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A Letter Home To Rome'

My dearest Claudia, 

     For eighteen months, I've been at this Jerusalem outpost.
     "Tis you and young Julius that I miss the most.
     This wasn't the adventure I set out to seek-
     At least, not until this past week'
     A local rabbi rode a donkey into town,
     While people were throwing palm branches down.
     Many proclaimed Him to be their "King."
     The Jewish leaders vehemently denied such a thing'

     They arrested Him and a riot ensued;
     My squad was called in to get the masses subdued.
     Back and forth, they sent Him- through several mock trials.
     The prisoner maintained His silence all the while.

     "He's a traitor to Rome," the priest and leaders cried.
     And the crowd wanted Him crucified'
     A "Royal robe" they made Him wear
     Then His own cross He was forced to bear.

     With a thorny crown jammed down upon His head,
     It was off to Golgotha He was led.
     Lifted up between two thieves,
     The day turned black and I wanted to leave'

     Then I heard my Centurion say something very odd:
     "Truly this is the Son of God'"
     Buried in a borrowed grave- as if in a womb-
     I and my men guarded that tomb.

     Then some time during the middle of the night,
     The rock was rolled back 'midst a blinding light'

     In the morning some woman came to that "prison,"
     But two beings inside said "He has Risen'"
     This week's events have so drastically changed my life.
     That I was compelled to tell you of them, my beloved wife.
                                                                                           Your Husband Octavius

                                                                                     Arthur Ball (h.S.L.P.)
                                                                                     April 16, 2006

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You've Got Mail'

I got a letter the other day;
The Postman delivered it in the usual way.
No return address I could see;
Who could possibly be writing to me?

I took the letter into my desk;
Made some room amidst the mess;
Used the opener to get inside;
Suddenly my eyes opened wide.

The letter was from my Father above,
He wanted to tell me of His love,
He told me I was special in his eyes,
And He sought me out like a worthwhile prize.

He's been watching over me, night and day.
And His spirit has guided my way.
All things are working together for my good,
I know He will do that which He promised me He would.

"Will you walk with Me, dear child?"
Comes His challenge , soft and mild.
"Yes, my God- give me your word,
I receive You as my Saviour and Lord."

I got God's letter through the mail,
And I know He can never fail'
My heart already knows revival.
Thank you- whoever sent me my first Bible'

                                                                  Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                  August 25, 2002


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Having a good time'

Everyone at one time or the other have had a good time.
The world is round, the sun will rise, and all think things are fine.
For some of us in America that pretty much is true,
Are we really having a good time? When are we going to realize the sky is not blue?

There's a quite haze hovering over our dear planet.
It's groaning, rupturing and spewing out it's anger, it's a warning we just don't get.
The earth is being drilled, dug into, for it's natural resources.
So what happens? It fights back, hurricanes, tornadoes, and  bad weather of course.

Earthquakes, rumbling worldwide, polar ice caps shrinking,
Don't know about you, but it gets me to thinking?
God formed this planet for us, not for us to rape it.
He made this paradise for all of us, to find the Holy Spirit.

Having a good time? At who's expense? God's of course.
He gives us love, wisdom, and of course we make matters worse.
We should be grateful and thankful He lets us even have any harvest,
Anything we can have, if we follow His lead, that's the Lord's real request.

Respect this world and all that is in it.
For it given to us from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.
Reap our harvest, return to our Christian Roots and values, see and hear.
Having a good time in the Lord's world, no war, no pestilence, no hunger, and 
especially we have no fear.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2011

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The ballad of ol' Joe'

*Come and listen to my tale about a man named Joe.
Who was Jesus Christ? Well, he didn't really know'
Then one day he read John, Chapter three;
His eyes were opened up and he began to see.
     Pearls of truth, that is; wisdom, pure love'

First thing you know, ol' Joe did repent,
Of things he had done and places where he went.
His life turned around in such a drastic change.
That family and friends thought he was really strange'
     A loose cannon, that is; three bricks shy of a full load'

Joe began to read, and he began to pray;
The Lord began to show him a new and living way'
He taught Joe how he could walk in love,
Just like his Heavenly Father above.
     In Holiness, that is; sanctified; uprightly.
Ol' Joe kept a-studying and he kept on a-growing'
By his testimony the kinsfolks knew where he was goin'.
He would witness on the corner and even on the stairs,
When persecution rose up, he didn't have a care.
     Total peace; surrendered; anxious for nothing'

Joe loved to talk to people- that became his ministry.
He turned many souls from a God-less eternity'
And as Joe advanced in his earthly years,
He became ever more thankful for Jesus, so dear.
     Wonderful counselor; Saviour; friend'

Now it's time to say goodbye to Joe and all his friends.
They would like to thank "y'all" for kindly droppin' in
You're each invited to join Joe for all eternity,
To worship at God's Throne and praise His Majesty'

                                                                                Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                                March 4, 2007

*With apologies to " The Beverly Hillbillies"



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Body Unity Times Two'

I have taken many walks through this great and lovely land,
I have walked through her deserts, on her mountains and her sand.
Many are the people I've met along the way,
Each carrying the bond of love for the U.S.A.

With skin of many colors; and ethnicity differs too,
But they're as much Americans as me or you.
We have a common flag, and one President to lead;
And equal opportunity for all to learn to write and read.

Traveling through most states, their laws are pretty much the same,
The state I'm about to enter looks like the state from which I just came.
People love their families- husbands, kids, and wife,
And there is great appreciation for the freedom in our life.

Immigrants arrive and step upon our shores,
To partake of liberty's freedoms- because we have wide open doors'
For some this 50-state union is the land of their birth,
Every patriotic heart thinks this the best nation on earth'

Religion is an area in which not all agree,
But I'm guaranteed the right to worship in the manner best for me.
Some folks may be soft-hearted; others tough as old shoe leather'
Yet, when disaster strikes, you'll see Americans pull together.

Our states are separated only by map-makers lines,
The common values we share are ingrained in our minds.
The Church is also a single body with members far and wide;
Each one is looking past the obvious and seeing Jesus inside.

The Church has people in every separate nation,
And God's people can be found in each denomination'
We have a common leader: Jesus is His name'
And He sees each Brother and Sister as being exactly the same.

Just as in America, it's the people who make our nation;
Likewise it's the Christians who make the Church' Now, that's a Revelation'

                                                                                             Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                                             September 18, 2005


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A Family Affair'

According to the precepts of God's awesome plan, 
Marriage defined is one woman for one man.
Perhaps they have no child; perhaps two, maybe three,
Yet God calls their union by name,"Family."

When you add in aunts, uncles, and cousins,
And various other relatives by the dozens,
They are all connected like branches of a tree,
You have a unique extended family.

Down on the corner each Sunday morning,
Another group is slowly forming,
Gathering at the church with the white steeple,
You will find the family of God's people.

In the Bible book of Ephesians, chapter number three,
The apostle Paul describes a great mystery.
Which previously had been concealed,
But which, in due time, the Holy Spirit revealed.

That the Gentiles should become the fellow heirs,
Of the marvelous promise the Jews had shared,
Two great peoples, united as one,
Through Christ Jesus, a new family was begun.

God's family is open to everyone,
Who receives and acknowledges what Jesus has done.
He died in the place of each sinner on Earth'
And we enter His family through a new birth.

                                                                     Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                                     July 23, 2006

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the procession'

See the procession. Yonder they come'
None plays a flute- no one beats a drum.
Just a small rag-tagged group of a dozen or so.
Who, for three years, have preached wherever they go.

They know this ministry will soon draw to a close.
What door God opens next, He only knows'
Yet there is an aura about this group of men.
Unlikely to be seen in Judea again.

Even the donkey, on which their Leader does ride,
At someone else's gate was so recently tied.
Hear the refrain which they commenced to sing;
"Glory' Hosanna' To the King of all Kings'"

Some throw their cloaks on the ground,
Others are laying palm branches down.
The High Priest inquires what this is about?
"If the people keep quiet, the rocks will cry out'"

All this accomplished words written long ago,
Every detail was fulfilled- and precisely so' 
A Hero this day as He rides among men,
Though shortly these same ones will yell "Crucify Him."

Today- triumphal entry; but on Friday He dies'
Sunday is coming when He'll split the skies.
This is the story of Jesus our Lord,
Born, lived, and died; now alive evermore'

Coming to Jerusalem- a small band of men-
Jesus led captivity captive; a large procession then,
What has been building  in the ensuing ages
As the History Books have been filled with numerous pages.

The Church has been built; mighty and strong,
For which Jesus will return before very long.
He'll claim His bride and carry her away.
Later with His saints beside Him, He'll return to stay.

The Procession expands each time it's in views.
How does this apply to me and you?
I've made  my decision and taken my stand.
Are you willing to grasp His nailed scarred hand?
You know the words Jesus has said, 
And you've heard how God raised Him from the dead.
Will you believe Him, trust Him, and be saved today?
Come join our precession: He's passing your way'

                                                       Art Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                       February 19. 2006

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Distractions, distractions, are life's way,
To interrupt our thoughts throughout the day.
We live in a fast pace world.
As events unfold, we are in turmoil.

Why does that have to be?
Why do we look, and not really see?
Well my guess its just the Trickster,
Because the devil in his world, is a petty fixer.

Distractions, sports games, family, errands, whatever,
Take us off course, forgetting our sisters and brothers.
All have bills, worries and regrets
But we should have faith in God, and never forget.

When we think all is against us,
Trust in Our Father, and his son Jesus.
If it is Gods will, distractions will be gone,
The trickster, will be shut out, where he doesn't belong.

The gift that Jesus gave us a long time ago,
Is the real story here, because He love us so.
The greatest gift given to us was from the Father, a gift to humanity,
To allow us to live in His Kingdom, distractions gone, a new community.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2011

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The Man Who Fell*

He seemed just fine when we went to bed,
High on the mountain, the Great Stone Head'
After all, he had been there for centuries,
A natural marvel that folks came to see.

On a rainy night in early May,
That familiar visage slipped away.
There was no one who heard the faintest sound,
When that mass of rocks came tumbling down.

For years, he had been cared for with much love and trouble.
Now he was reduced to a mere pile of rubble'
"Rebuild," they say; that just wouldn't be the same.
And who would dare duplicate God's work and sign his own name.

Yet, I believe that if the truth were known,
We're all a lot like that man of stone'
Our hearts are hard in our thought towards others;
Why, we're often reluctant to even help our brothers'

Our vision is straight ahead; can't see left or right.
A broader perspective may improve our sight'
Perhaps,like the Old Man, we're unable to utter a word,
If we live in stony silence, how will Truth be heard?

We have ears, but if we refuse to hear,
God must somehow get our attention to make His will clear.
It may be admirable to endure hardships like the wind, ice and rain,
Many tribulations might be avoided by using our brain.

The Bible says our "old man" is filled with iniquity and sin,
And he must die to reveal the "new man' within.
God put the granite face on the mountain, and has now taken it away,
He put a soft heart in place of my stony one; His mercy is new everyday.

                                                 Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
                                                 May 18, 2003

       *The Fall of the New Hampshire's landmark "Ol' Man in the Mountains"

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The one who gave me life,
(With the assistance from his wife).
He was there when I entered this world,
With squalling lungs and hair that curled.

Whenever I would fall flat on my face,
He would lift me back into place.
And say "come on, my beloved son,
You can walk; your journey has just begun."

He had to correct me from time to time.
To keep me from getting to far out of line.
He also showed me the way to go,
That is why I love him so'

We have covered together very many miles,
Shared heartaches, tears, and plenty of smiles.
Though I sometimes ignored those arms open wide,
Often I saw in his eyes- great pride.

Times I was downcast, he was always there,
He taught me what it meant to care.
Through my life I've tried to honor him,
In every place that I've been.

I've come to realize that his love,
Is a reflection of God up above.
And I proudly proclaim That I am Glad,
My Heavenly Father gave me my Dad'
                                                                         Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
                                                                          Father's Day
                                                                         June 17, 2001

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2009