The Dawning of Hope

Life is a burden
And time is a curse 
Each day is a play 
That we do not rehearse

We each write a book 
With much careful thought 
But know that its pages 
Will all come to naught. 

Our moments are painted 
With much artful skill 
But colors are wasted 
In time that we kill. 

We sing songs of passion 
In much pain begotten 
Meant to inspire 
But too soon forgotten

Our stories are bland artifacts 
Buried in dust 
Our iron wills corrupted 
Our treasured thoughts rust 

Our hearts bleed for nothing 
Our mind aches in vain 
Our joys are all pointless 
There’s nothing to gain. 

The things that now hurt us 
Will soon hurt no more 
But the pleasures that drive us 
Will leave us all poor. 

For life is a burden 
And time is a curse 
Hope an illusion 
A rose scented hearse. 

Till in steps the Savior 
With truth for our lies 
The pain was His blessing 
Dressed up in disguise. 

Our hurts and our failures 
Drive us to his arms 
He wooes and He wins us 
With mysteries charms 

Then life is a blessing 
And time just a start 
A hopeful beginning 
For a once hopeless heart.

A Holy Invitation

Jesus Christ, the greatest revelation! 
Unlocking hearts to enter His salvation
From death to life a wondrous explanation. 
So much to gain and learn in observation 
From You, the Lord, a depth of information. 
A call to come, a holy invitation 
A Truth be told. Eternal proclamation.
He changes lives! A shouted exclamation
Receiving Him, there is no expiration. 
Standing on the Solid Rock foundation 
The future holds the greatest expectation 
Filled with such joyous jubilation! 
But if you find you're in a situation
Walking through the trials and tribulation 
Leaving you in need of respiration 
The Breath of Life will bring rejuvenation 
Restoring back a fresh exhilaration
Returning strength for further exploration 
Revitalized and ready inspiration. 
A vibrancy, a plan that's in formation 
To share the news with every generation
The answer there observed in all creation 
His Spirit dwells within a confirmation 
Follow through, a full investigation 
Digging in, a real evaluation 
You'll find the truth without a speculation 
Perfection there, a cross in presentation 
A sacrifice in love, no reservation.
Shh...then silence came in dreadful termination
Three days passed without anticipation 
BUT He arose in mighty vindication
Defeating death and sin, a declaration 
In meeting life victorious salutation!
A crazy plan of royal inclination
For on His heart you've made an indentation
And now in yours, I pray illumination!

Remembering Our Heroes

We remember our fallen heroes
On Memorial Day every year.
They died while serving our nation
And preserving freedom so dear.

Many lie in national cemeteries
Where a cross marks each grave.
We honor each one of these heroes.
For America, their lives they gave.

Sometimes I visit an old grave
Of a hero, my dear Uncle Dan.
He died fighting in World War Two.
He was a very courageous man.

I visit the graves of friends
Who made the ultimate sacrifice.
They gave their lives for America.
For freedom, they paid the price.

I thank God for all the heroes
Who died in such a brave way,
Whose blood was shed for America.
We will honor them on this day.

Father Of The Fatherless

"There are no orphans of God"

Is the theme of a Gospel song.
Being saved, God is your Father.
To Him you will always belong.

We see children in orphanages
Who have no fathers or mothers.
Some orphans long to be adopted.
They want a family just like others.

Some children have no father.
Maybe their dads have passed away.
Some dads abandon their children.
Maybe some will return one day.

God is "Father of the fatherless,"
Says Psalm sixty-eight, verse five,
So if you accept Jesus as your Savior,
You'll have a Father who's ever alive.

The Praise of Peace, The Peace in Praise

The praise of peace
The peace in praise
Inside the heart is Jesus raised
The ransom paid in love the cost
So that my soul may not be lost
I praise the peace in Him alone
Forgiven sins He did atone
In peace He holds me close to thee
In praise I pray to constant be

With Mother on Her Knees, the Devil Flees

Some demons were meeting to decide Ken's fate.
"We have to act now; we cannot wait.
Young Ken has sinned many times before.
We need to entice him to sin even more."

"If we keep him over on Satan's side,
Straight into Hell his soul will ride.
Yes, for Satan we can win his soul.
You know that's every demon's goal."

One demon screamed out in the meeting,
"I think we're about to take a beating!
I'm hearing something that we all hate,
So I think our meeting is a little late."

"I see Ken's mother down on her knees,
Crying to God with desperate pleas.
She's praying, 'Please save my son tonight! 
Don't let him get into a fatal fight.'"

Ken met up with Al to go to a bar,
But they went to a different place by far.
"Ken, my uncle from up north came down.
He's preaching a revival meeting in town."

"I promised my dad that I would go.
We can go to the bar later, though."
"Okay, Al, I'll go to church with you.
We can hang out when church is through."

That night the Holy Spirit spoke to Ken.
"You're going to Hell if you die in your sin."
Ken walked the aisle during altar call,
And upon his knees then Ken did fall.

Ken asked Jesus to save his sinful soul
And yielded his life to God's control.
His mother's prayers were answered then,
And the demons lost and did not win.

Is there even one demon that dares
To try to defeat a mother's prayers?
When a Godly mother kneels down to pray,
The Devil just flees and goes away.

Godly Mothers

Who taught us to love God and each other?

Many of us can say it was our mother.
The Bible tells us of Godly mothers too.
Look into the Bible and consider a few.

The virgin Mary lived a long time ago.
She gave birth to Jesus when He came below.
Among women, she was blessed above others.
Truly she was favored among mothers.

When Jesus was dying for our sin,
He spoke of his mother to John then,
And He left His mother in John's care.
He was concerned about her welfare.

Paul wrote to young Timothy in a letter,
Saying how Timothy's faith was better
For Grandmother Lois and Eunice, his mother
Had taught him to love God and one another.

Hannah was barren and prayed for a son.
God answered her prayer and gave her one.
She promised to give Samuel to God one day,
So she brought him to the house of God to stay.

Every year as Samuel grew more and more,
Hannah made a little coat, which he wore.
Samuel bacame a prophet for the Lord.
Having a Godly son was Hannah's reward.

Godly mothers who live for God each day
And follow God's plan along the way
Will rear their children for the Lord.
Godly children will be their reward.