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Peace

As I sit and marvel at God’s creation, I can’t help but to wonder what awesome
power has created such tranquil surroundings. The mighty oaks with flush greenery, the
gentle, rolling hills of “The Great Smoky Mountains” and the sound of rushing water from a
nearby creek. Living in such ideal conditions, the thought of chaos and violence is
inconceivable. Yet, a closer glance at the place in which we call home suggest something
entirely different. The violent mysteries that are created by nature itself are infamously
spectacular. Looking even closer, it seems that the wrath of God has been unleashed upon
His very own. The very thought of devastating ruin creep into the foremost part of my mind.
The universe in which we live seems to be even more wretched than our immediate
surroundings. Our vast and infinite universe is quite capable of annihilating our humble
home. The wonders of God’s very own creation has left even the most intellectual beings
from the past and present dumbfounded. Yet, God Almighty is the one in which we seek our
refuge. Looking into the book that shows the blueprint of our very existence and the order in
which we should live; the Bible lists peace as an absolute prerequisite for eternal salvation.
God sent His only Son, Jesus, not to destroy, but to build a relationship between He and thee
to establish peace in a seemingly cruel and violent environment. Follow the ultimate example
of peace, Jesus, and only then will you find a truly tranquil and sublime place among such
turmoil and devastating ruin.

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Alcall

Early in the morning as my feet hit the floor, I jump in my britches and I’m out the door. 
Down and around the corner is a mighty fine place to eat. So I hurry down to the diner at the 
end of the street. Falling out of my drawers and stepping out of my shoes, I finally make it 
down to the diner to share the good news. By the looks of those folks, they weren’t very 
impressed and wanted to know why it was that I couldn’t stay dressed. Quick on my feet, I 
began to tell my story of this new diet and all of its glory. It’s a liquid diet, I explained, and 
they quickly wanted to know what the diet was named. Thinking of the night before and all 
that I could recall, I gave the diet the name “Alcall”. When I finished my breakfast, I was off 
again. At this time, I head to the house to see the love of my life, my wife and my friend. I 
make it to the house and step through the door and I quickly discover that the place I call 
home was no more. Greeting me at the door was a woman with hair that was snow-white; 
with a rolling pen in her left hand and a shotgun in her right. She loaded the gun and shot me 
in the rear-end, I quickly come to the realization that this is not the love of my life, my wife 
and definitely not my friend. I run down the street with my drawers to my knees and my 
buns on fire; calling to the Lord in a pitch that is getting higher and higher. I didn‘t make it 
too far down the street when low and behold it was the law that I did meet. They slapped on 
the hand-cuffs and threw me in jail and it was only until later that my wife came with bail. As 
she looked at the surprised look on my face, it was the grin on hers that she couldn’t erase. 
She then laughed and looked at me knowing and asked how my diet was going. It was then 
that I had to declare that my new diet obviously wasn’t getting me anywhere. Due to the 
convincing series of events that occurred that day, I vowed to give up my diet of “Alcall” in 
every way.

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Mother

Stepping out of one world and into another
It was my wish that I visit with mother
Attempting to leave my burdens behind
Many things of troublesome worry still linger in my mind 
   
Desperately searching for the most wonderful woman of beauty bright
It was apparent that mother was nowhere in sight
Struggling to fathom the idea that on this day my mother I may not see
Desperately calling to mother to “come to thee”

Searching both near and far; “mother dearest I long to be where you are”
It was on that day; I remember well on my heart was left a scar
For it seemed like an eternity that I did roam 
When at last my search was over when it was your beautiful name I saw in stone

Remembering back to the days of old
It was the words of a wise and witty woman that was told
As a tear gently rolled down the curve of her face
It is the love for each other I’m sure that no one can replace 

For as I entered, there will be a day that I must go
But there is something that I must share with you and you must know
Forever you have been and forever you will always be in my heart
And it is by your side that I will never part

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Happy Mother's Day

It is on this day that I must admire
Thinking back to the days when your “tough love” seemed to never tire
    And the thought of a shoe still sends chills up and down my spine
Oh wonderful woman, this mother of mine

With footwear in hand and compelling suggestions to see your way
It is not difficult to understand the knowledge of life that I have today
But to only remember the fear of these two 
One, the Good Lord Almighty and the other “the shoe” 

Remembering well all of the stories I told
Then fearfully watching your wrath unfold
The punishment of “the shoe” was well deserved
And how your abundant love was well reserved 

Remembering all of our “one-sided discussions”
Some resulting at the cost of a mild concussion
Dear mother, it is with confidence I can say
The love of my mother I would never change in any way

My mother dearest filled with love galore
It is the love you have for all I do adore
For it is the Fear of God and the Love of The Lord I remember most
And on this day it is my dearest mother I do boast

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The Hunter

Upon first seeing you, I vowed to “make that woman my wife”
It just never dawned on me how much that would change my life  
 
In the beginning, just being together was all that was needed
But it was the little voice in the back of my mind that I should have heeded  

Looking into your gentle, loving eyes of beautiful blue
There was no doubt that your love was true

The look of passionate love was rightfully read
Though I misjudged what you were indeed calculating in your head

That glorious day finally did come when we read the vows that we would each write
After reading mine, it was yours that sent me into sheer fright

“The hunter has become the hunted and you are now mine
And it is now that I do with you as I please until the end of time”

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Bama's Night Before Christmas

Bama’s Night Before Christmas


T’was the night before Christmas, and all through Bryant-Denny,
The championship banners were whipping in the wind, as a constant reminder
That the Tide never gives in. With the mood set and the time just right.    
Our Boys were getting ready for one heck of a fight!

The air was brisk and the stands were cold,
But that soon would change as the Bama pride and tradition soon would unfold.
For the stadium would soon fill with a sea of crimson and white,
And the smell of victory would soon fill the air on that glorious night.

When out on the empty field echoed such a clatter,
So I ran onto the field to see what was the matter.
Straight to the fifty in a mad dash,
Even I was absolutely amazed that I was there in a flash.

Then in the end-zone what should appear,
But a Crimson tour bus and eight “Big Al” reindeer;
And out stepped a man, with his playbook in hand and with a brief pause,
Thundered: “My name is Nick… and there’s no relation to that man named Claus”.   

Then, a ghostly cheer from an absent crowd was calling his name,
As the ol’ coach proudly would exclaim: 
“This is Arenas and Cody and Grant and Hightower,
And Ingram and Jones and Maze and McElroy.”

A suggestion to those with this burdensome task…the fight was on indeed,
He hurried onto the turf, with a burning desire to succeed.   
His eyes, how attentive - his face was beaming, 
His cheeks were crimson, his nose was the same… as his blood was steaming.

He had an intent face that seemed like stone; lacking Mt. Cody’s enormous belly
That quivered like a crimson sea full of jelly.
And jolly ol’ Nick divertingly uttered a Roll-Tide-Roll! 
As the opposing team easily folded as the ladder this unfortunate entry foretold.

Then he faced his boys and also the fans and to all he told,
“Merry Christmas to All and to All a Roll-Tide-Roll!

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Walk With Me

The particular stride of which the ways of the wicked are standard; I have seen in many; 
 I have seen the baneful step by step choreography of the ways of the World. As an anterior 
position is taken, the impetuous pedestrian makes his way, leaving only a path of 
devastating ruin. Noting the posterior role of the urgent courier, the worst is yet to be seen. 
The neutral function of the ambassador, promises to be one of the most encouraging 
positions that one can delight in. The Almighty saunter is that of which only the meek can 
comprehend. God Almighty, voluntarily humbled Himself to be that of our divine, equal. His 
precious steps never leave you nor forcefully thrust you into a hasty pace. His thunderous 
but soothing steps are always parallel to that of your very own. Therefore, I
Know the Lord Will always walk with me and I with Thee.

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Bend

Watching the rain dribble off the corner of the cottage into a cross-shaped puddle,
I notice a humble bend to its mighty shape. A symbol of perfection, but
geometrically flawed by the world’s standards. As the water feeds its form,
the ominous clouds part giving way to the brilliance of the Sun.
With the shape’s magnanimous bend towards the Sun, the shape’s plea
is answered by the warmth and comfort of the Sun’s rays.
Gazing upon my reflection, I now notice a desperate bend to its
consoling shape. A symbol of faith, but revealing a truth to the ways of the
world. As the Sun unveils its honest form, the Sun’s forgiving rays gently
caresses the shape. With the shape’s despondent bend towards the Sun,
the shape’s petition is answered by the Sun’s exonerate rays. 
Evermore longing to be to Him as He is to thee.

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One More Day

One more day I wish that I had, just one more day to spend and to share 
with the one I love and do so much care. When my call for you was sent an 
answer was not found. I then knew that someone much mightier than I had 
called you with a love much more profound. Your soul to Almighty you did render,
 so it is now that I must remember, His call for you my love will not hinder.
 For all of the glorious times that we spent together I will always remember. 
For in my heart you will always remain and my love for you will never change. 
And even though a tear I may cry, It is now I know that we must say good-bye. 
You were my life, my love, my friend, but still it is just one 
more day I wish that I could spend.

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Ponder This

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