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His Tears At Mass

I watched him as he stood there. 
Teardrops trickling from his eyes. 
I often wondered what he was thinking. 
That drew emotion from inside. 


I knew him as a gentle man. 
With strength gained from a righteous life. 
Found in love for God and family. 
As his wife stood by his side. 


His rugged face showed the years. 
From challenges thrown at men. 
And struggles triumphantly beaten. 
Not to bother him again. 


Is this why his tears did fall? 
No, the reason to me lost. 
I do know that I saw his eyes. 
Graciously fixed upon on the CROSS.

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Freedom

what do you ask of me
you already get 25% of my life
for i try to survive
but i am not sure
if you want me dead, or alive

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Raised

I KNOW I SAW HIM YESTERDAY 
HE SPOKE TO ME OF LOVE
"IT COMES WITH A FRIEND"
HE SAID."ONE FROM UP ABOVE".
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED 
WITH HIS HEALTH
QUIETLY HE PASSED AWAY
RELATIVES AND FRIENDS
WEPT AND PRAYED
FOUR DAYS SEALED
WITHIN THE TOMB
WHEN HIS BEST FRIEND
CAME TO SEE, MANY TEARS
HIS BEST FRIEND SHED.
THEN IN A LOUD VOICE
AND THANKFUL PRAYER
CAME TRUTH, WITHOUT A LIE.
"COME OUT MY BROTHER
FOR YOU WILL LIVE
AND NEVER SHALL YOU DIE".

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Nobody Else Can Do That

I can take my nose off my face and put my it between my fingers 
It does not drip, or sneeze, nor do boogies linger. 
I can also put my nose back. 
Nobody else I know can do that. 
I can wiggle my ears when hard I try. 
My ears wiggle so fast I can almost fly. 
My ears flip and flop and dance all around. 
I can feel my tip toes lift off the ground. 
Well its not so hard to do you see. 
And nobody else can do that but me. 
I can roll my eyes about. 
From side to side and in and out. 
Around and around and up and down. 
Until my eyes see so far that anything can be found. 
One hundred miles or more I see. 
Nobody else can do that but me. 
My feet can move as fast as cat’s paws 
And put to doubt Newton’s three motion laws 
And I can jump so high that my head touches the clouds 
Then when coming down I turn flips times three 
Nobody else can do that but me 

 
David G. Pennington

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He Is a Lazy One

Who is this guy that sneaks around lightly
Then slinks behind his desk so quietly
He just sits at his desk and pretends to take calls. 
But I noticed he actually does nothing at all. 
His eyes focus in, on the girls in the office. 
He constantly visits the room where there is coffee. 
He smiles as a sweet beautiful lass passes by. 
Never looking her straight in the eyes. 
Instead his stare concentrates on her chest. 
When out of range he whispers, "WOW! What a nice set." 
Then back again to his desk he retreats. 
And returns to his terrible, obnoxious, lazy streak. 
But one of these days he will lose his great job. 
And so will become an unemployed slob. 

 

David Pennington 

Copyright ©2008 David Pennington

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For Those Who Love the Game

We have been waiting ohhh, sooo long and now my fellows the time 
draws near 
The sweet smell of cut grass IN the cool fall air triggers the feeling we 
all know so well 
Clashing giants on a 100 yard field, a sound so dearly adored 
By ones that love the risk and fear, an excitement with fans in accord 
And a manicured field, suitably crafted through hands of meticulous 
artists 
Lines and numbers laid down upon grass, so green, so soft and supple 
Upon those fields, teams do play with men giving their all for the cause 
Sprinting so fast, hitting, slamming, driving all for ground that is gained 
or lost 
Bulldogs running with power and speed, rebellious ones defending their 
goal line with greed 
And the Gators ferociously trying to knock down the one that carries 
the treasure around 
All to the delight of a energetically, maddening, exuberant crowd 
The Tide rolls in and the tide rolls out, delivering a brutal offensive 
attack 
All to the tune of grunts and groans, with crackling of joints and the 
breaking of bones 
There are Commodores that fight to give the foe hell, with spirit and 
pride all fanatics will hail 
Wildcats clawing to reach the top, coming oh so close, only to be 
stopped 
Volunteers that strike fear in the enemy’s souls and gamecocks fighting 
toward a day it can crow 
Bengal tigers that run and pass with a great roar, Hawgs that root for 10 
yards or more 
A contest of strength and quickness and speed, crafty decisions made 
by mentors that lead 
The pounding of hearts that beat with pride, outpouring emotions none 
can hide 
For it runs within their blood with steam, those fitted in brilliant 
uniforms of their teams 
With full speed ahead these men follow their dreams, for a future in a 
game fit their means 
Those fans, Oh those fans, their banners they wave, with mascots and 
colors for them to display 
The fans gather before the contest begins, an intoxicating affair 
among family and friends 
The smell of grand cookouts drift though the air, titillating the senses 
of everyone there 
Ribs and Burger, prepared with such care which those that are cooking 
will graciously share 
And they will in the drink and delectable food, then sit and converse on 
their confident mood 
The fans live in the pride of their alma-mater In hopes that their team 
will not falter 
And that one day the ultimate prize will be found, and their team will 
wear the SEC CROWN.

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What Is Time?

What is time?

Is there time  Is time perhaps in the wind?  casually in the wind?
Time passes by, time slips away
Time is in our hands, only to fly into the distance
If time flies by, at what speed does time fly
The speed of sound, of light?
People spend time. Can a price tag be put on time?
If I take time, does time become mine?
When I am given time. Do I spend it wisely?
What can I buy with time? Something I can see?
For I cannot see time. Can You?
Time is measured, accurately? No! I don't. Do you?
Is aging time? Do we often become afraid of time
Seeing people dear to us pass on
Does time stop for souls passed?
I have heard there is no time in Heaven
Infinity! Can time be greater than INFINITY!!
Does time go on and on, forever and ever?
Not ending. Even though we may or may not 
Accept that one day for us time will be over
So if there is no time in Heaven, 
So when our time is over here
And our time has come to a stop
Why do we worry about time 
If time for God is all we need
Keep the faith and earthly time will pass
For me I think I will give God my time
For whenI reach the pearly gates
And St. Peter lets me in.
I know God will have time for me
For with God time is eternity

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Its Going To Be a Wonderful Christmas

Its Going To Be A Wonderful Christmas

I watch you across the room and I get a feeling inside
It is a feeling of being a part of a most wonderful ride
As we ride down a snowy lane in a one horse driven sleigh 
You snuggle close to me and bells ring out as if to say

It's going to be a wonderful Christmas
Everybody seems to be in great Spirit this year
Its going to be a very merry Christmas
A Christmas when couples fall in love
And I know how they feel down inside
Like stealing a kiss on a snowy sleigh ride

I take the reins while you snuggle close to me
While we watch the snow falling all around us
And I lean your way to steal a quick kiss 	
You do not for one moment, resist

Oh what a wonderful ride we share
While the children throw snow balls our way
Laughs and giggles fill our voices
We kiss again and we sing songs of our choices

AH Ha Ha, there is joy all around us
The world is a place of fun and glee
Especially when you lean in 
To steal a kiss from me

Yeeesss! It's going to be a wonderful Christmas
Everybody seems to be in great Spirit this year
Its going to be a very merry Christmas
A Christmas when couples fall in love
And I know how they feel down inside
Like stealing a kiss on a snowy sleigh ride

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Long Rocky Road

This road is long and road is long and rocky 
Like others Ive been on 
At times its paved with silver and gold 
And sometimes its a muddy mess 
But whether its smooth or rocky 
The Lord knows Ive done my best 
I chose good and some were bad 
But where my choices lead me 
Have gotten me where I am 
I have paid the price in honkytonks and bars across the land 
Ive thrown my share of punches 
Been knocked down on my can 
Taken my chances at cards and dice 
And fooled around at love 
Some girls I chose to get rid of 
And some of I never got enough 
I walked in the face of cold dark wind 
And came out on the sunny side 
I swam across rivers to beat the tide 
Im another man taking another stand 
Waiting for my time 
And when my time is over one thing I know is true 
Life's been fun even if this road 
Took a bite out of my youth 

David Pennington

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Georgia I'M Coming Home

I am sitting in this bus station, waiting to go home 
Oh Georgia its been a long, long time and I feel so all alone 
I want to feel the crisp morning wind, whispering through the pines 
Down by the river in a special spot, I called all mine 

Hey Nashville Oh Nashville you never played my songs 
And put my songs on the bottom of the pile of no play ones 
Nashville I Guess you had a lot of fun proving this Georgia boy wrong 
Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville you never played my songs 

I was a struggling song writer and not good enough for Nashville’s 
newest scene 
16th avenue was not what I figured, but I thought I met their every need 
But it just wasn’t  good enough, so I picked up my guitar left I got out 
Now out of money and with plenty of time just sitting waiting for that bus 

With no regrets and no bad feelings about the chances that I took 
I made a lot of friends, the nightlife was fun and the parties really shook 
But my heart does ache and I my pockets are empty with a big hole in 
my boots 
Now I am going down to my country home and get back  my roots 

Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville you never played my songs
Guess they got on the bottom of a pile of no play songs
Nashville I guess you had a lot of fun proving this Georgia boy wrong
Hey Nashville, Oh Nashville, You never played my song