipped into a coma about an hour ago.
The son grabbed his bible, went and sat by her bed.
At that point he was ready to do any and everything it said.
For the next five days, he sat with her throughout the night.
Avoiding contact with his sister, to avoid any fights.
He held on tenderly to his dear sweet mother's hand.
But she never came around to her young Soldier man.
There was no response to any of his words.
Deep in his heart, he was hoping she heard.
The fifth night grabbed her hand, bible and kneeled.
This was the last time he'd see her is what he began to feel.
He said "Father forgive me! for doing her this way!"
He turned for one last look as he left her that day.
In Walmart at the checkout a thought said she was gone
A came outside from my wife on the phone.!
It's been six long years now, as I write this I'm still sick.
I let pride get in my way and this wrong I can't fix.
Don't let pride convince you that forgiveness ain't cool.
Do what the bible says or you too will become the fool.
It does not matter which person who is at fault.
Ask God for strength, go to them and talk.
This final word, please, I want you to hear.
Please forgive while they're alive, so your conscience is clear.
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I want to say something to the church respectfully If I may?
If God took a walk around now, what do you think He would say?
You claim you are a follower of Christ yet you turn away.
With all the racial divisions and church burnings in news today.
Wearing “WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?” bracelets won’t change a thing.
God is not mocked and He sees, you will each answer to Your King.
Is ignoring Americans suffering or school shooting what Jesus would do?
It would be different if the sufferers were the people related to you?
After every school shooting, the churches seem so far away
The least the world should see is God’s people gathering to pray.
When there is a shooting angry people are all we see.
Why can’t the local Pastors show up falling on their knees?
Instead, we sit inside a building collecting tithes, promoting books.
Talking about prosperity and not giving those suffering a second look.
Jesus said to give and it will be given back to you.
The collection plate is not the only way, there are better things to do.
Jesus said the Kingdom is here! Go “OUT!” and heal the hurt.
Instead, you strut around in fine clothes treating outside people like dirt.
They talk about us in the stores well-dressed and being loud.
Acting like we are the Devils kids, all arrogant and proud.
Stop hiding in the church house spreading gossip in the pews.
Try doing what the Lord said, go out and spread the “Good New!”
We believers will be accountable for what we do here today.
When you stand before the Lord, what will you be able to say?
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2019
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My mind is like a river,
And constantly it flows.
Something's always floating by,
Whether or not I want to know.
There is garbage and pollution,
Tossed in by what others say.
If I don't dodge them by refocus,
They can affect my day.
Accusations and false statements,
Just floating garbage in the stream.
Tossed in there by others words,
The ones that want to be mean.
O' boy here comes condemnation,
They are the big floating logs.
They always come, grouped more than one,
My thinking they want to clog.
And of course there's floating plastic,
Made of material like it's source!
I step aside so it can pass,
Because it comes with such force.
Lord, help me focus on You alone,
And not the garbage of man.
Help me to keep my river clean,
By focusing on your plan.
One day I'll gather at your river,
At the end of my life.
Where there's love, peace and unity,
And there will be no more strife.
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2025
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One dark morning at 2am I stood there alone.
My life in pieces, many things had gone wrong.
The pain was so deep, no light I could see.
I could not believe, what was happening to me.
No other person I thought has felt this pain.
Mine was the worst, and that was my claim.
It won’t get any better, the voices would say.
To seek the solution involves only one way.
The more I reflected, the darker it seemed.
What makes some so kind , and others so mean.
I wrote my excuse, left it on my bed.
I’m no good to anyone, just better off dead.
I went to the window, climbed out, then looked down.
The pain will be over quick, once I hit that ground.
I’m tired of being picked on, called all kinds of names.
I ’ve tried to be nice to all, yet not treated the same.
I thought life would be easy, with love all around.
I did not expect all of these ups and downs.
I Slid close to the edge, to prepared for the fall.
Out of the dark room, my name someone called.
“DON ’T DO IT ” I love you, and your children do too.
When you take your life, what will they do?
I can fix all things, say yes to me and see.
Climb in, sit down, and just talk now with me.
I did not see anyone , yet I knew someone was there.
The voice was so gentle, I felt they truly cared.
The room was electrified, my tears began to flow.
My heart once full of painful, now seemed to just glow.
The voice that I heard earlier, I could no longer hear.
I felt Him in my heart. He was so very near.
The dark thoughts that I had, they've all disappeared.
He said bring to Him in prayer, anything that I feared.
I knew that was Jesus, even though I could not see.
The voice that was so peaceful, that had spoken to me.
To this day, I reflect on that morning in the room.
The night full of sadness, with darkness and gloom.
If someone that reads this, that happened to me.
Just call out to God! He ’ll answer, You ’ll see!
Don't listen to people who claims he's not there.
I'm telling you he is. He loves each one of us and cares.
He created the world and all people too.
But He's never too busy to spend time with you.
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When you think God spoke to you.
Write down what he said to do.
Do you feel peace in your heart?
If so that's where you need to start.
To verify the voice you've heard.
Does it line up with God's word?
Now you have two things to compare.
The thought you have. The word that's there.
Does it say to you "Be Nice!"
Or is it pushing you to fight?
Is it something Jesus would do?
Then that is God speaking to you.
If your thought tell you to trust.
Just repeat to your self "I Must!"
Even though it doesn't make sense.
If there's loss He'll recompense!
There's no way that we can lose.
When it's anything about God we choose!
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2025
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