Post by mavmin on Jan 11, 2007 20:20:15 GMT -5
May 10, 1968 Spring
Bare limbs gaining a
Robe of emerald petals.
Christ is glorified.
Sept 10, 1968 Ignominy
Nature mourns the death
Of Christ by stripping herself
Naked in disgrace.
Sep 18, 1970 The Navigator
Our souls are like ships
Lost in a squall until we
Let Christ take the wheel.
Jul 24, 1975 If He Came Today
If our dear Lord Jesus came today,
Can you tell me what you would say?
Would you be singing praises to His name
Or hanging your head in sinful shame? REFRAIN
Where would He find you if He came
In the church choir or a poker game?
Would you be singing a Gospel song
Or sneaking in from cheating all night long?
Would you be teaching Sunday School
Or lying on your face a drunken fool?
Would you be spending money on shady fun
Or helping missionaries tell of the Son?
Refrain
I do not sing this song to judge
But from His Word, God will not budge.
To be redeemed on that glorious day
Belief in Christ is the only way!
Remember no matter what a man earns
He will not buy salvation when the Lord returns!
Brother, listen to what I say
Live like He is coming today!
Refrain full one time then Refrain fade out
Dec 15, 1975 Look and Live
You laugh and mock and fail to see
That Jesus the Saviour can set you free.
I know who has caused your life to be so dark
And has given you such a stone cold heart!
I know you cannot see sin's heavy chain
And what has caused you so much pain.
Satan has blinded your heart and mind
So you cannot feel Christ's love Divine!
Brother, I have been there and I know
How sin and shame can bring you low.
I have felt the weight of the shackles of sin
And know that alone you will never win!
I stand before you with tear filled eyes
And mourn as in sin each of you dies!
The Lord knows my heart full well
That, I would gladly take your place in Hell!
Praise God that none of us need be there,
If, we submit to Christ's sweet care!
Confess your sins and then repent!
Accept the Saviour God has sent!
Our sins from our record He will negate,
Then, we will be allowed past Heaven's gate!
Our works would only lead us to Hell!
Accept the gift that will make you well!
Take God's gift of love, it is free!
It will open your eyes that you may see
That only through Faith by Grace
Will any be saved from this sinful race!
January 30, 1976 Who Put You There?
My Lord, Who put you there;
Nailed between the earth and air?
Who caused you blood to flow so free
Upon the ground from that man-made tree?
Upon your head is a thorny crown.
Why do you not plead to be let down?
Lord, answer me, I really care!
Tell me, Lord, who put you there?
Now I know why you did not fight!
My eyes now see Thy Holy Light!
O Son of God, Thy blood did spill
To pay in full sin's costly bill!
The cross is the road that You have paved
So a sinner might be saved!
My God and Saviour, I finally see
Who put you there was really me!
April 3, 1976 The Holy Spirit
Thank you, Father, for the Holy Ghost!
He is a gift of which I cannot boast.
I did not earn Him for He was given in love
From a righteous, merciful God above!
He does not speak of any glory of His own.
He lives to insure that Christ's glory is shown.
Christ had to die to set me free
Then ascend into Heaven to send Him to me.
He dwells within me night and day
And guides me on the righteous way.
He convicts me of any sin into which I might slip
So I can confess and remain in fellowship.
He encourages me as my life onward turns
And seals me until my Lord's return!
He is a gift that is often kept me from ruination.
He has been with me since the day of my salvation!
This gift can be your, there is no limitation.
It is designed for all from any nation.
Accept Christ now so you may live
The Holy Spirit unto you, He will give!
April 16, 1976 Love Thou Reproof
My son, if I spared the correction rod
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Please, do not now my measures rate.
Wait, until you pass through Heaven's gate.
I do not wish to rule you with iron hand.
I desire to make you wise so you may stand
Against all the evil life's sea sends forth
And someday stand on Heaven's wharf.
Love thou reproof and always desire to find
Wisdom that is pure from a source Divine.
As a sailor needs a compass and chart,
Your search will fail without Christ in your heart.
Secular knowledge soon fades into useless obscurity.
What is rooted in Christ blossoms in eternity.
Love not this world and be not led astray.
Allow the Spirit to guide you in the righteous way.
Be not foolish and dislike correction.
Allow God to give you His perfect direction.
He is my Father and in love chastises me too.
Should I love you less or do the same for you?
Read Proverbs 23:12-16 Proverbs 22:6
MORE THAN YOU
".... if thou beatest him with a rod he shall not die." Proverbs 23:13
How often have you told your children, "This is going to hurt me more than it will you?" My wife has told me that she is often to the point of tears when the children cry after some punishment she has inflicted. I also felt this way for awhile. In fact, I was more angry at the idea of having to punish them than for what they did wrong. I had always heard the statement, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." It never really meant much until after my conversion and I read Proverbs and realized that God was telling me to do this and not some backyard philosopher. We say, "God said it. I believe it. That settles it for me." Do we always practice it? If you do not discipline your children then, you might as well dedicate them to Satan rather than God. Dedication without follow up is useless. God is the God of order and Satan the Father of anarchy. Unless law is enforced, it is ineffective and anarchy reigns. Discipline is nothing less than (loving) law enforcement. Often have I been thankful that God took "a rod" to me. It brought me back to the straight and narrow. If He loves us enough to discipline us, then should we and can we love our children any less?
My Son, if I spared the correction rod,
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Do not now my measures rate.
Wait until you are past Heaven's gate.
RES
THOT: You will grieve for them TOMORROW, if you do not teach them TODAY!
May 13, 1976 Aftermath
The gray clouds disperse.
Leaves sparkling like diamonds.
God's promise appears.
May 13, 1976 The Plasma of Salvation
My soul was bleeding
To death 'til Christ pumped His
Blood into my heart.
May 13, 1976 Relief
Jesus, please save me!
Rid me of all the burdens
My shoulders must bear!
May 18, 1976 Pre-Rapture Meditations
The day is growing quickly near,
When I will leave this earth so drear.
I will be engulfed completely by His sweet love
In that glorious home somewhere above.
For twenty two dismal years His love and law, I spurned
Then my Lord Jesus saved me from the Hell, I had earned.
I could not love Him or look Him in the face
If not for His blood and matchless grace.
I search my flesh and in it find no speck of good
But, I know He saved me because He said He would.
Any righteousness I may have is not really mine,
It is the life that comes from the Everlasting Vine.
My finite mind cannot begin to comprehend
A love for me that is without end.
No one could even begin His portrait to draw
For in comparison to His glory it would be a childish scrawl.
I am only a sinner saved by grace.
Look not to me, as I still run the race.
Rather look to Jesus Christ instead
For it is He who has risen from the dead.
I still trip, stumble and fall.
Only He is conqueror over all.
He has elected me because I believed
And from my burden of sin I am relieved.
He is coming soon to receive His own unto Himself
And take His judgment vials from off the shelf.
He will pour out His wrath on all Mankind
Because, they desired to be spiritually blind.
You can escape this dreadful curse
And the sentence to Hell, which is far worse.
Believe in your heart that Jesus is the Saviour God sent.
Ask Him to save you; confess and repent.
It is easy to be saved, so do it today.
To enter Heaven, Christ is the only way.
Tomorrow He may take us in the wink of an eye
And, I will be gone before you say "Good-
June 11, 1976 Why Condemn the Innocent?
How often have you heard about Him
Through someone voicing their frustrated whim?
You hear His name throughout the day
More often than not in a disgracing way.
He's very popular among the throng.
They blame Him for everything that's wrong.
When they are upset you will hear their voices ring,
As they call upon Him to curse most anything.
Why do they feel so downright content
To condemn without trial the innocent?
They will take His name vainly and not even pause.
Why do they hate Him without a cause?
They fail to see that Satan causes their strife
And that only Jesus Christ can give them life.
He left His peaceful Heavenly throne
So He could make sinners His own.
They know, that in all of the Eastern culture lands,
To speak against Buddha is to take your life in your hands.
Why they speak against Christ, who made this land free,
Or why Christians allow it is strange to me.
They laugh now, but I know full well
They will not laugh when they burn in Hell.
He loves them and He is pleading, accept, repent
And stop condemning the innocent!
July 11, 1976 Sharing
In our youth, everything was shared by me and you;
Not only our possessions, but what we'd think and do.
We shared the secret that Daddy was really Santa Claus
And a tricycle was our joy despite how beat up it was.
Our minds were one when we built our castle with a moat.
There was nothing we would not share from a frog to a new boat.
We shared the money we earned from lawns that we would rake.
Then came our first true loves and we shared our first heartbreak.
However, things have changed since we have grown,
Even though we still share the things we own.
Of such a friendship no one else could boast,
Yet, things get cool when I share that which I love the most.
I have found the truth and it has set me free.
So I want share with you what Jesus has done for me.
We talked of each other as brothers ever since we were boys
But, without the love of Jesus that talk is a lot of noise.
Believe on Jesus and be saved so brothers we'll truly be.
A brotherhood that will not fade but will grow eternally.
Just think of it, we will no longer be two but three.
With Jesus as our oldest, how blessed we would be!
I love you so much more than those distant years ago
And my heart's yearning for you only God can really know.
After all these years of sharing joy with you, my friend,
Did you think I would not want to share joy that has no end?
August 3, 1976 Giving
O Lord, teach me how to give
My heart and soul that I might live.
You seek gifts that are precious and rare.
I only give what I feel I ought or dare.
I will give you all of my possessions that lie upon the shelf.
I will hesitate and question before I give of myself.
Good works I'll give you both day and night.
What you desire is a heart broken and contrite.
I love you, Jesus, I really do
And your loving favor I wish to woo.
You saved me by Thy loving grace.
Teach me how to run the race.
Your gift is for each and all everywhere.
Please teach me, Lord, so I may share.
I now have life, yet I cannot really live
Until my Lord, I learn how to give.
Nov 19, 1977 The Pentecostal Power Is Not Pentecostal
I'm not Pentecostal, but I have the power of Pentecost.
I know I have it because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my Friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never spoke in tongues or healed,
But Praise God I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
He saved me because I believe
And He promised to never leave.
If it were by feelings, you know that I'm often low
And were I to die in that moment, to Hell I surely would go!
Paul wrote to Corinth to tell of their sin,
But he spoke to them as brothers not as souls he had to win!
They had all the gifts, not one did they lack,
Yet evidently, spiritually, they had slid back!
Thank God, I'm saved by grace
Not by how I run the race.
Rewards to gain or rewards to lose
That's up to me to choose.
Often in the dark, I stumble
And to my Lord I grumble.
Many battles I have lost and trembled in my shoes.
Still, once I 'm saved my soul I'll never lose.
Jesus promised the Comforter forever
And that He'd leave me never.
No matter how I'm headed or where
He'll already be waiting when I get there.
I'm not Pentecostal, but I have the power of Pentecost.
I know I have it because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never spoke in tongues or healed,
But Praise God, I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
Easter 1978 HE IS NOT HERE!
The cross is now bare,
But He was there.
He gave His life upon that tree
So He might save from sin both you and me.
He arose and now sits there above
Longing to give us His sweet love!
May 17, 1980 A Paid Lover?
Do I praise only when the sun's not under cover?
Do alleluias come only when the waves of blessing roll?
Oh God, am I just a well paid lover
Or do I love you from the depth of my soul?
The skies often grow black and life is so cold.
No beams of love I perceive.
Does then my Christian testimony remain bold
Or do I, alone, in bitter silence grieve?
The tender words of a well paid lover,
Is this what the Master truly desires?
No, not ones who around the paymaster hover,
But those whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job, your love was certainly tried,
Your soul sifted and doom your only cover.
From the Bible's pages, God hast cried,
"You're not well paid, but truly my lover!"
Yes, God poured out gifts from above
And gave you more than you had at the start.
These were not wages. They were tokens of love
To the one who always loved God from his heart.
In my testings and trials that often abound,
When there is no sense of peace from above,
O, then in such a state let my heart be found
That when Satan screams, "Paid, Paid!", I whisper, "Love."
Mar 7, 1983 Jesus Loves Me, Anyway!
Lord, when I was a sinner,
You know that I wasn't a winner.
Now, I'm trying to quit my sinnin'
And I still ain't good at winnin'.
I shed my good old Air Force blue
To spend my life serving you
And telling folks about your son,
But your people said, I was too young!
We've gone and replaced worn out knees
For a wall full of paper and degrees.
They would have even had the nerve
To tell old Peter that he couldn't serve.
You've got to have been preaching twenty years
And know just how to tickle their ears.
It doesn't matter how hot your heart may burn,
Because they'll never give you the chance to learn.
Well, you know I'm feeling pretty sad
And fighting the urge to turn bad.
When they won't let you do what you should,
You wonder, why even bother to be good!
Now that my GI career is done
And job hunting is just no fun,
Lord, I don't know what I'd do,
If you didn't love me like you do.
You never said, life would be an easy sail
And that I would never fail.
Just give me the strength for what I must do,
As I turn it all over to you!
May 5, 1983 UNLESS
Life is nothing but grabbing for dollars.
There is no God or Hell or so say the scholars.
A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave,
That is all there is unless Jesus will save.
I must sing, dance, and definitely get high,
Since this is it, there is no by and by.
If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do rather well.
There is just one rub, what if there is a Hell?
I have studied Rousseau, Kant, and Descartes, you see,
So what is this crucified Saviour to me?
I have got money to burn and fine wine to quaff,
But, what if this resurrection thing is not a laugh?
I have followed Buddha, Mohammed, and done yoga awhile,
But being a repentant sinner is just not my style!
After all, a gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave
That is all there is unless Jesus does save.
July 4, 1987 America's Victory
San Juan Hill, Ardennes, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, The Tet,
From mounted horse and saber, to A bomb and supersonic jet.
Our country's freedom has been challenged time and again.
Many seas and lands have been bloodied by patriotic men.
The sometimes tattered but cherished cloth of stars and bars,
Symbolizes the firm belief that the people rule, not Kings or Czars!
From the shot heard round the world of Concord's ragged band
To the steamy unpopular jungles of South Viet Nam's land.
Each time tyranny knocked at the Republic's wall,
Thousands have risen to answer Freedom's call.
Though often from those brave men life itself was torn,
They knew that it was better to die free than live under slavery's scorn.
Yet, who has really won the glorious victories of this land?
They were men of prayer and faith with Bibles in their hands.
While men of duty are needed and the desire to be free,
There is no true freedom save at the foot of Calvary's tree.
Soldiers will falter and weapons will fail.
Only faith in Christ will weather every gale.
Oh, America, Land that I love, may it ever be said of thee
That you're a nation under God, then forever you will be free!
CHAPLAIN CADENCE
John 3:16 promises a heavenly trip
If I believe on him with my heart and my lip.
Gonna take my Bible in my hand
And start my trip towards the Promised Land.
The Cross before me and the world behind.
Gonna take the Gospel to all mankind.
Jesus, Jesus I believe
That for my sins you did bleed.
When the Devil tells me there's a sin I need
I fall on my knees, God's power to receive.
Hey, Hey, all the way!
Live for Jesus everyday!
Apr 28,91 Measures
This old life is short on love and awful long on pain.
For just a little rainbow, we endure a torrent of rain.
We laugh so briefly and seem to forever sigh and moan.
Warm love is shared for only seconds, while for years we cry alone.
The dreams of youth flash so quickly by.
Nightmares of old age haunt us till we die.
At twelve, life seemed to go eternally on.
At forty, we see it all too soon is gone.
A thimble of error yields buckets of guilt.
On one brick of sin is a house of horror built.
A few cents of folly brings a wealth of shame.
One slip from the narrow way can leave us ever lame.
Oh, that we may learn from life's measures
To be careful what we value in our hearts as treasures.
It is agony to awake one day when old,
To find all we possess is only fool's gold.
Apr 28 1992 STAND FAST
When life gets bizarre and you're feeling mighty tense.
Remember Grace is God's Rices At Christ's Expense.
When temptations abound and you are weak in the knees,
Take hold of the promises and stand fast in your liberties.
Times can get tough and into sin you may fall.
Confess it and rejoice that you are free from the law.
Burdens may get heavy and you will not feel very blest.
Take His yoke upon you and in Him learn to rest.
When Satan laughs in your face and you want him to flee,
Plant your feet on the Rock and shout, "Christ liveth in me!"
Take the offensive! Use the Sword and the Shield!
Put on the full armor of God and never, never yield!
Some preach Christ, in truth, and others to cause strife.
Some just like to play God in your life!
Ignore the doctrines of men, no matter what their degree!
Gird on the Truth, for it has made you free!
Oct 25, 1992 The Poor Boy Can't Survive
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The job's no good, his home life's bad,
He lost the best friend he ever had.
Everyone has rights, he's got his, too
Although he'd never know it by talkin' to you.
He listens to all the junk, you have to say,
But if he speaks his mind there's Hell to pay!
REFRAIN: The poor boy can't survive, no sense bein' alive.
The poor boy can't survive.
He's a college grad and a veteran of Nam,
Still he's got no respect for himself as a man.
The only job he could get was for minimum wage.
He just can't stop the inner rage.
The alcohol doesn't help him pull through.
The only pride he has is in the Red, White, and Blue.
He just can't provide for his child and wife.
The pain's too much so tonight he'll take his life.
REFRAIN: He's done all he can, there's more he can do.
Guess it's time to bid this world adieu!
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The phone starts to ring. There's a man on the line
Saying Son, I've got a message for you, that's Divine!
Jesus died for you. You know that's true.
He's standing there reaching, waiting to save you.
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
With tears in his eyes, he gives God his soul.
REFRAIN: With Jesus, the poor boy can survive! Thank God, He is alive! With Jesus, he can survive!
(Sung to the tune of A Country Boy Can Survive)
Bare limbs gaining a
Robe of emerald petals.
Christ is glorified.
Sept 10, 1968 Ignominy
Nature mourns the death
Of Christ by stripping herself
Naked in disgrace.
Sep 18, 1970 The Navigator
Our souls are like ships
Lost in a squall until we
Let Christ take the wheel.
Jul 24, 1975 If He Came Today
If our dear Lord Jesus came today,
Can you tell me what you would say?
Would you be singing praises to His name
Or hanging your head in sinful shame? REFRAIN
Where would He find you if He came
In the church choir or a poker game?
Would you be singing a Gospel song
Or sneaking in from cheating all night long?
Would you be teaching Sunday School
Or lying on your face a drunken fool?
Would you be spending money on shady fun
Or helping missionaries tell of the Son?
Refrain
I do not sing this song to judge
But from His Word, God will not budge.
To be redeemed on that glorious day
Belief in Christ is the only way!
Remember no matter what a man earns
He will not buy salvation when the Lord returns!
Brother, listen to what I say
Live like He is coming today!
Refrain full one time then Refrain fade out
Dec 15, 1975 Look and Live
You laugh and mock and fail to see
That Jesus the Saviour can set you free.
I know who has caused your life to be so dark
And has given you such a stone cold heart!
I know you cannot see sin's heavy chain
And what has caused you so much pain.
Satan has blinded your heart and mind
So you cannot feel Christ's love Divine!
Brother, I have been there and I know
How sin and shame can bring you low.
I have felt the weight of the shackles of sin
And know that alone you will never win!
I stand before you with tear filled eyes
And mourn as in sin each of you dies!
The Lord knows my heart full well
That, I would gladly take your place in Hell!
Praise God that none of us need be there,
If, we submit to Christ's sweet care!
Confess your sins and then repent!
Accept the Saviour God has sent!
Our sins from our record He will negate,
Then, we will be allowed past Heaven's gate!
Our works would only lead us to Hell!
Accept the gift that will make you well!
Take God's gift of love, it is free!
It will open your eyes that you may see
That only through Faith by Grace
Will any be saved from this sinful race!
January 30, 1976 Who Put You There?
My Lord, Who put you there;
Nailed between the earth and air?
Who caused you blood to flow so free
Upon the ground from that man-made tree?
Upon your head is a thorny crown.
Why do you not plead to be let down?
Lord, answer me, I really care!
Tell me, Lord, who put you there?
Now I know why you did not fight!
My eyes now see Thy Holy Light!
O Son of God, Thy blood did spill
To pay in full sin's costly bill!
The cross is the road that You have paved
So a sinner might be saved!
My God and Saviour, I finally see
Who put you there was really me!
April 3, 1976 The Holy Spirit
Thank you, Father, for the Holy Ghost!
He is a gift of which I cannot boast.
I did not earn Him for He was given in love
From a righteous, merciful God above!
He does not speak of any glory of His own.
He lives to insure that Christ's glory is shown.
Christ had to die to set me free
Then ascend into Heaven to send Him to me.
He dwells within me night and day
And guides me on the righteous way.
He convicts me of any sin into which I might slip
So I can confess and remain in fellowship.
He encourages me as my life onward turns
And seals me until my Lord's return!
He is a gift that is often kept me from ruination.
He has been with me since the day of my salvation!
This gift can be your, there is no limitation.
It is designed for all from any nation.
Accept Christ now so you may live
The Holy Spirit unto you, He will give!
April 16, 1976 Love Thou Reproof
My son, if I spared the correction rod
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Please, do not now my measures rate.
Wait, until you pass through Heaven's gate.
I do not wish to rule you with iron hand.
I desire to make you wise so you may stand
Against all the evil life's sea sends forth
And someday stand on Heaven's wharf.
Love thou reproof and always desire to find
Wisdom that is pure from a source Divine.
As a sailor needs a compass and chart,
Your search will fail without Christ in your heart.
Secular knowledge soon fades into useless obscurity.
What is rooted in Christ blossoms in eternity.
Love not this world and be not led astray.
Allow the Spirit to guide you in the righteous way.
Be not foolish and dislike correction.
Allow God to give you His perfect direction.
He is my Father and in love chastises me too.
Should I love you less or do the same for you?
Read Proverbs 23:12-16 Proverbs 22:6
MORE THAN YOU
".... if thou beatest him with a rod he shall not die." Proverbs 23:13
How often have you told your children, "This is going to hurt me more than it will you?" My wife has told me that she is often to the point of tears when the children cry after some punishment she has inflicted. I also felt this way for awhile. In fact, I was more angry at the idea of having to punish them than for what they did wrong. I had always heard the statement, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." It never really meant much until after my conversion and I read Proverbs and realized that God was telling me to do this and not some backyard philosopher. We say, "God said it. I believe it. That settles it for me." Do we always practice it? If you do not discipline your children then, you might as well dedicate them to Satan rather than God. Dedication without follow up is useless. God is the God of order and Satan the Father of anarchy. Unless law is enforced, it is ineffective and anarchy reigns. Discipline is nothing less than (loving) law enforcement. Often have I been thankful that God took "a rod" to me. It brought me back to the straight and narrow. If He loves us enough to discipline us, then should we and can we love our children any less?
My Son, if I spared the correction rod,
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Do not now my measures rate.
Wait until you are past Heaven's gate.
RES
THOT: You will grieve for them TOMORROW, if you do not teach them TODAY!
May 13, 1976 Aftermath
The gray clouds disperse.
Leaves sparkling like diamonds.
God's promise appears.
May 13, 1976 The Plasma of Salvation
My soul was bleeding
To death 'til Christ pumped His
Blood into my heart.
May 13, 1976 Relief
Jesus, please save me!
Rid me of all the burdens
My shoulders must bear!
May 18, 1976 Pre-Rapture Meditations
The day is growing quickly near,
When I will leave this earth so drear.
I will be engulfed completely by His sweet love
In that glorious home somewhere above.
For twenty two dismal years His love and law, I spurned
Then my Lord Jesus saved me from the Hell, I had earned.
I could not love Him or look Him in the face
If not for His blood and matchless grace.
I search my flesh and in it find no speck of good
But, I know He saved me because He said He would.
Any righteousness I may have is not really mine,
It is the life that comes from the Everlasting Vine.
My finite mind cannot begin to comprehend
A love for me that is without end.
No one could even begin His portrait to draw
For in comparison to His glory it would be a childish scrawl.
I am only a sinner saved by grace.
Look not to me, as I still run the race.
Rather look to Jesus Christ instead
For it is He who has risen from the dead.
I still trip, stumble and fall.
Only He is conqueror over all.
He has elected me because I believed
And from my burden of sin I am relieved.
He is coming soon to receive His own unto Himself
And take His judgment vials from off the shelf.
He will pour out His wrath on all Mankind
Because, they desired to be spiritually blind.
You can escape this dreadful curse
And the sentence to Hell, which is far worse.
Believe in your heart that Jesus is the Saviour God sent.
Ask Him to save you; confess and repent.
It is easy to be saved, so do it today.
To enter Heaven, Christ is the only way.
Tomorrow He may take us in the wink of an eye
And, I will be gone before you say "Good-
June 11, 1976 Why Condemn the Innocent?
How often have you heard about Him
Through someone voicing their frustrated whim?
You hear His name throughout the day
More often than not in a disgracing way.
He's very popular among the throng.
They blame Him for everything that's wrong.
When they are upset you will hear their voices ring,
As they call upon Him to curse most anything.
Why do they feel so downright content
To condemn without trial the innocent?
They will take His name vainly and not even pause.
Why do they hate Him without a cause?
They fail to see that Satan causes their strife
And that only Jesus Christ can give them life.
He left His peaceful Heavenly throne
So He could make sinners His own.
They know, that in all of the Eastern culture lands,
To speak against Buddha is to take your life in your hands.
Why they speak against Christ, who made this land free,
Or why Christians allow it is strange to me.
They laugh now, but I know full well
They will not laugh when they burn in Hell.
He loves them and He is pleading, accept, repent
And stop condemning the innocent!
July 11, 1976 Sharing
In our youth, everything was shared by me and you;
Not only our possessions, but what we'd think and do.
We shared the secret that Daddy was really Santa Claus
And a tricycle was our joy despite how beat up it was.
Our minds were one when we built our castle with a moat.
There was nothing we would not share from a frog to a new boat.
We shared the money we earned from lawns that we would rake.
Then came our first true loves and we shared our first heartbreak.
However, things have changed since we have grown,
Even though we still share the things we own.
Of such a friendship no one else could boast,
Yet, things get cool when I share that which I love the most.
I have found the truth and it has set me free.
So I want share with you what Jesus has done for me.
We talked of each other as brothers ever since we were boys
But, without the love of Jesus that talk is a lot of noise.
Believe on Jesus and be saved so brothers we'll truly be.
A brotherhood that will not fade but will grow eternally.
Just think of it, we will no longer be two but three.
With Jesus as our oldest, how blessed we would be!
I love you so much more than those distant years ago
And my heart's yearning for you only God can really know.
After all these years of sharing joy with you, my friend,
Did you think I would not want to share joy that has no end?
August 3, 1976 Giving
O Lord, teach me how to give
My heart and soul that I might live.
You seek gifts that are precious and rare.
I only give what I feel I ought or dare.
I will give you all of my possessions that lie upon the shelf.
I will hesitate and question before I give of myself.
Good works I'll give you both day and night.
What you desire is a heart broken and contrite.
I love you, Jesus, I really do
And your loving favor I wish to woo.
You saved me by Thy loving grace.
Teach me how to run the race.
Your gift is for each and all everywhere.
Please teach me, Lord, so I may share.
I now have life, yet I cannot really live
Until my Lord, I learn how to give.
Nov 19, 1977 The Pentecostal Power Is Not Pentecostal
I'm not Pentecostal, but I have the power of Pentecost.
I know I have it because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my Friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never spoke in tongues or healed,
But Praise God I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
He saved me because I believe
And He promised to never leave.
If it were by feelings, you know that I'm often low
And were I to die in that moment, to Hell I surely would go!
Paul wrote to Corinth to tell of their sin,
But he spoke to them as brothers not as souls he had to win!
They had all the gifts, not one did they lack,
Yet evidently, spiritually, they had slid back!
Thank God, I'm saved by grace
Not by how I run the race.
Rewards to gain or rewards to lose
That's up to me to choose.
Often in the dark, I stumble
And to my Lord I grumble.
Many battles I have lost and trembled in my shoes.
Still, once I 'm saved my soul I'll never lose.
Jesus promised the Comforter forever
And that He'd leave me never.
No matter how I'm headed or where
He'll already be waiting when I get there.
I'm not Pentecostal, but I have the power of Pentecost.
I know I have it because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never spoke in tongues or healed,
But Praise God, I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
Easter 1978 HE IS NOT HERE!
The cross is now bare,
But He was there.
He gave His life upon that tree
So He might save from sin both you and me.
He arose and now sits there above
Longing to give us His sweet love!
May 17, 1980 A Paid Lover?
Do I praise only when the sun's not under cover?
Do alleluias come only when the waves of blessing roll?
Oh God, am I just a well paid lover
Or do I love you from the depth of my soul?
The skies often grow black and life is so cold.
No beams of love I perceive.
Does then my Christian testimony remain bold
Or do I, alone, in bitter silence grieve?
The tender words of a well paid lover,
Is this what the Master truly desires?
No, not ones who around the paymaster hover,
But those whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job, your love was certainly tried,
Your soul sifted and doom your only cover.
From the Bible's pages, God hast cried,
"You're not well paid, but truly my lover!"
Yes, God poured out gifts from above
And gave you more than you had at the start.
These were not wages. They were tokens of love
To the one who always loved God from his heart.
In my testings and trials that often abound,
When there is no sense of peace from above,
O, then in such a state let my heart be found
That when Satan screams, "Paid, Paid!", I whisper, "Love."
Mar 7, 1983 Jesus Loves Me, Anyway!
Lord, when I was a sinner,
You know that I wasn't a winner.
Now, I'm trying to quit my sinnin'
And I still ain't good at winnin'.
I shed my good old Air Force blue
To spend my life serving you
And telling folks about your son,
But your people said, I was too young!
We've gone and replaced worn out knees
For a wall full of paper and degrees.
They would have even had the nerve
To tell old Peter that he couldn't serve.
You've got to have been preaching twenty years
And know just how to tickle their ears.
It doesn't matter how hot your heart may burn,
Because they'll never give you the chance to learn.
Well, you know I'm feeling pretty sad
And fighting the urge to turn bad.
When they won't let you do what you should,
You wonder, why even bother to be good!
Now that my GI career is done
And job hunting is just no fun,
Lord, I don't know what I'd do,
If you didn't love me like you do.
You never said, life would be an easy sail
And that I would never fail.
Just give me the strength for what I must do,
As I turn it all over to you!
May 5, 1983 UNLESS
Life is nothing but grabbing for dollars.
There is no God or Hell or so say the scholars.
A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave,
That is all there is unless Jesus will save.
I must sing, dance, and definitely get high,
Since this is it, there is no by and by.
If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do rather well.
There is just one rub, what if there is a Hell?
I have studied Rousseau, Kant, and Descartes, you see,
So what is this crucified Saviour to me?
I have got money to burn and fine wine to quaff,
But, what if this resurrection thing is not a laugh?
I have followed Buddha, Mohammed, and done yoga awhile,
But being a repentant sinner is just not my style!
After all, a gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave
That is all there is unless Jesus does save.
July 4, 1987 America's Victory
San Juan Hill, Ardennes, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, The Tet,
From mounted horse and saber, to A bomb and supersonic jet.
Our country's freedom has been challenged time and again.
Many seas and lands have been bloodied by patriotic men.
The sometimes tattered but cherished cloth of stars and bars,
Symbolizes the firm belief that the people rule, not Kings or Czars!
From the shot heard round the world of Concord's ragged band
To the steamy unpopular jungles of South Viet Nam's land.
Each time tyranny knocked at the Republic's wall,
Thousands have risen to answer Freedom's call.
Though often from those brave men life itself was torn,
They knew that it was better to die free than live under slavery's scorn.
Yet, who has really won the glorious victories of this land?
They were men of prayer and faith with Bibles in their hands.
While men of duty are needed and the desire to be free,
There is no true freedom save at the foot of Calvary's tree.
Soldiers will falter and weapons will fail.
Only faith in Christ will weather every gale.
Oh, America, Land that I love, may it ever be said of thee
That you're a nation under God, then forever you will be free!
CHAPLAIN CADENCE
John 3:16 promises a heavenly trip
If I believe on him with my heart and my lip.
Gonna take my Bible in my hand
And start my trip towards the Promised Land.
The Cross before me and the world behind.
Gonna take the Gospel to all mankind.
Jesus, Jesus I believe
That for my sins you did bleed.
When the Devil tells me there's a sin I need
I fall on my knees, God's power to receive.
Hey, Hey, all the way!
Live for Jesus everyday!
Apr 28,91 Measures
This old life is short on love and awful long on pain.
For just a little rainbow, we endure a torrent of rain.
We laugh so briefly and seem to forever sigh and moan.
Warm love is shared for only seconds, while for years we cry alone.
The dreams of youth flash so quickly by.
Nightmares of old age haunt us till we die.
At twelve, life seemed to go eternally on.
At forty, we see it all too soon is gone.
A thimble of error yields buckets of guilt.
On one brick of sin is a house of horror built.
A few cents of folly brings a wealth of shame.
One slip from the narrow way can leave us ever lame.
Oh, that we may learn from life's measures
To be careful what we value in our hearts as treasures.
It is agony to awake one day when old,
To find all we possess is only fool's gold.
Apr 28 1992 STAND FAST
When life gets bizarre and you're feeling mighty tense.
Remember Grace is God's Rices At Christ's Expense.
When temptations abound and you are weak in the knees,
Take hold of the promises and stand fast in your liberties.
Times can get tough and into sin you may fall.
Confess it and rejoice that you are free from the law.
Burdens may get heavy and you will not feel very blest.
Take His yoke upon you and in Him learn to rest.
When Satan laughs in your face and you want him to flee,
Plant your feet on the Rock and shout, "Christ liveth in me!"
Take the offensive! Use the Sword and the Shield!
Put on the full armor of God and never, never yield!
Some preach Christ, in truth, and others to cause strife.
Some just like to play God in your life!
Ignore the doctrines of men, no matter what their degree!
Gird on the Truth, for it has made you free!
Oct 25, 1992 The Poor Boy Can't Survive
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The job's no good, his home life's bad,
He lost the best friend he ever had.
Everyone has rights, he's got his, too
Although he'd never know it by talkin' to you.
He listens to all the junk, you have to say,
But if he speaks his mind there's Hell to pay!
REFRAIN: The poor boy can't survive, no sense bein' alive.
The poor boy can't survive.
He's a college grad and a veteran of Nam,
Still he's got no respect for himself as a man.
The only job he could get was for minimum wage.
He just can't stop the inner rage.
The alcohol doesn't help him pull through.
The only pride he has is in the Red, White, and Blue.
He just can't provide for his child and wife.
The pain's too much so tonight he'll take his life.
REFRAIN: He's done all he can, there's more he can do.
Guess it's time to bid this world adieu!
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The phone starts to ring. There's a man on the line
Saying Son, I've got a message for you, that's Divine!
Jesus died for you. You know that's true.
He's standing there reaching, waiting to save you.
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
With tears in his eyes, he gives God his soul.
REFRAIN: With Jesus, the poor boy can survive! Thank God, He is alive! With Jesus, he can survive!
(Sung to the tune of A Country Boy Can Survive)