How can you do it Let them go Into a prodical life Where sin will grow As a parent it’s tough You’ve raised them right Yet you’re not letting them go Without a good fight But it becomes apparent The path they want to choose So you must do it Knowing they will lose But … Continue reading Letting Go
Oh, will they ever learn, These kids I'm trying to raise? When will they take responsibility, So I can give them praise?
Each day you do The deeds you believe Creates a better future A gift to receive
It's tough These woes of life To see them unfold Gives my heart strife A man works And for what you say To do it all again Laboring day after day Where is rest Not in his position Rules and regulations Are his daily mission Then comes the rival Waiting to succeed He does whatever … Continue reading The Woes of Work
Can it happen, The thing that I most fear? Could I lose my freedom, When it is so near?
Don't want to be an enemy But I have to tell the truth Their ways are against God They need to hear reproof
The old law was our tutor, Instructing in things we needed to learn, Until faith in Christ could be established, His purpose we could discern.
They said to one another, "Were not our hearts burning within us while He was speaking to us on the road, while He was explaining the Scriptures to us?" Luke 24:32 Unaware of His presence, Walking with Him, Talking with Him, Their hearts burned. Just another man, On a journey to Emmaus, But something was … Continue reading Poem: Does Your Heart Burn?
I try hard not to be that, One slip of the tongue, I become it. Thoughtlessly I spoke, About a situation, I don’t really know. It opens up doors, Speculations of the heart, Unwarranted, unnecessary. I’m a contributor, In producing animosity, That destroys peace. I repent where I’ve ruined, My example before men, By my … Continue reading Poem: My Idle Words
You think you got it all together, With all your “perfect” works; Tithing and fasting you brag, In your heart arrogance lurks. Don’t point the finger as if, You have no guilt of your own; Putting down that tax collector, You’re true colors you have shone. Look to him who barely lifts, His eyes as … Continue reading Poem: Arrogance Lurks