Karl Krahn

The Poetry and Prose
of
Karl Krahn

*ASSOCIATE MEMBER*
The Writing Forum’s Writer of the Month - October 2011

POET’S BIO:

....If you are happy with the way this world has prepared for the second coming of Christ, fine. Go your merry way and enjoy. I am not, and the results are why you are reading this story. I was raised by a very strong believing Mother. She taught that the truth always wins, be sure your sins will find you out and as you sow so shall you reap.

...She didn't get me ready for this world, but for the next one. When I finally understood this, it was too late. I just could not believe it was possible to have the Spirit of Jesus Christ enter my heart, mind and soul, and not feel any different. For years I searched for the feeling of total acceptance. I could sometimes find the presence of the Holy Spirit, but it was always in someone else. I just could not find the feelings, I was so sure what I was looking for. It's not possible to list the extent and searching of this journey, but in the end, I just gave up.

...If there is no God, it doesn't make any difference. If there is a God, and He won't talk to you, that's worse. So I quit. On judgment day, when all living beings go before the final judgement, I needed no defense. I truly believed, by not talking to me, God was not living up to His promise. Then I got very happy.

...All my worries about Hell's fury and roasting for the rest of time, vanished. I set a time limit of three weeks and then I was going to stop living. Nothing fancy, I was just going to find a simple way to stop living. I had rejected this life completely. All my worries were over. Then, after about two weeks, I got an overwhelming desire to get a pencil and paper. The desire was so strong, if I didn't have a paper in time, I would write on table tops or anything that was handy. They were poems. They just came pouring from my hand. They came so fast, there is no way I could tell them that fast. Now I offer them to those that think there has to be more in this life.

...The hope and prayers that we will all be covered by His Loving Grace, even though we make no effort at all to live better, just don't wash. If you want to live again, you have got to try. I say again. If you believe you already have a passkey to Heaven, Have a nice day. If these poems can help just one person, I'm Happy.

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POEMS AND PROSE BY KARL KRAHN
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Love?
Honor
Is God Joking?
The Reason
I-Ran?
God’s Last Warning?
To Question
Mother’s Soup
Dream Daze
Worth?
Think!!
Effort
Do You Hear?
Chancy
Christian Harvest
Monkey’s Uncle
Twisted Wisdom
Trial Question
Pass-Key
Untold Truth?
Soft Touch
Wake Up! (prose)
The Guide
Nitty Gritty
The Seed
Wisdom
The Given Light
The Reply
Loves Melody
A Rose

Love?
Love is a true spirit,
it's a gift in every way.
It can not be discribed in words,
no matter what you say.

It must be shown in kindness
or discribed in feeling shown;
true love is offered freely
or true love is never known.

To put a price on offered love
can not be done, you see?
True love can not be bartered,
all you sell is misery.

So when you offer, make it real,
the love right from your heart.
Love has no limit you can give,
true love has just a start.

It adds to life a bonus grown,
a spirit you must share;
True love's a double picture,
But one love is half a pair.

Honor
It's something you don't brag about,
or lightly use in jest.
It used to be a word of pride,
but now it's just a test.

It seems to be forgotten grace
from friends so long ago;
their word and one small handshake,
would strike a legal blow.

But now that trust has fallen prey
and truth a twisted lie;
It makes you wonder where it went,
this love of days gone by.

So mellow out, save your breath
and watch this world at play;
they'll find out what honor is,
the coming judgement day.

Is God Joking?
...Sometimes when you least expect it, Life takes its
own direction, fate? This world has chosen to grow
its own Gods. People make the rules and their Gods obey.

…Here's the joke. My God and His Son and His Son's
Holy Ghost believe They are the only God, a Trinity.

…A long time back, my wife and I started using a TV
Company called Dish. One of the channels was new
to my world. The Dish Network now has a camera
on a satellite 22,000 miles out in space. It shows a
daily picture of all weather forms, on this side of
The earth. You would just about have to see it, to
understand. The whole earth is shown in pictures
that change constantly. They are beautiful.

…These are pictures that are all entwined with other
pictures and your mind has to change gears to see them.

…A short time ago, I was compelled, by God, to write
three letters. Ignoring God?, God's last warning? and I-ran?

…I sent them to the right places, but no one cared?
They were ignored.

…Look what God did. See if you can ignore this!

photo ©copyrighted-Dish Earth
...We turned on the TV for news and heard about all the
Tornadoes and damage they had caused. I went right to
The Dish Earth channel and took this picture.

…Can you see the bull? Sometimes you will see other
faces, but give yourself time and start with the hooked
horns. It's not just a picture.

…Those hooked horns just tore seven states to shreds.
Those tornadoes are the results of God's wrath. Those
horns kept ripping for two more days. Death and chaos
Is the present outlook and everyone blames Nature.

…Wrong. Look for yourself. God don't Joke.

…This Nation has murdered over 53 million babies.

...This Nation owes Iran friendship and protection.

…This Nation has 7 days to conform to God's demands.

…Stop killing babies.

…Send Iran a show of friendship.

…No answer means no.

P.S. This is 3/7/2012. I just looked. The bull is back.
The bull is wearing a war helmet.

The Reason
Heaven has no keep out signs,
it's free in every way.
It's free of gossip making
and the fear of what you say.

The vain were sorted, long ago
and liars were laid to rest;
thieves had stolen their own soul
and failed the final test.

No pretending felt or shown
on streets of solid gold;
A place where smiles are love itself,
a place you don't get old.

And there in Heaven, it's a joy,
to praise and give a nod;
And thank the reason you are there,
the Holy Son Of God.

I-Ran?
...The first time this nation had dealings
with a Country named Iran, they were in a
power struggle. We had just learned, their
country was sitting on the biggest oil
reserve in the World. We chose a side, gave
them money and guns, and watched the show.

...The Shah won. He took the guns we gave
him and lined a hundred thousand souls
against the wall, and fired. The war was
won and we now had an unlimited oil supply.
We gave the Shah so much money, it was much
cheaper to give him a money press than ship
him money. And we did. We gave him, his own,
money printing press.

…The Shah used his new found wealth to buy
super prime property all over the world.
Billions of dollars were spent in this country
alone and the value just kept getting bigger.

…He did not share his wealth with any of
his people. They were mostly poor and just
barely getting by. They still fought for
their rights and were still being killed.

...When the injured party, of Iran, finally
got strong enough to threaten the Shah, he
ran. Taking all he could carry, he left the
country to live elsewhere. Sick, unwelcome
and sadly rejected from every country he ask,
he finally was admitted entry into the U.S.A.,
claiming he had cancer. He was right.
He died.

…The new leaders of Iran asked the U.S.A.
to give them their money back. After all the
red tape was thrown at them, the answer was,
No.

…Iran then took all the Americans that were
at the U.S. Embassy and held them as a way,
to show token resistance. Answer? No.
We will not pay for Hostages.

…Acting the part of a playground bully, the U.S.A.
decided to take the Hostages by force. They sent
a secret convoy of armed choppers with a cargo
of our best fighters, to save the Hostages. The
plan was to enter across their northern Deserts
and hope for no contest.
Wrong.

…God was the contest. Where the freak sand
storm came from is a total mystery. Choppers
ran into each other and lives were lost.
The plan was aborted.

…Know how many days the Hostages were held?
As God forecast over two thousand ago , they
were held 444 days. He also forecast the top
would blow off the tremulous ones. In the
same time frame, a whole cubed mile blew
off the top of Mt. St. Helen.

...It's in the Bible. Look it up.

…Because of our history, God has taken His
Blessings from this country and bestowed them
on the small Country of Iran. If we make moves
of any kind, to hurt or injure Iran, we will
waken the wrath of God.

…Where are all God's Christians? Most churches
are bragging about knowing Jesus and go to great
length to take care of God's money. The Bible is
filled with stories of the POWER of GOD. In times
past, He has used that Power because one real live
Christian ask Him.

…But first it's time to find a real live Man of
God, that cares to ask Him.

…In years gone by, the symbol that graced
this country was a shiny pure white hat.
Now this symbol of slime has reduced it's
self to the same wreath the Romans used
to wear. Only this wreath is made from a
Ball of serpents, all biting themselves.

…Repent.

God's Last Warning?
The United States has fought many countries
for acts of inhuman actions against their own
people. Humans are supposed to have certain
rights, under God, that can not be denied.

…Now it is time to expose a monster crime,
against our own people. It has been reported,
since 1973 there has been 53 million babies
aborted in the name of free rights. Women have
the right to abort any baby that is not wanted.
Murder.

…The excuse used to justify this mass murder?
Life don't start until the baby is developed
to a certain stage. They state the baby does
not have a soul until a certain time. The main
theme in their story? When does life start?

…If this question was asked in any part of the
world but ours, they would laugh.

…Life does not start. It continues.

…If Hitler killed less than ten million, and
he has been declared as the filth of time,
what does that make us? So far this nation
has killed fifty three million and counting.

…If these facts are not given to the people,they
will not know why God has condemned this country.
Already, earth quakes and other attempts from God
to get our attention has failed. Thousands of dead
birds falling from the sky, didn't even rate the
front page, more than once.No one cares.

...Remember the cities God deleted?
He did it with fire and ash. The last time God
managed to get the attention of this country,
He did it with a dust bowl.

To Question
Is beauty in a lifeless stone
the image of a heart alone?
Or is it something you must feel
to see the things you think are real?
A Wonder.

Is what the artist had to say,
still life,that's living for a day?
Or is it something from within,
that lives inside the hearts of men?
A Wonder.

To ask is human and a form
of wonder for the things we mourn,
But is the portion we can see,
the life we form from memory?
A Wonder.

Cause even when all mankind knows;
it's not the question that he shows;
But in his heart it's what he sees,
that Jesus loves both you and me.
A Wonder.

For Jesus died upon the cross,
to show us truth, we had not lost.
It was His way to show us love,
from God forgotten from above.
A Wonder.

A sample of His caring touch,
He left to show, He loves you much;
by all the life that's on the earth,
the birds and such that knows His worth.
A Wonder.

For beauty has as beauty is,
God shows His love, to what is His.
A wonder is a precious right,
just knowing you are in His sight.
A Wonder.

Mother's Soup
Once, when I was just a boy,
my Mother made it plain;
No matter what you do in life,
bring Honor to your name.

To lie and cheat is easy,
but a time will always tell;
The day of final judgement,
It will get you sent to Hell.

A place where boiling supper,
is served in flaming bowls;
and glowing right beside them,
is the lying cheating souls.

We both know, you'll try your best,
to make me out a liar;
but you will find, no peace of mind,
when your butt's on fire.

The only way to warn a liar,
is catch him in the act;
then prove beyond all reason,
that now, his lie, is fact.

And as to all your cheating,
it counts double, don't you see?
Cause you must lie, to cause a cheat,
and then remember me.

I wish that you would listen,
and I hope you even try;
to live your life with honor,
at the judgement, you'll know why.

So take this as a warning,
you will reap just what you sow;
and don't complain about the soup,
just have another bowl.

Dream Daze
At the edge of creation, all covered with mist;
is a kingdom of love, that time must have missed.
A land of such beauty, where all have the right;
to see golden rainbows, of misty delight.

Time has not settled, or quickened its pace;
to find such a land, in this beautiful place.
A land of such beauty and meanings of bliss.
A land that is governed by true happiness.

Balanced by thought, at the edge of a stream;
this kingdom of love, is like living a dream.
A dream of such color, that sharpens the mind;
the shades are not faded, though efforts of time.

An empire of floral, that's floating in foam;
the dream of tomorrow, the kingdom calls home.
Floating on pads, that are anchored in place;
by strands of the timeless, of strenght and of grace.

To enter this kingdom, just follow your heart.
You'll never know, when the journey will start.
It might happen quickly, you might be alone;
It's called Peace of Mind, some call it their home.

Worth?
It's time to listen, hear it loud,
and try to read my lips;
The game of life is ending,
and it's time to count your chips.

If you can touch your values
and the feel is clammy cold;
It's time to rearrange your thoughts,
and feed your starving soul.

If all you crave, is me and mine,
your focus all on me;
Please follow for a moment's flash
and try your best to see.

The only things of value
that will make your soul complete;
Are mixed with love and sharing,
as you sow, so shall you reap.

So gather all your loving seeds
and plant them every day;
The love that feeds your hungry soul
is love you give away.

While you're gathering up your chips
and counting what you've won;
Your precious soul is all that's left,
until the game is done.

So if you want to live again,
be careful what you say;
The counting starts the day you die,
and lasts till judgement day.

Think!!
The young that want to get ahead
on this tall tree of life;
will find the limbs are far apart,
and slimed with grief and strife.

To climb the ladder that's nearby,
that's made by all your friends;
they smile and offer both their hands,
and help that never ends.

But those that hurry beyond help
and think of only me;
will stomp the heads of everyone
and climb to victory.

The ladder is the climb of choice,
the stairway's not complete;
the stay on top is sometimes short,
the fall is very steep.

But grab the ladder coming down,
and bless those helping hands;
they catch and slow the mighty fall
and soften where you land.

But you will miss the rungs you stomped,
the heads you used by force;
those rungs will cause an awful fall,
cause they'll be gone, of course.

So think about rewards you lose,
when falling to your grave;
It's not about the toys you won,
but love, you gave away.

Effort
The many times you try your best,
you find without a doubt;
Someone that sees your effort,
will come by and help you out.

These words were taught to children,
they were told of Heaven's dreams;
When God could teach the masses,
what He says is what He means.

Like loving one another,
even though it's hard to do;
The kind of love that listens,
even when they don't love you.

Like living truth with honor,
daring not to tell a lie;
Being scorned by many watchers,
who have lost the will to try.

Truth and trust are all but gone,
and no one saw them go;
The lies and cheats are everywhere
and no one tells them no.

Listen now and understand,
true love is meant to mend;
Friendship is not taken free,
for you must earn a friend.

So open up your heart a bit,
with hope of being heard;
The loving best a man can be,
is when he keeps his word.

Do You Hear?
I just don't want to hear it,
is the phrase most people say;
if I know not what I'm doing,
I'll get by on judgement day.

I just don't want to hear it,
is the devils battle hymn;
he trys to be so righteous,
but his middle name is sin.

Sometimes he makes you wonder,
with his money and his might;
if the Lord has done him dirty,
if he's really in the right.

But in truth, there is no question,
for he lies and steals and cheats;
It is from the blood of others,
that he gets the love he eats.

So depend on love from Jesus
and rely on Him alone.
You can trust the Son of God to be,
the friend that’s always home.

Chancy
If your soul was in your palm,
beneath the skin.
Would you worry where to put it,
when you sin?

Would you ask the Lord to hold it,
then come back and say He stole it;
being careful cause you know
the mood He's in?

Or would you run and hide,
with the devil keeping stride;
and relax your grip a little,
now and then?

And just knowing that it's chancy,
wear a glove that's clean and fancy;
then convince yourself with mercy,
I can win?

When the trumpet sounds for glory,
and your hands are blood and gory;
there's no time to get them clean,
or even pray.

Knowing well, the straight and narrow,
you will blame the other fellow;
when the time has come to face,
your judgement day.

While you're still among the living,
and the Good Lord still is giving;
now's the time to have Him wash it,
with His word.

For your soul just will not make it,
if you let the devil take it;
and then try to tell the Lord,
you haven't heard.

Christian Harvest
Daily life is like a painting,
every picture has its say.
Stored together for the showing
brought to life on judgement day.

Hope is mixed with every color,
mixed with love and tender care.
Every deed is shown in motion,
every smile and every prayer.

Evening mist is highly favored,
showing Grace from God above;
It's His way to show His Blessing,
to His Son that shares His love.

Painting daily takes an effort,
keeping colors blended light;
If mistakes are sometimes handy,
Jesus loves to make them right.

Brush the strokes with lightened shadows,
cast of gold to darkened brown;
Smiles of light with happy colors,
dimming to a cheerful frown.

Told of riches beyond reason,
happy now you're soon to be;
Open now your eyes for glory,
open wide for all to see.

Relax, enjoy and rest your spirit,
reap the harvest you have grown;
Nows the time to count your blessings,
now you meet the love you've sown.

Monkey's Uncle
It really makes you wonder
what the teachers say today.
Where do they get the reason
for confusing things they say?

They teach the fact of life to all
and prove without a doubt;
that monkeys are relation,
their creation helped us out.

They have opposing fingers
and the way their head is shaped;
against all bible teachings,
they still say we come from apes.

But questions rise before our eyes,
when did their life begin?
For God condemned whole tribes for sin,
Did monkeys come from men?

Twisted Wisdom
As it is written, without any doubt,
A Savior was sent, to seek the good out.
To help in the process, a statement was shown,
If you love the Savior, He'll build you a home.

A home that is flawless, of jewels and gold,
A land that is pure, where you never grow old.
The few that can differ, they try to live right,
Will be loved forever, with His righteous might.

But life is a puzzle that does let you down,
Do you hate with a smile, or love with a frown?
The words God told His Wise Men to write,
He told of His mercy,He told of His bite.

But man has decided in moments of glee,
He meant them for you, He didn't mean me.
The right was shown white, and the wrong colored black,
The line was drawn heavy, not shaded or slack.

Men have shown weakness and taught us to say,
We can't make wrong white, so we'll color it gray.
But look as you can and seek as you must,
God never said gray was a color to trust.

Man changed the meaning of love that is gay,
To mean things forbidden, a cool thing today.
Or cheating to cover our corporate greed,
We won't see the wrong if it covers our need.

Questions arise when wrong has it's say,
What color is white, if we shade it with gray?
Some people must twist, they must criticize,
They won't admit truth, in front of their eyes.

But they'll see the truth, be judged when they die,
You can't hide the truth, tho many will try.
His sermon shows guidance, the one on the mount,
His words are pure white, on that you can count.

Trial Question
If wrong and right was brought to light
and judged for all to see;
which side would win, then win again,
if wrong was misery.

It seems the line, that is so fine,
if drawn as God has taught;
The wrong would be, for all to see,
the loser lost and caught.

When I was raised and Christ was praised,
my Mother taught me well.
She taught me doubt would find you out,
and sinners went to hell.

But now it seems, with twisted dreams,
that truth is just a myth;
If you can show a doubt to know,
the truth is used to twist.

But right is there for those that care
and those that really try;
For Jesus gave, so He could save,
or did my Mother lie?

Pass-Key
Religion is a study of
the things man wants to see;
If it don't interfere with life,
and leaves the rest to me.

The churches teach and show the way,
to see God's Holy Face.
They change the rules to meet their needs,
depending on God's Grace.

Some even say, you sin no more,
for they have ways to know;
Their Grace from God is pass-key true,
to Heaven you will go.

Most teach to know of Jesus Christ,
is all you have to do;
But ask the question to yourself,
does Jesus Christ know you?

Remember this and seek His love,
to give to those that hate;
For Jesus is the only key,
that opens Heaven's Gate.

Untold Truth?
Is there a truth that can't be told?
A question asked by young and old.
But times have dimmed without a care,
don't be surprised if lies we share.

An honored man, a man of God,
that hears a lie, then gives a nod;
Is doing more than planting fear,
For God above, is standing near.

He thinks his God has made it law,
an untold truth will save us all;
A saying he can always win,
I know the Lord, I have no sin.

Your sins are gone, all washed away,
when Jesus comes inside to stay.
Your sin has gone, is true to say,
Iniquity, now has its day.

Look to the Lord, for He has said,
Iniquity, is hell unread.
A knowing sin is all it takes,
a devil's hug, your souls at stake.

For every breath we take, we share.
You are the one that asked Him there;
to force our Lord to sin and lust,
inside our heart, is black and rust.

Enjoy His love and wake to fact,
read your Bible and love Him back.
Then pray to God, and live to try,
An untold truth, is an untold lie.

Soft Touch
The common word for devils help
is luck, don't you agree?
Good luck is getting, right on time,
the things you want to see. .

But when you know your help is coming,
from the Lord above;
It's not the devil's luck at all,
but portions of God's love.. .

To pray and ask for others,
all the things you know they need;
but brag not when it happens,
God has planted you as seed. .

Praying is man's best defense,
from trouble and from strife;
Planting love is growing shown,
on this tall tree of life.. .

Believe in Jesus, then you'll see,
your problems will increase.
For satan's trying with his might,
to make your praying cease.

When he causes doubt and fear,
the devil knows he's winning;
and if he can, he'll try his best,
to make you think you're sinning.

Want and greed is all he needs,
to show his earthly power;
when you pray and give your love,
you're in your finest hour.

Jesus knows the times are bad,
the ones you're going through;
He gave us love and showed the way,
His grace and love are true.

Seven come eleven is the devil's
prayer for certain;
to hang before man's greedy face,
his earthly power curtain.

So when you hear someone rejoice
at making lucky seven;
just say you'll wait to have your luck,
the day you get to Heaven.

Wake Up!
(prose)
....I just made such a strong statement, it seems everyone is in shock. How does this lowly human think he has the right to go against today's common thought? What gives him the right to believe he can talk and listen to Jesus and His Father, God?

....It's okay for the believers on this earth to think, a chosen few get to talk to them. If you give enough to the church, you might even get to go to Heaven. Some even think, there is only one way to get to Heaven and that's with the help of a preacher. Most of today's churches have relaxed God's word to the extent, there is no longer a need to repent. They have also convinced themselves that works are a thing of the past. Most quote Paul and believe works is something that has no value.

....In the New Testament- A whole chapter is written about faith and works. The second chapter of James has been completely ignored.

....If you search the words He left, the Bible, you will find at least two meanings for everything written. The "Holy" people have taken over God's house and written their own rules... Now all you have to do is say you know who Jesus is, fill the offering plate, and don't worry. You are now on your way to Heaven.

....How about trying to wake up?

....Why don't you use common sense and reasoning? Why would God come to this earth in the form of His Son, to give humans the right to live again, and then make it so easy to do?

.....God gave His Son to die on the cross, so His Son can live inside you. You see, it's really very simple. It's one on one. No other way will do.

....I am not trying to tell you about religion. I am telling you how to meet Jesus. Religion is merely a lifetime study of something no one seems to understand.

.....If you want to meet Jesus, you must have good intentions and be willing to live for goodness. Ask Him in, talk to Him inside yourself, and believe He's there. It's called being saved.

.....Now, you've ask Him in. Do you think God would put His Son inside your heart, and make Him mute? Not hardly. Some (most?) people think the voice you hear inside yourself is your conscience. Granted. That is what it is called, so it can be explained.

....After you have Jesus inside your heart, you must use His name to talk to His Father. You must ask His Father to put His Son's voice inside you, so you can hear Him. Then believe it. Jesus says in the Bible,"My Sheep Know My Voice." That is when doubt comes in. When you hear the voice of Jesus, you can't doubt it. You must believe. As long as you are seeking Jesus or the voice of Jesus, you are covered by God's Grace.

....I know what the problems of doubt are. Over the years, I have had doubt many times, but Jesus has always been there for me. When you believe in Jesus and His Father, your problems are not over. They are just beginning. When you believe in Jesus, you must also believe, the devil is very real. He will try in every way to spoil your belief. Then you must remember, you are no longer alone.

The Guide
Wise men named this thing we do,
It's called the tree of life.
But all the growing I have done,
has led to endless strife.

The picture I have, of this life,
has taken time and will;
the tree of life that I have seen,
lives on a great big hill.

The climb I started, way to late,
for shadows cross the path;
sometimes to find the right way up,
I look and then I ask.

As time is passing quickly on
and hardships block the way;
the hardships stand like great big rocks,
I climb them every day.

Sometimes the other climbers help,
but they are busy to;
ducking rocks and climbing higher,
for a better view.

But then one day a stranger spoke,
then motioned me aside;
He told me of a better path,
if I could lose my pride.

If you can follow in my steps
and not once look around;
If you do, we'll make this trip,
before the sun goes down.

He hadn't made two dozen steps
and I was left behind;
the rage I felt was hate itself,
self pity on my mind.

It wasn't long, I stopped to rest,
His detour was a bust;
He'd offered help and ran away,
a stranger you can't trust.

When daylight came, I followed on,
and searched with all my might;
to find the hidden path he took,
and hoped I found it right.

Then I was filled with happiness,
his promise he had kept;
for flowers grew in every place,
the stranger took a step.

Nitty Gritty
To withdraw from Bible teaching
when you hear His chosen preaching;
is the crime of people lost,
that know the way.

Just don't think to get to Heaven
you can throw a lucky seven;
cause on judgement day,
the truth will have its say.

Tho you just can't seem to buy it
and to scared of death to try it;
here and now's the time and place,
to lose the devil.

It's not what you must fear
that brings the Lord so near;
It's truth to tell,
if you are on the level.

The choice that God has given
to this world of fancy livin,
is a life to live again,
in time to come.

Jesus loved and helped the others
but some people have their druthers;
and the race they do not try,
can not be won.

So put down your liquor drinking
for it has your breath a stinking,
and enjoy no more your thrill,
of nasty habits.

All your rolling in the clover
and your fancy body odor;
is offending to the name,
of nature's rabbits.

No one's perfect you will say
as the devil has his day;
many tried and many failed,
or so I'm told.

You can quit your Bible pounding
for the devils you are drowning;
are the ones you always get,
when you are old.

But the eyes were made for seeing
and to see the devil fleeing;
is a joy for all the righteous,
and the true.

If it's on your toes I'm trodding
it's the truth that needs a prodding,
for this message, it was written,
just for you.

The Seed
People that crave all the thrills of this life,
will do anything, for the money;
Like a bear sure enough, with hunger and wants,
will die for a jar, full of honey.

Said the men of old, the men that had wisdom,
that lived so long ago;
This life is not over, It's not even started,
It's but a seed we sow.

If the seed has a portion of all that is lovely,
the righteous who plant it, will weep;
For bad is the taste, of the fruit of this life,
if the seed we don't plant it, we eat.

So remember the bear and try if you will,
to open your eyes, just a moment;
This life is the jar, or the seed that we plant,
the honey we crave, but don't own it.

Wisdom
If you think you know it all,
catch the next star, you see fall;
being thankful as you handle it with care.
It's an ash that God has given,
to this world, with all its wisdom;
to say it won't be long till I am there.

The Given Light
The light that shines through Heaven’s door
is pure in every way.
It's not confused by reason
or the things some people say.

To stand in light so pure and bright,
is everybody's dreams;
But all that try to please themselves,
just don't know what it means.

To give it all, is just a part of giving,
don't you see?
For Jesus gave until He died,
He did not think of "Me".

With Grace from God and all that's true,
we'll have a great tomorrow;
But those that stop to think of "Me",
will find they have much sorrow.

As you sow, so shall you reap,
is God's most given right.
Just trust in Him, and try your best,
you'll see His precious light.

To help the poor and those that need,
will bring you much, and more.
Your helping will insure a place,
inside of Heaven's door.

The Reply
There once was a boy
that wanted to see,
the world by and large
from the top of a tree.

He climbed all the way
to the limbs that were small,
he couldn't climb higher,
for fear of a fall.

"Father?" he asked
as he started back down,
"Know a way here on earth
to make those limbs sound?"

"Son," he replied
with a tear in his eye,
"if you push God to far,
you surely will die."

"The top, as you know,
is made of limbs smaller.
To balance the rest,
so it can grow taller."

"Created for man,
both the old and the young,
the trees are a blessing,
a song to be sung."

"For a man to view
the sights from above;
he must give of his all,
and his all must be love."

"The people that try
to climb to the top,
just find on their way,
there's no place to stop."

"The top, it stays limber
and bends to the ground,
the bottom is up
and the up part is down."

"The view from the top
is not worth it, you see?
It's all upside down
and it's all misery."

"The higher a man
can climb in his eyes,
is his sight from down under,
the moment he dies."

"So stay on the ground
and view trees with care,
when we go with Jesus,
we'll see from up there."

Loves Melody
Real love can't be discribed in words,
but listen closely to the birds.
Some try, but have no voice at all,
for some just quack and others caw.

But birds that sing of Jesus love,
are birds of blessing from above.
They sing to Jesus every day,
in words us mortals can not say.

The songs they sing have different sounds,
and listen how their love abounds.
For never has a note been heard,
that was not perfect from a bird.

They grumble when it's raining hard,
or even quarrel when they're tired.
But when they sing in notes so true,
just listen as they talk to you.

For Jesus lives inside us all,
He's waiting for your need and call.
Remember when you hear birds sing,
It's God, He's offering everything.

A Rose
If man could tell the beauty, of a rose.
Without the cunning senses, of his nose.
He would notice, first of all,
petals come and petals fall;
The beauty comes from nothing, then it goes.

To enjoy the precious story, they could tell.
Of three long days that Jesus, spent in Hell.
You must first enjoy the feeling,
When He went, that He was knelling;
For the Grace of God, His Father, taught Him well.

The color is the center, of His heart.
He knew the test was coming, from the start.
Now, the devil tried to say,
You will suffer most today;
But he didn't know that God was there in part.

Then the devil made his move, to take command.
He tried his very best, to break the man.
But Dear Jesus put His trust,
And He found this part a must;
In the morning, He would see the promised land.

Then the devil lost his power, don't you see?
Tho the rulers of the darkness, danced in glee.
What they really didn't know,
Was that God, who loved Him so;
Had entrusted Him with knowledge, and the Key.

So remember as you live, for me and mine.
You are letting Jesus die, upon the vine.
Give your love to Dad and Mother,
Trust in Jesus and no other;
Then the beauty of the rose, will come in time.

The Honor of His death, is plain to say.
Every man will hear the trumpet, on his day.
If you live, as He has shown,
Grace from Jesus will be known;
But to seek and find the glory, you must pray.

The tree of life is hollow, as it grows.
The blood of Jesus fills it, as it flows.
The Grace from God is pure,
You will find as you endure;
From the sin and shame of satan, He A Rose.