God Has A Little Acre

A poem about how God works on me despite my failed efforts to improve.

God has a little acre

he planted all his own.

My life is His little acre,

where precious seeds are sown.

He removed stones and stick and rubbish

And made it a place where love has grown.

And All is well when he works it,

You see, it is his own.

When God is working in my life

His wonders to full fill.

Plants and pulls and labors,

The stubborn earth he’ll till.

He makes all thing ready for life and growth and joy.

Using all the tool at his pleasure

Some we would never chose to employ.

But when he leaves the garden

For me to tend while he’s gone

It’s seems my life has trouble,

And it doesn’t take very long.

The fences crumble, the weeds thrive.

The vines get limp and brittle.

It seems I’m not much a gardner

When in His garden I fiddle.

So I yeild to Him the vineyard

To do His mighty will.

I confess I made quite a mess

When I try to do His will. q

But soon under His careful hand

The garden grows again.

For to let Him be the gardener in me

Was always His perfect plan.

My Way Didn’t Work

A poem about my futile efforts to have life my way instead of following God’s way.

I’m weary of this emptiness, this futility all my life,

I’m tired of my pursuits vanishing, always out of reach

My life has not worked for me, has been filled with bitter strife,

Because I tried it my way and not the way you teach.

Your way made little sense to me, the logic wasn’t there.

Lord, you know you gave me a mind, One I could use.

So why give me instructions that appeared to be unfair

And commands that are not smart certainly don’t seem fair.

So I tried my way, perfect in logic; well-designed I must say.

With all the might within me, assured I wouldn’t fail.

But my way didn’t work so well, though I was proud of the way.

I fell flat on my face, got up, and landed square on my tail.

I suppose you know the way that would work for your creation.

It should be no surprise that my genius came up so weak.

When you called me in to son-ship, a forgiven child relation,

You told me to love you and make it your kingdom I first seek.

It’s Amazing God Would Even Bless

A whimsical verse about going to Church for the wrong reason.

Sunday morning, Satan was working.

It’s amazing God would even bless.

Sister Agness and Sister Gertrude

Were wearing the exact same dress.

There wasn’t more than hateful glares.

Last time, they had to be pulled apart.

They regretfully have the exact same taste

For special deals at Wal-Mart.

Trouble was about to blow.

When you walked in, you just knew

When you saw that Brother Walter

Had sat again in Grandpa’s pew.

All the songs were way to slow,

Except for the ones too fast.

One of the songs was only twenty years old

Instead of the good old ones from the past.

For Brother Harold, the temperature was too hot,

But for Miss Patsy, it was way too cold.

Most of the people would not greet you,

Except for those that are way too bold.

It’s amazing that God would even bless.

The preacher preached way too long.

And do we have to sing all five verses

Of the invitation song?

But Mattie Sue and Bobby

Must have read the Bible straight,

Because they came to get their lives right,

And the sermon wasn’t all that great.

And then came Billy Butler,

And for one time, he had behaved,

And on the third verse of “Amazing Grace”

Walked up the isle to get saved.

Next thing you know the alter

Was full of people to pray,

And when the service ended

Most of them wanted to stay.

People were crying and weeping.

Their eyes were flowing with tears.

And I saw some people hugging

That hadn’t spoken in years.

It was amazing that God would even bless.

That he did, you can’t debate.

The show I saw was worth far more

Than the dollar I put in the plate.

Send a Revival

Send a revival, Lord,

 

To this cold heart of mine.

 

Remove the scales from my eyes

 

That I may see your face, divine.

 

Whatever it takes, Oh Lord,

 

I’m willing to obey.

 

Send a revival, God,

 

And may it begin today.

 

Bend my knees to help me bow

 

Before your throne on high,

 

If it takes my legs to break

 

Make me bow, I cry.

 

Lift my hands in praise for you,

 

With a worshiping attitude,

 

Even if it begins with hands

 

Lifted to beg for food.

 

Bring from my eyes an offering

 

Of tears of repentance and joy

 

Even if the tears begin

 

With a broken heart you employ.

 

I need a revival, Jesus, Lord,

 

More than life itself

 

Because without your nearness, God,

 

This life is an intolerable death.

 

I was falling

My life was ruined. I was falling

Below the surface of the sea

But you came into my life.

It was you who rescued me.

I floundered and I struggled;

I was blind and could not see.

In my stumbling I found you,

But it was you that rescued me.

You sparked the light of life

To help me find my way

With Caring and compassion

You rescued me that day.

My meager thank is not enough;

For one once bound, now free.

To you I give all gratitude,

You were here to rescue me.

Halloween: When You Love a Child

A little monster rang my door bell.

“Can I have some candy please?”

Male or female I could not tell,

Not much higher than my knees.

Reaching into my candy bowl,

I grab some candy for the child.

Four or five pieces, I don’t know.

The little one giggled, free and wild.

I dropped them into a pumpkin pail.

A “thank you” broke the quiet night.

“You’re welcome,” I said, and without fail

Added “Jesus loves you” to the little fright.

“Here is a tract you can have someone read.”

“Oh, thank you again,” came the child’s voice.

“Maybe mom or dad will do the deed,

And read you the story,” I hoped for that choice.

Later that night I completed my treating.

My doorbell rang after much patience was tried.

A young mother with tears I found myself greeting,

A little monster standing by her side.

Holding the tract I had given the child.

She looked to me with hope in her eyes.

I asked, “Will you come on in and visit a while.”

The two stepped right in, to my surprise.

Later that night, I saw the mother pray

For Jesus to love her, cleanse her heart.

God took all her sins and washed them away.

He loved her and gave her a fresh new start.

When all in this life seems ruin and lost.

Everything in the world is dirty, defiled.

A Word from the Father is worth the cost.

And a family can be reached if we love a child.

When God’s People Pray

Love abounds, wounds are healed,

Victory comes in the battles of the day,

Wanderers return from the worlds appeal,

Hearts are mended when God’s people pray.

The army arises, the enemy flees,

The battles turn towards God’s way,

The power surges when we are on our knees,

The Captain is smiling when His people pray.