Spring
May 10, 1968
Bare limbs
gaining a Robe of emerald petals. Christ
is glorified.
Ignominy
Sept 10, 1968
Nature mourns the death
Of Christ by stripping herself Naked in
disgrace.
The Navigator
Sep 18, 1970
Our souls are like ships
Lost in a squall until we Let Christ take the
wheel.
If He Came Today
Jul 24, 1975
If our dear Lord Jesus came
today, Can you tell me what you would say?
Would you be singing praises to His name Or
hanging your head in sinful shame?
REFRAIN
Where
would He find you if He came In the church
choir or a poker game? Would you be singing a
Gospel song Or sneaking in from cheating all
night long?
Would you be teaching Sunday
School Or lying on your face a drunken fool?
Would you be spending money on shady fun Or
helping missionaries tell of the Son?
Refrain
I do not sing this song to judge
But from His Word, God will not budge. To be
redeemed on that glorious day Belief in
Christ is the only way!
Remember no
matter what a man earns He will not buy
salvation when the Lord returns! Brother,
listen to what I say Live like He is coming
today!
Refrain full one time then Refrain
fade out
Look and Live Dec
15, 1975
You laugh and mock and fail to
see That Jesus the Saviour can set you free.
I know who has caused your life to be so dark
And has given you such a stone cold heart!
I know you cannot see sin's heavy chain
And what has caused you so much pain. Satan
has blinded your heart and mind So you cannot
feel Christ's love Divine!
Brother, I
have been there and I know How sin and shame
can bring you low. I have felt the weight of
the shackles of sin And know that alone you
will never win!
I stand before you with
tear my eyes And mourn as in sin each of you
dies! The Lord knows my heart full well
That, I would gladly take your place in Hell!
Praise God that none of us need be there,
If, we submit to Christ's sweet care! Confess
your sins and then repent! Accept the Saviour
God has sent!
Our sins from our record He
will negate, Then, we will be allowed past
Heaven's gate! Our works would only lead us
to Hell! Accept the gift that will make you
well!
Take God's gift of love, it is
free! It will open your eyes that you may see
That only through Faith by Grace Will any be
saved from this sinful race!
Who
Put You There? January 30, 1976
My Lord, Who put you there; Nailed between
the earth and air? Who caused you blood to
flow so free Upon the ground from that
man-made tree?
Upon your head is a thorny
crown. Why do you not plead to be let down?
Lord, answer me, I really care! Tell me,
Lord, who put you there?
Now I know why
you did not fight! My eyes now see Thy Holy
Light! O Son of God, Thy blood did spill
To pay in full sin's costly bill!
The
cross is the road that You have paved So a
sinner might be saved! My God and Saviour, I
finally see Who put you there was really me!
The Holy
Spirit April 3, 1976
Thank you,
Father, for the Holy Ghost! He is a gift of
which I cannot boast. I did not earn Him for
He was given in love From a righteous,
merciful God above!
He does not speak of
any glory of His own. He lives to insure that
Christ's glory is shown. Christ had to die to
set me free Then ascend into Heaven to send
Him to me.
He dwells within me night and
day And guides me on the righteous way. He
convicts me of any sin into which I might slip
So I can confess and remain in fellowship.
He encourages me as my life onward turns
And seals me until my Lord's return! He is a
gift that is often kept me from ruination. He
has been with me since the day of my salvation!
This gift can be your, there is no
limitation. It is designed for all from any
nation. Accept Christ now so you may live
The Holy Spirit unto you, He will give!
Love Thou Reproof April 16, 1976
My son, if I spared the correction rod
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Please, do not now my measures rate. Wait,
until you pass through Heaven's gate.
I
do not wish to rule you with iron hand. I
desire to make you wise so you may stand
Against all the evil life's sea sends forth
And someday stand on Heaven's wharf.
Love
thou reproof and always desire to find Wisdom
that is pure from a source Divine. As a
sailor needs a compass and chart, Your search
will fail without Christ in your heart.
Secular knowledge soon fades into useless
obscurity. What is rooted in Christ blossoms
in eternity. Love not this world and be not
led astray. Allow the Spirit to guide you in
the righteous way.
Be not foolish and
dislike correction. Allow God to give you His
perfect direction. He is my Father and in
love chastises me too. Should I love you less
or do the same for you?
Read Proverbs
23:12-16 & Proverbs 22:6
MORE THAN YOU
".... if thou beatest him with a rod he
shall not die." Proverbs 23:13
How often
have you told your children, "This is going to
hurt me more than it will you?" My wife has told
me that she is often to the point of tears when
the children cry after some punishment she has
inflicted. I also felt this way for awhile.
In fact, I was more angry at the idea of having
to punish them than for what they did wrong.
I had always heard the statement, "Spare the rod
and spoil the child." It never really meant much
until after my conversion and I read Proverbs
and realized that God was telling me to do this
and not some backyard philosopher. We say, "God
said it. I believe it. That settles it for me."
Do we always practice it? If you do not
discipline your children then, you might as well
dedicate them to Satan rather than God.
Dedication without follow up is useless. God is
the God of order and Satan the Father of
anarchy. Unless law is enforced, it is
ineffective and anarchy reigns. Discipline is
nothing less than (loving) law enforcement.
Often have I been thankful that God took "a rod"
to me. It brought me back to the straight
and narrow. If He loves us enough to discipline
us, then should we and can we love our children
any less?
My Son, if I spared the correction rod,
The paths of sin you would surely trod.
Do not now my measures rate.
Wait until you are past Heaven's gate.
RES
THOT: You will grieve for them
TOMORROW, if you do not teach them TODAY!
Aftermath
May 13, 1976
The gray clouds disperse.
Leaves sparkling like diamonds. God's promise
appears.
May 13, 1976 The Plasma of
Salvation
My soul was bleeding To
death 'til Christ pumped His Blood into my
heart.
Relief
May 13, 1976
Jesus, please save me!
Rid me of all the burdens My shoulders must
bear!
Pre-Rapture
Meditations May 18, 1976
The day
is growing quickly near, When I will leave
this earth so drear. I will be engulfed
completely by His sweet love In that glorious
home somewhere above.
For twenty two
dismal years His love and law, I spurned Then
my Lord Jesus saved me from the Hell, I had
earned. I could not love Him or look Him in
the face If not for His blood and matchless
grace.
I search my flesh and in it find
no speck of good But, I know He saved me
because He said He would. Any righteousness I
may have is not really mine, It is the life
that comes from the Everlasting Vine.
My
finite mind cannot begin to comprehend A love
for me that is without end. No one could even
begin His portrait to draw For in comparison
to His glory it would be a childish scrawl.
I am only a sinner saved by grace. Look
not to me, as I still run the race. Rather
look to Jesus Christ instead For it is He who
has risen from the dead.
I still trip,
stumble and fall. Only He is conqueror over
all. He has elected me because I believed
And from my burden of sin I am relieved.
He is coming soon to receive His own unto
Himself And take His judgment vials from off
the shelf. He will pour out His wrath on all
Mankind Because, they desired to be
spiritually blind.
You can escape this
dreadful curse And the sentence to Hell,
which is far worse. Believe in your heart
that Jesus is the Saviour God sent. Ask Him
to save you; confess and repent.
It is
easy to be saved, so do it today. To enter
Heaven, Christ is the only way. Tomorrow He
may take us in the wink of an eye And, I will
be gone before you say "Good-
Why
Condemn the Innocent? June 11, 1976
How often have you heard about Him
Through someone voicing their frustrated whim?
You hear His name throughout the day More
often than not in a disgracing way.
He's
very popular among the throng. They blame Him
for everything that's wrong. When they are
upset you will hear their voices ring, As
they call upon Him to curse most anything.
Why do they feel so downright content To
condemn without trial the innocent? They will
take His name vainly and not even pause. Why
do they hate Him without a cause?
They
fail to see that Satan causes their strife
And that only Jesus Christ can give them life.
He left His peaceful Heavenly throne So He
could make sinners His own.
They know,
that in all of the Eastern culture lands, To
speak against Buddha is to take your life in
your hands. Why they speak against Christ,
who made this land free, Or why Christians
allow it is strange to me.
They laugh
now, but I know full well They will not laugh
when they burn in Hell. He loves them and He
is pleading, accept, repent And stop
condemning the innocent!
Sharing
July 11, 1976
In our youth, everything
was shared by me and you; Not only our
possessions, but what we'd think and do. We
shared the secret that Daddy was really Santa
Claus And a tricycle was our joy despite how
beat up it was.
Our minds were one when
we built our castle with a moat. There was
nothing we would not share from a frog to a new
boat. We shared the money we earned from
lawns that we would rake. Then came our first
true loves and we shared our first heartbreak.
However, things have changed since we have
grown, Even though we still share the things
we own. Of such a friendship no one else
could boast, Yet, things get cool when I
share that which I love the most.
I have
found the truth and it has set me free. So I
want share with you what Jesus has done for me.
We talked of each other as brothers ever since
we were boys But, without the love of Jesus
that talk is a lot of noise.
Believe on
Jesus and be saved so brothers we'll truly be.
A brotherhood that will not fade but will grow
eternally. Just think of it, we will no
longer be two but three. With Jesus as our
oldest, how blessed we would be!
I love
you so much more than those distant years ago
And my heart's yearning for you only God can
really know. After all these years of sharing
joy with you, my friend, Did you think I
would not want to share joy that has no end?
Giving
August 3, 1976
O Lord, teach me how to
give My heart and soul that I might live.
You seek gifts that are precious and rare. I
only give what I feel I ought or dare.
I
will give you all of my possessions that lie
upon the shelf. I will hesitate and question
before I give of myself. Good works I'll give
you both day and night. What you desire is a
heart broken and contrite.
I love you,
Jesus, I really do And your loving favor I
wish to woo. You saved me by Thy loving
grace. Teach me how to run the race.
Your gift is for each and all everywhere.
Please teach me, Lord, so I may share. I now
have life, yet I cannot really live Until my
Lord, I learn how to give.
The
Pentecostal Power Is Not Pentecostal Nov
19, 1977
I'm not Pentecostal, but I have
the power of Pentecost. I know I have it
because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my Friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never
spoke in tongues or healed, But Praise God
I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
He saved me because I believe And He promised
to never leave. If it were by feelings, you
know that I'm often low And were I to die in
that moment, to Hell I surely would go!
Paul wrote to Corinth to tell of their sin,
But he spoke to them as brothers not as souls he
had to win! They had all the gifts, not one
did they lack, Yet evidently, spiritually,
they had slid back!
Thank God, I'm saved
by grace Not by how I run the race.
Rewards to gain or rewards to lose That's up
to me to choose.
Often in the dark, I
stumble And to my Lord I grumble. Many
battles I have lost and trembled in my shoes.
Still, once I 'm saved my soul I'll never lose.
Jesus promised the Comforter forever And
that He'd leave me never. No matter how I'm
headed or where He'll already be waiting when
I get there.
I'm not Pentecostal, but I
have the power of Pentecost. I know I have it
because He'd not give His Spirit to the lost.
No, my friend, I'm not Pentecostal, I've never
spoke in tongues or healed, But Praise
God, I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
HE IS NOT HERE! Easter 1978
The cross is now bare, But He was
there. He gave His life upon that tree So
He might save from sin both you and me. He
arose and now sits there above Longing to
give us His sweet love!
A Paid Lover?
May 17, 1980
Do I praise only
when the sun's not under cover? Do alleluias
come only when the waves of blessing roll? Oh
God, am I just a well paid lover Or do I love
you from the depth of my soul?
The skies
often grow black and life is so cold. No
beams of love I perceive. Does then my
Christian testimony remain bold Or do I,
alone, in bitter silence grieve?
The
tender words of a well paid lover, Is this
what the Master truly desires? No, not ones
who around the paymaster hover, But those
whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job,
your love was certainly tried, Your soul
sifted and doom your only cover. From the
Bible's pages, God hast cried, "You're not
well paid, but truly my lover!"
Yes, God
poured out gifts from above And gave you more
than you had at the start. These were not
wages. They were tokens of love To the one
who always loved God from his heart.
In
my testings and trials that often abound,
When there is no sense of peace from above,
O, then in such a state let my heart be found
That when Satan screams, "Paid, Paid!", I
whisper, "Love."
Jesus Loves
Me, Anyway! Mar 7, 1983
Lord, when I was a sinner, You know that I
wasn't a winner. Now, I'm trying to quit my
sinnin' And I still ain't good at winnin'.
I shed my good old Air Force blue To
spend my life serving you And telling folks
about your son, But your people said, I was
too young!
We've gone and replaced worn
out knees For a wall full of paper and
degrees. They would have even had the nerve
To tell old Peter that he couldn't serve.
You've got to have been preaching twenty
years And know just how to tickle their ears.
It doesn't matter how hot your heart may burn,
Because they'll never give you the chance to
learn.
Well, you know I'm feeling pretty
sad And fighting the urge to turn bad.
When they won't let you do what you should,
You wonder, why even bother to be good!
Now that my GI career is done And job hunting
is just no fun, Lord, I don't know what I'd
do, If you didn't love me like you do.
You never said, life would be an easy sail
And that I would never fail. Just give me the
strength for what I must do, As I turn it all
over to you!
UNLESS May 5,
1983
Life is nothing but grabbing for
dollars. There is no God or Hell or so say
the scholars. A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a
grave, That is all there is unless Jesus will
save.
I must sing, dance, and definitely
get high, Since this is it, there is no by
and by. If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do
rather well. There is just one rub, what if
there is a Hell?
I have studied Rousseau,
Kant, and Descartes, you see, So what is this
crucified Saviour to me? I have got money to
burn and fine wine to quaff, But, what if
this resurrection thing is not a laugh?
I
have followed Buddha, Mohammed, and done yoga
awhile, But being a repentant sinner is just
not my style! After all, a gasp, a giggle, a
gurgle, a grave That is all there is unless
Jesus does save.
America's
Victory July 4, 1987
San Juan
Hill, Ardennes, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, The
Tet, From mounted horse and saber, to A bomb
and supersonic jet. Our country's freedom has
been challenged time and again. Many seas and
lands have been bloodied by patriotic men.
The sometimes tattered but cherished cloth
of stars and bars, Symbolizes the firm belief
that the people rule, not Kings or Czars!
From the shot heard round the world of Concord's
ragged band To the steamy unpopular jungles
of South Viet Nam's land.
Each time
tyranny knocked at the Republic's wall,
Thousands have risen to answer Freedom's call.
Though often from those brave men life itself
was torn, They knew that it was better to die
free than live under slavery's scorn.
Yet, who has really won the glorious victories
of this land? They were men of prayer and
faith with Bibles in their hands. While men
of duty are needed and the desire to be free,
There is no true freedom save at the foot of
Calvary's tree.
Soldiers will falter and
weapons will fail. Only faith in Christ will
weather every gale. Oh, America, Land that I
love, may it ever be said of thee That you're
a nation under God, then forever you will be
free!
CHAPLAIN CADENCE
John 3:16 promises a heavenly trip If I
believe on him with my heart and my lip.
Gonna take my Bible in my hand And start my
trip towards the Promised Land. The Cross
before me and the world behind. Gonna take
the Gospel to all mankind. Jesus, Jesus I
believe That for my sins you did bleed.
When the Devil tells me there's a sin I need
I fall on my knees, God's power to receive.
Hey, Hey, all the way! Live for Jesus
everyday!
Measures
Apr 28,91
This old life is short on love
and awful long on pain. For just a little
rainbow, we endure a torrent of rain. We
laugh so briefly and seem to forever sigh and
moan. Warm love is shared for only seconds,
while for years we cry alone.
The dreams
of youth flash so quickly by. Nightmares of
old age haunt us till we die. At twelve, life
seemed to go eternally on. At forty, we see
it all too soon is gone.
A thimble of
error yields buckets of guilt. On one brick
of sin is a house of horror built. A few
cents of folly brings a wealth of shame. One
slip from the narrow way can leave us ever lame.
Oh, that we may learn from life's measures
To be careful what we value in our hearts as
treasures. It is agony to awake one day when
old, To find all we possess is only fool's
gold.
STAND FAST
Apr 28 1992
When life gets bizarre and
you're feeling mighty tense. Remember Grace
is God's Rices At Christ's Expense. When
temptations abound and you are weak in the
knees, Take hold of the promises and stand
fast in your liberties.
Times can get
tough and into sin you may fall. Confess it
and rejoice that you are free from the law.
Burdens may get heavy and you will not feel very
blest. Take His yoke upon you and in Him
learn to rest.
When Satan laughs in your
face and you want him to flee, Plant your
feet on the Rock and shout, "Christ liveth in
me!" Take the offensive! Use the Sword and
the Shield! Put on the full armor of God and
never, never yield!
Some preach Christ,
in truth, and others to cause strife. Some
just like to play God in your life! Ignore
the doctrines of men, no matter what their
degree! Gird on the Truth, for it has made
you free!
The Poor Boy
Can't Survive Oct 25, 1992
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging
low, A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The job's no good, his home life's bad, He
lost the best friend he ever had.
Everyone has rights, he's got his, too
Although he'd never know it by talkin' to you.
He listens to all the junk, you have to say,
But if he speaks his mind there's Hell to pay!
REFRAIN: The poor boy can't survive,
no sense bein' alive.
The poor boy can't survive.
He's a
college grad and a veteran of Nam, Still he's
got no respect for himself as a man. The only
job he could get was for minimum wage. He
just can't stop the inner rage.
The
alcohol doesn't help him pull through. The
only pride he has is in the Red, White, and
Blue. He just can't provide for his child and
wife. The pain's too much so tonight he'll
take his life.
REFRAIN: He's done
all he can, there's more he can do.
Guess it's time to bid this world adieu!
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go. The
phone starts to ring. There's a man on the line
Saying Son, I've got a message for you, that's
Divine!
Jesus died for you. You
know that's true. He's standing there
reaching, waiting to save you. He's sitting
on the bed, his head hanging low, With tears
in his eyes, he gives God his soul.
REFRAIN: With Jesus, the poor boy can
survive! Thank God, He is alive!
With Jesus, he can survive!
(Sung to the
tune of A Country Boy Can Survive)
Turn Out The
Lights Mar 25, 1993
Pain
so bad it bends you over. Turn out the
lights, the party's over. Forty years old, my
life's barely a flash. Worried to much about
earning cash.
The kids are raised, that
makes it better. Wish I had taken time to
write that letter. Yesterday, every was cool.
Worried about retirement, what a fool.
Two more years to pay off the old car. Funny,
it doesn't matter as they wheel you into ER.
Pain's getting worse, it's harder to breathe.
Guess I should have taken more annual leave.
Wished I'd done things different, looking
back. Must be sleeping, peering into black.
I feel a thud and jolt as I start to shake. A
heck of a way to get a guy awake.
It's
over now, I feel a little chill. They must
have given me a sleeping pill. Then wham,
there's a blinding light. Must still be ER,
everyone's dressed in white.
Man, I feel
better than I've felt in my whole life. With
a smile, I look around for my wife. Then it
dawns on me, Man, I'm dead. This is where my
life story will be read.
There's a flash
of hope, but a crush of despair. I feel it is
not at all well I will fare. I remember my
sins. I remember them all. Then a stately
figure my name does call.
I move slowly
towards Him. I cannot look in His face.
I feel like the lowest scum of the human race.
He sighs and shakes His head as He reviews my
works. Why did I have to be the King of the
Jerks?
He speaks, and says, "There's not
much you did well There are much better men
already in Hell. There's church attendance
and service, I'll give you that. But when it
comes to righteousness, you fell severely flat."
I confessed that I lost most of my battles
with sin And know by works, Heaven I could
never win. My only plea, my only hope against
eternal loss Is that Your Son died for me on
an old rugged cross.
The record should
show that on April 6th, 1975, I believed that
Jesus was dead, but now is alive. I asked for
His righteousness and He promised to take my
sin. That is my only hope of Your gates to
enter in.
I looked to my right and there
stood the Lamb. He had come to my side and
took me by the hand. He confirmed that I was
His sheep that had strayed. He stretched out
His hands and said, "By these wounds, his debts
are paid."
I fell to my knees and
wept and confessed. He said, "Weep no more,
you're forgiven and blessed. You became my
adopted child, on that April day. I was
beside you even when you would stray."
There was another flash of light. I heard
voices yelling with all their might. "He's
back. He's back.", someone said in a tone of
prayer. I was confused and wondered if I was
really there.
Later, in my room, I spoke
not a word. I pondered the things that had
occurred. I know I did not die or I would not
be back. God just knew how to get me back on
the right track.
I was given a vision to
confirm I was a son And that I could not undo
what I had done. A new life was given to me
and new sight, too. I now walk with a
different point of view.
Money is fine,
if kept in its proper place. However, it's
not what is truly valuable to the human race.
All the things we do to keep from being bored
Will count very little when we see the Lord.
It is not often, you get to start twice.
This time, let it not be me who lives, but
Christ. Grant me the grace that I may not
fail That I may look forward to when through
the clouds I'll sail.
You have given me a
brand new race. Lord, let me not your name
disgrace. I want to be able to look in Your
face And run to receive Your loving embrace.
GO!
April 2, 1993
Unto
the slaves of sin and woe Our Lord God has
commanded us to go. The Lord said go and you
haven't left yet? You say that it is raining
and you might get wet?
You say that the
wind is raging and cold. Just leave it to the
young, as you are too old. I can't believe
what meets my ears. It's enough to bring
angels to tears.
Did Jesus say, it's warm
in my bed Or wait until by belly is fed?
He could have said, maybe some other day or
time. You know I work hard and have to play
some time.
It's not the Father's will
that any be lost. He paid the price, but we
will not bear the cost Of saying no to our
flesh and say it, our sin To find that lost
and dying soul to win.
We have our pride.
They might say no. The commandment just tells
us to go. Not all will believe, call out, and
repent. Most often people killed the prophets
God sent.
Someone told you, a friend or
some kin, Or into this family you would have
never gotten in. You take for the granted the
gift from above. You've forgotten the purpose
of Calvary's love.
If this old world is
looking rather bleak and drear, It's because
you've forgotten who you are and why you are
here. Renew your commitment to the One who
saved your soul, Then heed the commandment,
don't stand there, GO!
Rejoice
June 27, 1993
When
I'm lying on my dyin' bed Shed no sorrowing
tears for me. I've been feeding on the Living
Bread And He'll take care of me.
I've
been drinking from that Heavenly flow That
knows no Earthly end. The Holy Spirit
speaking to my soul, Says I'll be in Heaven,
my friend.
It matters not whether we're
young or old When we pass from this temporal
way. As long as we walk those streets of gold
In God's bright eternal day.
Because of
old Calvary's tree, I'll see the one who died
for me. So sing the songs of victory And
rejoice when I am free!
Bema
October 20, 1993
I sought
to be carried to God on flowery beds of ease.
Now, I kneel before Him upon fearful trembling
knees. Others gaze upon His glorious face
while I can only look down. My life lies
before me in ashes I can give Him no crown.
There were those who called me to the
Heavenly fight, But I thought it enough to be
saved by Gospel light. I lived to satisfy my
every selfish whim. No sacrifice did I ever
make for Him.
I struggled for just a
little more ease and gold. I never sensed how
my heart had grown cold. Doing what I
pleased; playing it safe with my life. I
never felt the sting of persecution or strife.
If Christianity would have been a punishable
crime, There would have not been enough
evidence for me to do time. Yes, I appeared
at the church house now and then And sang
about Jesus as my Savior and Friend.
All
I cared about is destroyed and gone. I cannot
sing sweet Zion's song. Saved and forgiven, I
shall not be lost, But no joy abounding since
I did not count the cost.
I thought it
would not matter when I got here. After all,
did He not promise to dry every tear. If only
I'd thought of the sorrow I now see in His face
I would have run a much more faithful race.
Be careful, my brethren of how you live
Or only wood, hay, and stubble will you be able
to give To the One who redeemed you by His
grace And you too will see tears upon His
face.
Branded
Nov 22, 1993
Like a
wild mustang on the range, I roamed life
without a plan. Christians seemed to be so
strange. I swore I'd never wear that brand.
No one could put a saddle on me. Many
tried, but they ended up in the dust. I was
wild and I thought I was free. Never did I
see the chains of sin and lust.
Then one
day the Master found me starving on the plain.
I saw love in His eyes and peace in His face.
I couldn't resist, my heart had such pain. I
quietly let Him rope my neck with Grace.
He touched me with a nail scarred hand. A
drop of His blood totally cleansed me. I now
wear the old Rugged Cross Brand. My chains
are gone and I am truly free.
Satan had
rustled and branded me with sin. He deceived
me into thinking I had a good deal. His venom
wasted this man from within And placed on my
soul his Hellish seal.
Let Jesus bring
you back to His Salvation Ranch. He'll give
you a reason to lift up a joyful hand. Don't
pass up what could be your last chance To
wear that blessed old Rugged Cross Brand.
The Light of
Death May 14, 1994
The
Crusader lies vanquished in the dust With his
sword broken and armor covered with rust. His
heart once burned with fervor for the right.
Now, it lays in ashes in the stone cold night.
He wanted to champion every cause no matter
what the cost. Yet, in the end, it was only
he, who was lost. It was no opponent that
finally laid him low, But the realization
that he was the dastardly foe.
He had
answered the call and strapped on the armor of
God. He set off on the path where the saints
had trod. He firmly gripped his sword and
took his stand. He sought to drive the Devil
from the land.
Though they threatened and
mocked, he never felt any shame. He was
prepared to take it all for Jesus' precious
name. How heavy was his grief to find that he
had been deceived And that all along, he was
the Devil's seed.
It took a whirlwind and
light from God To break through the
Crusader's facade. The Light of Life his
death did bring. The songs of Zion he could
no longer sing.
Now naked before his God
he bows, Remembering all his broken vows.
He pleads for mercy, but he knows full well
He is deserving of damnation and Hell.
He
trembles as his King raises the Sword in His
hand. Then the Son comes between them on the
judgement stand. He shows the King His
wounded hands and side. Tenderly, He says,
"It was for the Crusader that I died."
He
turns and takes the Crusader into His embrace,
Puts a ring on his finger and wipes the tears
from his face. He gives him a shield, sword,
and armor more glorious than before. He says,
"My blood has saved and purified. Go and sin no
more."
The Crusader bows again crying
tears of joy. His heart is full of love
without alloy. Now, indeed, he walks where
the saints have trod Because the light of
His death has brought him home to God.
Saint or
Sinner? Aug 17,1991
Lord, I'm not
sure what I am or what I ain't. Am I a saint
playing sinner or a sinner playing saint? I
love your truth, but I am not good at obeying,
as you know. I can run with the sinners, but
feel guilty when I go.
Some of the things
I crave are sin, and Lord, I know it, But
deep within me there is a voice yelling, "Go for
it!" I love to sing the hymns and feel at
home when I preach, But temptation is just to
strong when sin is within easy reach.
Saints or sinners welcome me; to their parties I
give life. Trying to be holy with either only
leads to stress and strife. With a squirt gun
I'd have charged Hell at just a word from you,
But from both sides of the Cross I was beaten
black and blue.
I wanted to be perfect,
loyal, brave, and strong, But each time I
quoted You, my brothers said I was wrong. I
sought to spread the Word from Revelation back
to Moses, But neither saints nor sinners
could handle very large doses.
So I
became discouraged and felt I could not ever
win. What else could I do, if you didn't want
me, but return to sin? My life is deep
depression and a dark, lonely night. I want
to come back to You, but I can't find the path
of light.
Lord, I feel as helpless as the
thief upon the cross. I can't change my
situation and struggling is just more loss.
Jesus, like him, I can only make this request of
You. In Your kingdom, remember me and let me
live there, too.
Astray
Aug 1, 1994
They sing, "Farther along
we'll understand." Oh, how I wish I'd been a
holy man, But I wandered so far astray Now
all I can see is Judgment Day.
I fell on
my knees and begged for Your grace, Then
turned around and spat in Your face. I walked
along in my foolish will, Now I fear that old
Boot Hill.
There is a way that seems so
right Even though it leads to death's dark
night. How could I have been so wrong? All
I'm left is a mourning song.
I knew it
all. I was so damn smart When I should have
been singing, "My God, How great Thou art!"
It's a long hard road to that field of stone.
Lord, you know I can't face that alone.
God knows I can't undo the things I've done.
I can only cling to the Cross of His Son.
God, please look down below And save my sin
weary soul.
To some here, I don't rate.
Some think I'm just great. Jesus, you know I
know That my ratings don't count here below.
I'm in trouble, a major jam If I'm not
bought by the Blood of the Lamb. Jesus,
please don't let me go alone To that dark
night and that field of stone.
Repentance
Aug 15, 1994
Down on my knees, I take my
stand. Lord, I'm reaching, please take my
hand! I don't know what to do, I've gone so
far astray.
There are times like Achan of
old When I get blinded by this world's gold.
I get so worked up and I can't sleep Spending
all my talents for what I can't keep.
There were temptations that I didn't have to
face, But just like David, I was not in
the right place. Instead of serving you for
things that endure, I'm in the Prodigal's pig
pen, sad and impure.
Verse 1
The
pleasures of sin are such a fleeting scene.
Like the Leper, I know you can make me clean.
Lord, I bow before you with my sin sick soul.
Let Jesus' Blood set me free and make me whole!
If you looked at my works I know full well
That I could only earn a fast trip to Hell! I
place my trust in Jesus and Your unfailing Grace
And long to join you forever in that Heavenly
place!
Psalm 51 (AD)
Sep 11, 1994
The only sacrifice you ever
desired was done On that rugged Cross by Your
own holy Son. In Your sight, I have sinned
only against Thee. The painful burden of that
sin is ever with me.
If You took my life,
it would be just and well. You have every
right to send my soul to Hell. I plead for
Your mercy to forgive my sin And for the
Blood to cleanse me within.
Purge me and
make me whiter than snow. With a clean heart,
I'll let others know That they can be brought
into Your fold To walk in Your presence here,
and on streets of gold.
In Thy good
pleasure, restore joy in my heart. Let not
the power of Thy Spirit depart. Keep me in
Thy arms the rest of my days. Forever, my
mouth will show forth Thy praise.
Fallen
Sep 24, 1994
I wanted to be the best you
ever had. Now, I am a lonesome, loathsome
cad. I once drank in Your holy truth. Now,
I drown myself in gin and vermouth.
I
told others of the sacrifice you gave. Now,
it is my soul You need to save. I sang the
power of the Blood Then dragged you Name
through the mud.
Even though my shame is
a continual burn, Like Peter, to whom else
can I turn? I contemplate the wasted years
Hanging my head in bitter tears.
Doctrine
and verses can be placed into a head.
Promises and vows can be easily said. Man
gave me my theology and degree. Father, make
Yourself real to me.
Lord, upon Your Name
and Son I am callin'! Only you can raise me
from this pit where I've fallen. I've read of
Your eternal love and grace. Lord, let me see
Your precious face!
Romans 1:22
Sep 28, 1994
Life is so much vanity.
We live on the brink of insanity. This is so
very, very odd For creation is in the image
of God.
We plod along in our sin
Knowing that we cannot win. Our souls so
easily we sell To that pawnbroker of Hell.
Instead of singing, "How Great Thou Art"
We tell ourselves we are so smart. We only
want God His blessings to give And care not
what kind of life we live.
We have no
concept of fear or shame As long as we wear
our religious name. We think it matters not
what road we trod. We think they all end up
with God.
We quote our doctrines, we are
so cool, But in reality, we're a theological
fool. Throw yourself upon His matchless grace
Or He'll be a judge you'll have to face.
Take me Home
Oct 13, 1994
I've been everything that I
want to be. I've seen everything that I want
to see. All over this world I did roam.
Now, I'm asking you, Jesus, please take me home.
I can hear my spirit within me groan. I
wan to be sitting at the foot of Your throne.
I've had my fill of pain and misery. Father,
take me across that crystal sea.
Often
Satan has tricked me with his black arts.
I've many a scar from his fiery darts. The
evening sun is setting low. Send the chariot,
Lord, I'm ready to go.
When it comes to
battles, I've lost a few, But you've always
been there faithful and true. Now I want to
gaze in Your loving face In that place built
by Your grace.
I know my character you
want to hone. I'm just weary and feeling so
alone. If you keep me here, I'll understand.
Just give me strength to be a righteous man.
Where Will You
Be? Oct 13, 1994
When the clouds
burst open where will you be? Will there be
joy in your heart when Jesus you see? Will
you be running to hide from His face Or
standing there with your head hanging in
disgrace/
It surely is coming and the
time is near at hand When Jesus comes to take
his children to the promised land. You played
long enough saying one day I'll get saved.
The road to Hell by good intentions has been
well paved.
Yes, I saw Jesus breaking
through the sky And I thanked God that by His
grace I'll never die! In a grave one day they
might put this old shell, But I'll be at the
throne praising the one who saved me from Hell.
Even so, come Lord Jesus, old Brother John
did say. Are you really looking forward to
that resurrection day? Do you dread the day
He comes down from above Because for you, it
won't be ###### with peace and love?
When
the Grim Reaper comes with his mighty plow
Will you value the things that you value now?
It's time to stop your silly song and dance.
Call on Him to be saved while there's still a
chance!
West Texas
Heaven May 19, 1995
I found the
peace that I was needin' In the West Texas
town called Eden. A little further down the
road in old San Angelo, The views prepared me
for that heavenly glow.
God loves Texas
and tucks it in bed at night With a soft
blanket of clouds. Oh, what a sight!
I've got wide open spaces where I can roam
Just like the vastness of that eternal home.
CHORUS Texas must be a lot like glory
Where I'll be singin' the old, old story.
Where God finger paints in the big blue sky
And the soul passes over never more to die.
A man can settle down in a place like
Ranger. Away from the big city noise and
danger. There's no way a man can be more free
Except for when he kneels at Calvary.
Sinner, friend you may never ride the plains
with me, But turn and gaze right now upon
that old rugged tree. Call upon Jesus to save
you then you'll know Heaven's where you'll
land when thrown from life's rodeo.
CHORUS
Christian
Soldiers June 3, 1995
Brothers
united To take a stand for Christ. What a
mighty host!
Rise Up,
Fellow Soldier Sep 23, 1995
There
is power in the blood and victory in the Cross,
So why, Child of God, do you mourn like all is
lost? Take up your mighty sword, the blessed
Word of God And march into the battlefield
where other Saints have trod.
When in
joyful, singing faith, we do them assail, The
Gates of deepest Hell have no chance to prevail.
Satan's host may seem so many and so very
strong, Yet, before the toughest battle, we
can sing the Victor's song.
The Captain
of the Hosts has already won the fight And
###### the darkness with His Shekinah light!
There is no foe that He has not already
overcome. The spoils are there waiting, so
let's take us some.
The time is short and
there is so very much to do. You cannot
imagine what Christ can do in you. So rise
up, my fellow soldier, and quit your looking
down! Look up to Him who shares with you the
glorious Victor's crown.
Thankfulness
11/18/95
Thanking people is sometimes hard to do.
Lord, it should be so easy to thank You!
Indeed, it is a mystery without a clue. The
easiest thing we seldom, or never do.
It is good, My Lord, you do not bless Unless
we are in a mood of thankfulness. How sad we
would be; shedding many a tear To only get
your blessings once a year! With the
amount of thanks, that we give, Glory be,
they are not required for You to live!
Our heads would hang low with faces red, For
oh, dear God, You would be dead!
Lord, at our tables this Thanksgiving, draw near
And teach us to thank You each day of the
year. Lord, not a quick thing before we eat
or sleep! Let the river of thankfulness run
soul deep!
K. I. S. S.
Theology Aug 8, 1997
You know you've got to keep it simple,
Saint. Don't try and make it what it ain't.
God said to accept Him like a child And not
let your doctrines run hog wild.
Just
preach Jesus, for us crucified And that
will keep folks from being fried. Rejoice in
that fact that He has risen And forget about
this and that ism.
God won't care where
you got your degree. He'll only ask, "What
did you do with Me?" Cling to him and not
your denomination If you want to escape
eternal damnation.
Some will argue loud
until they faint, But you've got to keep it
simple, Saint. Your theology may be grand and
swell, But lots of theologians end up in
Hell.
So go on, get up, get out, and go
To tell the ones who do not know. Remember,
unless you want to be considered nuts or quaint,
You've got to keep it simple, Saint!
Split Ribs
April 22, 1998
God split Adam's ribs
to make Mama Eve. Adam had to endure a little
pain for his blessing to receive. We all try
and run and hide from life's sorrow and pain,
But there ain't no rainbows without a little
rain.
They couldn't split Jesus' ribs
when they pierced Him. God's word stands true
in spite of man's evil whim. On Calvary,
God's Son endured such terrible pain. His
love in action became our greatest gain.
He's going to split some ribs when He enters
that Eastern gate. If you're going to get
saved, you better not wait! We are His Bride,
His rib, and one day we'll split the sky.
There we'll spend eternity where joy's river
never runs dry.
So split open your ribs
and let the Great Surgeon in To purge your
sick heart of its burden of sin Or one day
you'll split Hell wide open when you die And
oh, how more than your ribs will hurt as you'll
forever cry.
Jesus,
Rednecks, and Me Aug 22, 1998
Jesus was a redneck like me I know. So many
places in the Bible tell me so. He was born
in a barn and slept on a hay trough bed. So,
I know that Jesus' neck must be a little red.
His step-daddy was a carpenter with calluses
on his hand. Jesus traveled by foot or mule
in His Southern homeland. He never received a
degree from any ivy-league schools, Yet he
made the high flautin' city doctors look just
like fools.
He hung around with fishermen
in their Judean bass boats And he knew the
difference between the sheep and the goats.
He spent most of his time with the social
outcasts and the poor. Just like a Southern
gentleman all were welcome at His door.
He went from one to another little Israeli rural
town Teachin' underneath the blue sky a
sittin' on the ground. He took His lessons
from the land and the lowly beast. He's even
workin' up a Church Homecoming Feast!
I
don't have to do no fancy talkin' when I kneel
in prayer And just like my best friend Pete,
He is always there. We spend time at each
other's houses though He is mostly at mine.
By listenin' to His holy words I can walk that
narrow line.
One day those city folks
nailed Him to an old rugged Cross. What would
be my everlasting gain was their eternal loss.
Like that mighty Mississippi that river of blood
flooded my soul And saved me from torment in
the Devil's flaming water hole!
You can
be a city slicker, a country boy or from some
little town, But unless Jesus saves your soul
one-day to Hell you will go down. Call upon
Him while you can from sin to set you free.
He can do it for you, cuz He saved an old
redneck like me.
The Rock
July 15, 00
The rock! The rock! The
forces of evil rage Around me like a
wildfire! Fears, doubts, and failures Howl
fiercely within me, But I will stand. I WILL
STAND On the Rock, on the Rock! That Rock
is Jesus!!
Death of A Marriage
When men abdicate And
women pontificate Nerves begin to grate
Actions agitate, irritate, and aggravate
Angry words proliferate So they bicarbonate
and medicate Until they separate In a fit
of hate From the one they chose as a mate
Thus their family they decimate By swallowing
Satan’s bait Instead of allowing God to
participate In the bond they did consummate.
@2005 Ron Shultz
“Hey, Jew Boy!”
Sept 2,
2006
Some said
it behind your back.
Others
were not so coy.
Their
words like a whip did crack
When
they’d shout, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
You may
have learned to fear
To admit
just who you were.
How many
times did you shed a tear
When you
heard that awful slur?
I’ve
endured words and deeds as cruel.
For years
thinking I was just a Goy.
Now like
finding a precious hidden jewel
I’ve
learned that I may be a Jew Boy!
While you
have grimaced in pain and shame
I take it
as an honor without giving them a
look.
If
someone decides to call me that name
It only
proves that he’s the sorry schnook!
Years of
taunting can take their toll
But I’ve
learned to count them a joy
Since the
One who died to save my soul
Suffered
worse than hearing, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
If I am
blessed to be kin to the mighty Jews
of old
Whom God
used to write His Story of His Son
Then I’ll
shout it loud, and be right bold
Lest I be
ashamed when my battle’s won!
So, my
friend, let them taunt and jeer
For they
know not of with what they toy.
Their
time will come when they will fear
When they
stand before the King “Jew Boy!”
Cowboy Up!
Be very
careful what you say or do
Or some
committee will be coming after you.
I'm tired
of folks whining like a hungry pup.
Come
on America, it's time to Cowboy Up!
Our
ancestors came to a rough, untamed
land
And faced
their hardships like a woman and a
man.
We once
matured into gentlemen and ladies.
Now,
we're raising spoiled, crying
babies.
When
times got rough, we took it on the
chin.
Now, we
want someone to blame and a lawyer
who can win.
Groups
abound so we are quickly defended
When we
lack back bone and are so easily
offended!
When a
rider's been thrown and he starts to
feel down.
His
pardners say, "Cowboy Up!" to bring
him back around.
There are
too many lazy folks rattling their
cup.
Come
on, America, it's time to Cowboy Up!
We surely
have our problems and we so easily
sin,
But
nothing will change unless we all
chip in.
One day
there will be no table at which you
can sup
Unless
Americans quit their cryin' and
COWBOY UP!
Ronald Shultz: "I wrote my
books so that my grandchildren would
have a tangible spiritual blessing
should I catch the next train to
Glory. I am a Desktop Engineer
Associate to pay the bills and
provide IT services for small
churches who cannot afford help. I
also minister on the Internet by
posting and sending sermons to
various groups. I write poetry when
I can and have published two
books. In my spare time, I am
"Paw-Paw" to six grandchildren in
Fort Worth and one in
Cleburne. Without God's grace and my
wife's support I wouldn't have
energy for any of this!!!" http://www.mavmin.org/page15.html
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