ACCORDING TO GOD’S PROMISE

Holy Spirit, speak to me; give me truth and set me free;
Open wide my eyes to see who you want me now to be.
Across the years I’ve walked the walk, but ne’er so well as I could talk;
Forgive those times when I have balked; Please change my talk to godly walk.

True trial is here; no crowds to cheer;
No congregation filled with fear as they see deadly sin appear,
Or speak in faith their glad “Amens” as you forgive their many sins,
Transforming them from “outs” to “ins” as once again your Spirit wins.

That fellowship of godly folk, to whom your spirit often spoke,
Could well my sullen soul provoke to bear with power that “holy yoke”
Which sumoned me to sacrifice, to bear the pain, to pay the price,
To show His love and good advise to ill informed as well as wise.

But passing now that four score years, I seldom hear those holy cheers
Resounding in my failing ears or see glad faces through dim tears.
Less and less I’m called to preach; moving in is my outreach;
Still, at times, I get to teach, though haltingly and slow of speech.

My Helpmate too is growing old; before her duties, not so bold,
As she still tries to keep the fold as well and warm as of old.
So shall we join Old Jeremiah and be known as woeful “Crier”
Or shall we look a great deal higher, and listen to that Holy Lyre?

The harp that makes melodious strum of glorious things yet to come,
Of “House not made with hands” for some, who grasped by faith one holy crumb
Of that SWEET BREAD, the bread of life, which gives us ear in any strife
To be God’s two, both man and wife, as we prepare for THAT NEW LIFE!.

A life where “Old Things pass away”; precisely what God has to say,
“Where all our night is turned to day” while “God’s candle lights the way”;
A life “where old things turn to new” while angels sing along with you.
“Many called, but chosen - few!” By faith there’s room for us - YOU TOO!

A LEGAL NECKIN' PARTY!

July 1, 2001

Ain't had no outside neckin' party since wed to my sweet bride;
I'd frown on such a thing and am way too old beside;
But Doctor Shari grabbed hold my neck on Monday afternoon;
An' 'fore she's through I thought fer shore I was about to swoon!

She popped that thing a time or two when I was still face down,
And then she rolled me over and really went to town!
She grabbed a hold of my bald head and turned my neck to rubber,
Then cracked that worn-out atlas 'till I was 'bout to blubber!

Then stood me up and smilin' said, "You'll feel much better now!"
I reeled on out across the hall and wondered to myself, "Just how!"
But fact o' matter, I am much better, a mystery to me;
And I shore hope when I go back she's still got that recipe.