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From a Dad to his children God is There

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!"

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The Visitor, there is nothing like it

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!.

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Wake Up People

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?

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The River of my Thoughts

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.

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A Father and Grandfathers Prayer

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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When you don't have closure, Talk to God

Lord, I'm just not sure what to do.
For a few moments can I walk with you?
My feelings are raw right now, where do I start?
Someone I've loved pierced me in my heart.
A  very close member of my family.
Has done some very cruel things to me.
I tried many times to make all things right.
But the light between us, remained dark as night.
I'll never know what I did so wrong.
But there's hate inside me that does not belong.
There's a root of bitterness growing inside of me.
My role in our division, I have failed to see.
So Father this is why I have come to you.
Seeking the grace and forgiveness I need to get through.
Your word says we all sin and I agree this is true.
For my role in this matter, I ask forgiveness from you.
To my sister now departed forgive me again for my sin.
I love you and I'm sorry from your brother Ken.
One thing more my big sister, I'd just like to say.
I look forward to a big hug in heaven someday.
To all of my children God says to forgive.
Unforgiveness can haunt you as long as you live.
All of us fail sometimes in this human race.
But we have a reset, it's call our Father's grace!
Forgive, whether or not you feel you've done wrong.
His grace, like medicine will make your heart strong!

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God always talks to me

I have something good to say.
It happens to me everyday.
God talks to me.

Whenever things in my life go wrong.
I go somewhere to be alone.
So, God can talk to me.

In life there are times when I fear.
I stand still so I can hear.
God talk to me.

As I begin a brand new day.
I want his guidance so I say.
God talk to me.

When bills are high and money low.
Alone with Him is where I go
Because, I need God to talk to me.

When my wife and I are mad.
Times like that are truly sad.
I ask God to talk to me.

Back when my life went off the track.
I was having frequent panic attacks.
God talked to me.

Once I was laying in a hospital bed.
Wondering if I'd end up dead.
I was comforted because God talked to me.

Sometimes other voices can be heard.
I verify who it is by reading God's word.
Because God confirms his talks to me.

At times there are images that I see.
They seem to answer certain questions for me.
That is just God talking to me.

When I do or say things wrong.
Or go places I do not belong.
God will talk to me.

When all things in my life is right.
That's when I push God out of sight.
I guess that's why Jesus compares us to sheep!

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The Homegoing

God has a purpose that none of us knows.
Why time here ends and to Him we must go.
We'll just speak of good times with you we had.
Heaven send offs are joyful and not meant to be sad.

Give our best to those who left us before you.
Say hello to them for us and that we love them too.
At this moment we all miss you and yes some will cry.
We have all gathered in love here to bid you goodbye.

Next we will share stories remembering your ways.
We'll record your years in stone and place it at your grave.

Best Poems Written by Kenneth Samples

Plenty of Blame

The Other Veterans

From a Dad to his children God is There

The Visitor, there is nothing like it

Wake Up People

The River of my Thoughts

A Father and Grandfathers Prayer

When you don't have closure, Talk to God

God always talks to me

The Homegoing