May 10, 1968
Bare limbs gaining a
Robe of emerald petals.
Christ is glorified.
Sept 10, 1968
Nature mourns the death
Of Christ by stripping herself
Naked in disgrace.
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?
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
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?
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
Brother, listen to what I say
Live like He is coming today!
Refrain full one time then Refrain fade
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
And has given you such a stone cold
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
And know that alone you will never win!
I stand before you with tear ###### 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
Praise God that none of us need be
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
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
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
From a righteous, merciful God above!
He does not speak of any glory of His
He lives to insure that Christ's glory
Christ had to die to set me free
Then ascend into Heaven to send Him to
He dwells within me night and day
And guides me on the righteous way.
He convicts me of any sin into which I
So I can confess and remain in
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
He has been with me since the day of my
This gift can be your, there is no
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
I do not wish to rule you with iron
I desire to make you wise so you may
Against all the evil life's sea sends
And someday stand on Heaven's wharf.
Love thou reproof and always desire to
Wisdom that is pure from a source
As a sailor needs a compass and chart,
Your search will fail without Christ in
Secular knowledge soon fades into
What is rooted in Christ blossoms in
Love not this world and be not led
Allow the Spirit to guide you in the
Be not foolish and dislike correction.
Allow God to give you His perfect
He is my Father and in love chastises me
Should I love you less or do the same
Read Proverbs 23:12-16
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.
THOT: You will grieve for them TOMORROW,
if you do not teach them TODAY!
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.
May 13, 1976
Jesus, please save me!
Rid me of all the burdens
My shoulders must bear!
May 18, 1976
The day is growing quickly near,
When I will leave this earth so drear.
I will be engulfed completely by His
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
If not for His blood and matchless
I search my flesh and in it find no
speck of good
But, I know He saved me because He said
Any righteousness I may have is not
It is the life that comes from the
My finite mind cannot begin to
A love for me that is without end.
No one could even begin His portrait to
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
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
And take His judgment vials from off the
He will pour out His wrath on all
Because, they desired to be spiritually
You can escape this dreadful curse
And the sentence to Hell, which is far
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
And, I will be gone before you say
Why Condemn the Innocent?
June 11, 1976
How often have you heard about Him
Through someone voicing their frustrated
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
When they are upset you will hear their
As they call upon Him to curse most
Why do they feel so downright content
To condemn without trial the innocent?
They will take His name vainly and not
Why do they hate Him without a cause?
They fail to see that Satan causes their
And that only Jesus Christ can give them
He left His peaceful Heavenly throne
So He could make sinners His own.
They know, that in all of the Eastern
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
They laugh now, but I know full well
They will not laugh when they burn in
He loves them and He is pleading,
And stop condemning the innocent!
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
Even though we still share the things we
Of such a friendship no one else could
Yet, things get cool when I share that
which I love the most.
I have found the truth and it has set me
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
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?
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
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
What you desire is a heart broken and
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
Please teach me, Lord, so I may share.
I now have life, yet I cannot really
Until my Lord, I learn how to give.
The Pentecostal Power Is Not
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
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
But he spoke to them as brothers not as
souls he had to win!
They had all the gifts, not one did they
Yet evidently, spiritually, they had
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
Still, once I 'm saved my soul I'll
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
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
But Praise God, I'm saved and by His
Spirit I am sealed.
HE IS NOT HERE!
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
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
Do alleluias come only when the waves of
Oh God, am I just a well paid lover
Or do I love you from the depth of my
The skies often grow black and life is
No beams of love I perceive.
Does then my Christian testimony remain
Or do I, alone, in bitter silence
The tender words of a well paid lover,
Is this what the Master truly desires?
No, not ones who around the paymaster
But those whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job, your love was certainly tried,
Your soul sifted and doom your only
From the Bible's pages, God hast cried,
"You're not well paid, but truly my
Yes, God poured out gifts from above
And gave you more than you had at the
These were not wages. They were tokens
To the one who always loved God from his
In my testings and trials that often
When there is no sense of peace from
O, then in such a state let my heart be
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
You've got to have been preaching twenty
And know just how to tickle their ears.
It doesn't matter how hot your heart may
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
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
And that I would never fail.
Just give me the strength for what I
As I turn it all over to you!
May 5, 1983
Life is nothing but grabbing for
There is no God or Hell or so say the
A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave,
That is all there is unless Jesus will
I must sing, dance, and definitely get
Since this is it, there is no by and by.
If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do
There is just one rub, what if there is
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
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
After all, a gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a
That is all there is unless Jesus does
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
Thousands have risen to answer Freedom's
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
Only faith in Christ will weather every
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!
John 3:16 promises a heavenly trip
If I believe on him with my heart and my
Gonna take my Bible in my hand
And start my trip towards the Promised
The Cross before me and the world
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
I fall on my knees, God's power to
Hey, Hey, all the way!
Live for Jesus everyday!
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
At twelve, life seemed to go eternally
At forty, we see it all too soon is
A thimble of error yields buckets of
On one brick of sin is a house of horror
A few cents of folly brings a wealth of
One slip from the narrow way can leave
us ever lame.
Oh, that we may learn from life's
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
Apr 28 1992
When life gets bizarre and you're
feeling mighty tense.
Remember Grace is God's Rices At
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
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
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
Put on the full armor of God and never,
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
The Poor Boy Can't Survive
Oct 25, 1992
He's sitting on the bed, his head
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'
He listens to all the junk, you have to
But if he speaks his mind there's Hell
REFRAIN: The poor boy can't
survive, no sense bein' alive.
The poor boy can't
He's a college grad and a veteran of
Still he's got no respect for himself as
The only job he could get was for
He just can't stop the inner rage.
The alcohol doesn't help him pull
The only pride he has is in the Red,
White, and Blue.
He just can't provide for his child and
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
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,
Jesus died for you. You know
He's standing there reaching, waiting to
He's sitting on the bed, his head
With tears in his eyes, he gives God his
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
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
Worried to much about earning cash.
The kids are raised, that makes it
Wish I had taken time to write that
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
Guess I should have taken more annual
Wished I'd done things different,
Must be sleeping, peering into black.
I feel a thud and jolt as I start to
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
Man, I feel better than I've felt in my
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
There's a flash of hope, but a crush of
I feel it is not at all well I will
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
He sighs and shakes His head as He
reviews my works.
Why did I have to be the King of the
He speaks, and says, "There's not much
you did well
There are much better men already in
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
My only plea, my only hope against
Is that Your Son died for me on an old
The record should show that on April
I believed that Jesus was dead, but now
I asked for His righteousness and He
promised to take my sin.
That is my only hope of Your gates to
I looked to my right and there stood the
He had come to my side and took me by
He confirmed that I was His sheep that
He stretched out His hands and said, "By
these wounds, his debts are
I fell to my knees and wept and
He said, "Weep no more, you're forgiven
You became my adopted child, on that
I was beside you even when you would
There was another flash of light.
I heard voices yelling with all their
"He's back. He's back.", someone said in
a tone of prayer.
I was confused and wondered if I was
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
God just knew how to get me back on the
I was given a vision to confirm I was a
And that I could not undo what I had
A new life was given to me and new
I now walk with a different point of
Money is fine, if kept in its proper
However, it's not what is truly valuable
to the human race.
All the things we do to keep from being
Will count very little when we see the
It is not often, you get to start twice.
This time, let it not be me who lives,
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.
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
You say that it is raining and you might
You say that the wind is raging and
Just leave it to the young, as you are
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
You know I work hard and have to play
It's not the Father's will that any be
He paid the price, but we will not bear
Of saying no to our flesh and say it,
To find that lost and dying soul to win.
We have our pride. They might say
The commandment just tells us to go.
Not all will believe, call out, and
Most often people killed the prophets
Someone told you, a friend or some kin,
Or into this family you would have never
You take for the granted the gift from
You've forgotten the purpose of
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
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
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
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!
October 20, 1993
I sought to be carried to God on flowery
beds of ease.
Now, I kneel before Him upon fearful
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
But I thought it enough to be saved by
I lived to satisfy my every selfish
No sacrifice did I ever make for Him.
I struggled for just a little more ease
I never sensed how my heart had grown
Doing what I pleased; playing it safe
with my life.
I never felt the sting of persecution or
If Christianity would have been a
There would have not been enough
evidence for me to do time.
Yes, I appeared at the church house now
And sang about Jesus as my Savior and
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
After all, did He not promise to dry
If only I'd thought of the sorrow I now
see in His face
I would have run a much more faithful
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
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
I was wild and I thought I was free.
Never did I see the chains of sin and
Then one day the Master found me
starving on the plain.
I saw love in His eyes and peace in His
I couldn't resist, my heart had such
I quietly let Him rope my neck with
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
He deceived me into thinking I had a
His venom wasted this man from within
And placed on my soul his Hellish seal.
Let Jesus bring you back to His
He'll give you a reason to lift up a
Don't pass up what could be your last
To wear that blessed old Rugged Cross
May 14, 1994
The Crusader lies vanquished in the dust
With his sword broken and armor covered
His heart once burned with fervor for
Now, it lays in ashes in the stone cold
He wanted to champion every cause no
matter what the cost.
Yet, in the end, it was only he, who was
It was no opponent that finally laid him
But the realization that he was the
He had answered the call and strapped on
the armor of God.
He set off on the path where the saints
He firmly gripped his sword and took his
He sought to drive the Devil from the
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
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
Now naked before his God he bows,
Remembering all his broken vows.
He pleads for mercy, but he knows full
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
He shows the King His wounded hands and
Tenderly, He says, "It was for the
Crusader that I died."
He turns and takes the Crusader into His
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
His heart is full of love without alloy.
Now, indeed, he walks where the saints
Because the light of His death has
brought him home to God.
Saint or Sinner?
Lord, I'm not sure what I am or what I
Am I a saint playing sinner or a sinner
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,
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,
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.
Aug 1, 1994
They sing, "Farther along we'll
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
Then turned around and spat in Your
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
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
Lord, you know I can't face that alone.
God knows I can't undo the things I've
I can only cling to the Cross of His
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
Jesus, please don't let me go alone
To that dark night and that field of
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
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
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
I'm in the Prodigal's pig pen, sad and
The pleasures of sin are such a fleeting
Like the Leper, I know you can make me
Lord, I bow before you with my sin sick
Let Jesus' Blood set me free and make me
If you looked at my works I know full
That I could only earn a fast trip to
I place my trust in Jesus and Your
And long to join you forever in that
Psalm 51 (AD)
Sep 11, 1994
The only sacrifice you ever desired was
On that rugged Cross by Your own holy
In Your sight, I have sinned only
The painful burden of that sin is ever
If You took my life, it would be just
You have every right to send my soul to
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
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
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
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
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
Only you can raise me from this pit
where I've fallen.
I've read of Your eternal love and
Lord, let me see Your precious face!
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
We think they all end up with God.
We quote our doctrines, we are so cool,
But in reality, we're a theological
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
I can hear my spirit within me groan.
I wan to be sitting at the foot of Your
I've had my fill of pain and misery.
Father, take me across that crystal sea.
Often Satan has tricked me with his
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
But you've always been there faithful
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
Where Will You Be?
Oct 13, 1994
When the clouds burst open where will
Will there be joy in your heart when
Jesus you see?
Will you be running to hide from His
Or standing there with your head hanging
It surely is coming and the time is near
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
And I thanked God that by His grace I'll
In a grave one day they might put this
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
Do you dread the day He comes down from
Because for you, it won't be ###### with
peace and love?
When the Grim Reaper comes with his
Will you value the things that you value
It's time to stop your silly song and
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
The views prepared me for that heavenly
God loves Texas and tucks it in bed at
With a soft blanket of clouds. Oh,
what a sight!
I've got wide open spaces where I can
Just like the vastness of that eternal
Texas must be a lot like glory
Where I'll be singin' the old, old
Where God finger paints in the big blue
And the soul passes over never more to
A man can settle down in a place like
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
Heaven's where you'll land when thrown
from life's rodeo.
June 3, 1995
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
The Gates of deepest Hell have no chance
Satan's host may seem so many and so
Yet, before the toughest battle, we can
sing the Victor's song.
The Captain of the Hosts has already won
And ###### the darkness with His
There is no foe that He has not already
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
So rise up, my fellow soldier, and quit
your looking down!
Look up to Him who shares with you the
glorious Victor's crown.
Thanking people is sometimes hard
Lord, it should be so easy to thank You!
Indeed, it is a mystery without a clue.
The easiest thing we seldom, or never
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
To only get your blessings once a year!
With the amount of thanks, that we give,
Glory be, they are not required for You
Our heads would hang low with faces red,
For oh, dear God, You would be dead!
Lord, at our tables this Thanksgiving,
And teach us to thank You each day of
Lord, not a quick thing before we eat or
Let the river of thankfulness run soul
I. S. S. Theology
Aug 8, 1997
You know you've got to keep it simple,
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
Rejoice in that fact that He has risen
And forget about this and that ism.
God won't care where you got your
He'll only ask, "What did you do with
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!
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
They couldn't split Jesus' ribs when
they pierced Him.
God's word stands true in spite of man's
On Calvary, God's Son endured such
His love in action became our greatest
He's going to split some ribs when He
enters that Eastern gate.
If you're going to get saved, you better
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
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
So, I know that Jesus' neck must be a
His step-daddy was a carpenter with
calluses on his hand.
Jesus traveled by foot or mule in His
He never received a degree from any
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
I don't have to do no fancy talkin' when
I kneel in prayer
And just like my best friend Pete, He is
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.
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
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
Sept 2, 2006
Some said it behind your
Others were not so coy.
Their words like a whip did
When they’d shout, “Hey, Jew
You may have learned to fear
To admit just who you were.
How many times did you shed
When you heard that awful
I’ve endured words and deeds
For years thinking I was
just a Goy.
Now like finding a precious
I’ve learned that I may be a
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
Years of taunting can take
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
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!”
Be very careful what you say
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,
When times got rough, we
took it on the chin.
Now, we want someone to
blame and a lawyer who can
Groups abound so we are
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
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!
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