May 10, 1968
Robe of emerald petals.
Sept 10, 1968
Nature mourns the death
Of Christ by stripping herself
Sep 18, 1970
Our souls are like ships
Lost in a squall until we
Let Christ take the
If He Came Today
Jul 24, 1975
If our dear Lord Jesus came
Can you tell me what you would say?
Would you be singing praises to His name
hanging your head in sinful shame?
would He find you if He came
In the church
choir or a poker game?
Would you be singing a
Or sneaking in from cheating all
Would you be teaching Sunday
Or lying on your face a drunken fool?
Would you be spending money on shady fun
helping missionaries tell of the Son?
I do not sing this song to judge
But from His Word, God will not budge.
redeemed on that glorious day
Christ is the only way!
matter what a man earns
He will not buy
salvation when the Lord returns!
listen to what I say
Live like He is coming
Refrain full one time then Refrain
Look and Live
You laugh and mock and fail to
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.
has blinded your heart and mind
So you cannot
feel Christ's love Divine!
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
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!
your sins and then repent!
Accept the Saviour
God has sent!
Our sins from our record He
Then, we will be allowed past
Our works would only lead us
Accept the gift that will make you
Take God's gift of love, it is
It will open your eyes that you may see
That only through Faith by Grace
Will any be
saved from this sinful race!
Put You There?
January 30, 1976
My Lord, Who put you there;
the earth and air?
Who caused you blood to
flow so free
Upon the ground from that
Upon your head is a thorny
Why do you not plead to be let down?
Lord, answer me, I really care!
Lord, who put you there?
Now I know why
you did not fight!
My eyes now see Thy Holy
O Son of God, Thy blood did spill
To pay in full sin's costly bill!
cross is the road that You have paved
sinner might be saved!
My God and Saviour, I
Who put you there was really me!
April 3, 1976
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
And guides me on the righteous way.
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.
has been with me since the day of my salvation!
This gift can be your, there is no
It is designed for all from any
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.
until you pass through Heaven's gate.
do not wish to rule you with iron hand.
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.
thou reproof and always desire to find
that is pure from a source Divine.
sailor needs a compass and chart,
will fail without Christ in your heart.
Secular knowledge soon fades into useless
What is rooted in Christ blossoms
Love not this world and be not
Allow the Spirit to guide you in
the righteous way.
Be not foolish and
Allow God to give you His
He is my Father and in
love chastises me too.
Should I love you less
or do the same for you?
23:12-16 & Proverbs 22:6
MORE THAN YOU
".... if thou beatest him with a rod he
shall not die." Proverbs 23:13
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
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.
May 13, 1976 The Plasma of
My soul was bleeding
death 'til Christ pumped His
Blood into my
May 13, 1976
Jesus, please save me!
Rid me of all the burdens
My shoulders must
May 18, 1976
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
my Lord Jesus saved me from the Hell, I had
I could not love Him or look Him in
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 He would.
Any righteousness I
may have is not really mine,
It is the life
that comes from the Everlasting Vine.
finite mind cannot begin to comprehend
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.
not to me, as I still run the race.
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
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
And take His judgment vials from off
He will pour out His wrath on all
Because, they desired to be
You can escape this
And the sentence to Hell,
which is far worse.
Believe in your heart
that Jesus is the Saviour God sent.
to save you; confess and repent.
easy to be saved, so do it today.
Heaven, Christ is the only way.
may take us in the wink of an eye
And, I will
be gone before you say "Good-
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
often than not in a disgracing way.
very popular among the throng.
They blame Him
for everything that's wrong.
When they are
upset you will hear their voices ring,
they call upon Him to curse most anything.
Why do they feel so downright content
condemn without trial the innocent?
take His name vainly and not even pause.
do they hate Him without a cause?
fail to see that Satan causes their strife
And that only Jesus Christ can give them life.
He left His peaceful Heavenly throne
could make sinners His own.
that in all of the Eastern culture lands,
speak against Buddha is to take your life in
Why they speak against Christ,
who made this land free,
Or why Christians
allow it is strange to me.
now, but I know full well
They will not laugh
when they burn in Hell.
He loves them and He
is pleading, accept, repent
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.
shared the secret that Daddy was really Santa
And a tricycle was our joy despite how
beat up it was.
Our minds were one when
we built our castle with a moat.
nothing we would not share from a frog to a new
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
Even though we still share the things
Of such a friendship no one else
Yet, things get cool when I
share that which I love the most.
found the truth and it has set me free.
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.
Jesus and be saved so brothers we'll truly be.
A brotherhood that will not fade but will grow
Just think of it, we will no
longer be two but three.
With Jesus as our
oldest, how blessed we would be!
you so much more than those distant years ago
And my heart's yearning for you only God can
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
My heart and soul that I might live.
You seek gifts that are precious and rare.
only give what I feel I ought or dare.
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
Teach me how to run the race.
Your gift is for each and all everywhere.
Please teach me, Lord, so I may share.
have life, yet I cannot really live
Lord, I learn how to give.
Pentecostal Power Is Not Pentecostal
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 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
Not by how I run the race.
Rewards to gain or rewards to lose
to me to choose.
Often in the dark, I
And to my Lord I grumble.
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
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
God, I'm saved and by His Spirit I am sealed.
HE IS NOT HERE!
The cross is now bare,
But He was
He gave His life upon that tree
He might save from sin both you and me.
arose and now sits there above
give us His sweet love!
A Paid Lover?
May 17, 1980
Do I praise only
when the sun's not under cover?
come only when the waves of blessing roll?
God, am I just a well paid lover
Or do I love
you from the depth of my soul?
often grow black and life is so cold.
beams of love I perceive.
Does then my
Christian testimony remain bold
Or do I,
alone, in bitter silence grieve?
tender words of a well paid lover,
what the Master truly desires?
No, not ones
who around the paymaster hover,
whose hearts are raging fires!
your love was certainly tried,
sifted and doom your only cover.
Bible's pages, God hast cried,
well paid, but truly my lover!"
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.
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
Mar 7, 1983
Lord, when I was a sinner,
You know that I
wasn't a winner.
Now, I'm trying to quit my
And I still ain't good at winnin'.
I shed my good old Air Force blue
spend my life serving you
And telling folks
about your son,
But your people said, I was
We've gone and replaced worn
For a wall full of paper and
They would have even had the nerve
To tell old Peter that he couldn't serve.
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 burn,
Because they'll never give you the chance to
Well, you know I'm feeling pretty
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
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!
Life is nothing but grabbing for
There is no God or Hell or so say
A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a
That is all there is unless Jesus will
I must sing, dance, and definitely
Since this is it, there is no by
If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do
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?
have followed Buddha, Mohammed, and done yoga
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.
July 4, 1987
Hill, Ardennes, Iwo Jima, Pork Chop Hill, The
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
To the steamy unpopular jungles
of South Viet Nam's land.
tyranny knocked at the Republic's wall,
Thousands have risen to answer Freedom's call.
Though often from those brave men life itself
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.
of duty are needed and the desire to be free,
There is no true freedom save at the foot of
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
a nation under God, then forever you will be
John 3:16 promises a heavenly trip
believe on him with my heart and my lip.
Gonna take my Bible in my hand
And start my
trip towards the Promised Land.
before me and the world behind.
the Gospel to all mankind.
Jesus, Jesus I
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
This old life is short on love
and awful long on pain.
For just a little
rainbow, we endure a torrent of rain.
laugh so briefly and seem to forever sigh and
Warm love is shared for only seconds,
while for years we cry alone.
of youth flash so quickly by.
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.
cents of folly brings a wealth of shame.
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
It is agony to awake one day when
To find all we possess is only fool's
Apr 28 1992
When life gets bizarre and
you're feeling mighty tense.
is God's Rices At Christ's Expense.
temptations abound and you are weak in the
Take hold of the promises and stand
fast in your liberties.
Times can get
tough and into sin you may fall.
and rejoice that you are free from the law.
Burdens may get heavy and you will not feel very
Take His yoke upon you and in Him
learn to rest.
When Satan laughs in your
face and you want him to flee,
feet on the Rock and shout, "Christ liveth in
Take the offensive! Use the Sword and
Put on the full armor of God and
never, never yield!
Some preach Christ,
in truth, and others to cause strife.
just like to play God in your life!
the doctrines of men, no matter what their
Gird on the Truth, for it has made
The Poor Boy
Oct 25, 1992
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The job's no good, his home life's bad,
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.
college grad and a veteran of Nam,
got no respect for himself as a man.
job he could get was for minimum wage.
just can't stop the inner rage.
alcohol doesn't help him pull through.
only pride he has is in the Red, White, and
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 hanging low,
A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
phone starts to ring. There's a man on the line
Saying Son, I've got a message for you, that's
Jesus died for you. You
know that's true.
He's standing there
reaching, waiting to save you.
on the bed, his head hanging low,
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
Mar 25, 1993
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
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.
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
Must be sleeping, peering into black.
I feel a thud and jolt as I start to shake.
heck of a way to get a guy awake.
over now, I feel a little chill.
have given me a sleeping pill.
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.
a smile, I look around for my wife.
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
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 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
And know by works, Heaven I could
My only plea, my only hope against
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
That is my only hope of Your gates to
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
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.
beside you even when you would stray."
There was another flash of light.
voices yelling with all their might.
back. He's back.", someone said in a tone of
I was confused and wondered if I was
Later, in my room, I spoke
not a word.
I pondered the things that had
I know I did not die or I would not
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.
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
Grant me the grace that I may not
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
I want to be able to look in Your
And run to receive Your loving embrace.
April 2, 1993
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
You know I work hard and have to play
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
Most often people killed the prophets
Someone told you, a friend or
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,
you've forgotten who you are and why you are
Renew your commitment to the One who
saved your soul,
Then heed the commandment,
don't stand there, GO!
June 27, 1993
I'm lying on my dyin' bed
Shed no sorrowing
tears for me.
I've been feeding on the Living
And He'll take care of me.
been drinking from that Heavenly flow
knows no Earthly end.
The Holy Spirit
speaking to my soul,
Says I'll be in Heaven,
It matters not whether we're
young or old
When we pass from this temporal
As long as we walk those streets of gold
In God's bright eternal day.
old Calvary's tree,
I'll see the one who died
So sing the songs of victory
rejoice when I am free!
October 20, 1993
to be carried to God on flowery beds of ease.
Now, I kneel before Him upon fearful trembling
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 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.
never felt the sting of persecution or strife.
If Christianity would have been a punishable
There would have not been enough
evidence for me to do time.
Yes, I appeared
at the church house now and then
about Jesus as my Savior and Friend.
I cared about is destroyed and gone.
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.
did He not promise to dry every tear.
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 the One who redeemed you by His
And you too will see tears upon His
Nov 22, 1993
wild mustang on the range,
I roamed life
without a plan.
Christians seemed to be so
I swore I'd never wear that brand.
No one could put a saddle on me.
tried, but they ended up in the dust.
wild and I thought I was free.
Never did I
see the chains of sin and lust.
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.
quietly let Him rope my neck with Grace.
He touched me with a nail scarred hand.
drop of His blood totally cleansed me.
wear the old Rugged Cross Brand.
are gone and I am truly free.
rustled and branded me with sin.
me into thinking I had a good deal.
wasted this man from within
And placed on my
soul his Hellish seal.
Let Jesus bring
you back to His Salvation Ranch.
you a reason to lift up a joyful hand.
pass up what could be your last chance
wear that blessed old Rugged Cross Brand.
The Light of
May 14, 1994
Crusader lies vanquished in the dust
sword broken and armor covered with rust.
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.
answered the call and strapped on the armor of
He set off on the path where the saints
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.
prepared to take it all for Jesus' precious
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
The Light of Life his
death did bring.
The songs of Zion he could
no longer sing.
Now naked before his God
Remembering all his broken vows.
He pleads for mercy, but he knows full well
He is deserving of damnation and Hell.
trembles as his King raises the Sword in His
Then the Son comes between them on the
He shows the King His
wounded hands and side.
Tenderly, He says,
"It was for the Crusader that I died."
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.
"My blood has saved and purified. Go and sin no
The Crusader bows again crying
tears of joy.
His heart is full of love
Now, indeed, he walks where
the saints have trod
Because the light of
His death has brought him home to God.
Lord, I'm not
sure what I am or what I ain't.
Am I a saint
playing sinner or a sinner playing saint?
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,
deep within me there is a voice yelling, "Go for
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
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.
sought to spread the Word from Revelation back
But neither saints nor sinners
could handle very large doses.
became discouraged and felt I could not ever
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.
to come back to You, but I can't find the path
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
In Your kingdom, remember me and let me
live there, too.
Aug 1, 1994
They sing, "Farther along
Oh, how I wish I'd been a
But I wandered so far astray
all I can see is Judgment Day.
I fell on
my knees and begged for Your grace,
turned around and spat in Your face.
along in my foolish will,
Now I fear that old
There is a way that seems so
Even though it leads to death's dark
How could I have been so wrong?
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
To some here, I don't rate.
Some think I'm just great.
Jesus, you know I
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.
please don't let me go alone
To that dark
night and that field of stone.
Aug 15, 1994
Down on my knees, I take my
Lord, I'm reaching, please take my
I don't know what to do, I've gone so
There are times like Achan of
When I get blinded by this world's gold.
I get so worked up and I can't sleep
all my talents for what I can't keep.
There were temptations that I didn't have to
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.
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!
place my trust in Jesus and Your unfailing Grace
And long to join you forever in that Heavenly
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.
the power of Thy Spirit depart.
Keep me in
Thy arms the rest of my days.
mouth will show forth Thy praise.
Sep 24, 1994
I wanted to be the best you
Now, I am a lonesome, loathsome
I once drank in Your holy truth.
I drown myself in gin and vermouth.
told others of the sacrifice you gave.
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.
and verses can be placed into a head.
Promises and vows can be easily said.
gave me my theology and degree.
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!
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
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.
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
We quote our doctrines, we are
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
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.
wan to be sitting at the foot of Your throne.
I've had my fill of pain and misery.
take me across that crystal sea.
Satan has tricked me with his black arts.
I've many a scar from his fiery darts.
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
If you keep me here, I'll understand.
Just give me strength to be a righteous man.
Where Will You
Oct 13, 1994
When the clouds
burst open where will you be?
Will there be
joy in your heart when Jesus you see?
you be running to hide from His face
standing there with your head hanging in
It surely is coming and the
time is near at hand
When Jesus comes to take
his children to the promised land.
long enough saying one day I'll get saved.
The road to Hell by good intentions has been
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
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?
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
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.
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
Away from the big city noise and
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
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.
June 3, 1995
To take a stand for Christ.
Sep 23, 1995
is power in the blood and victory in the Cross,
So why, Child of God, do you mourn like all is
Take up your mighty sword, the blessed
Word of God
And march into the battlefield
where other Saints have trod.
joyful, singing faith, we do them assail,
Gates of deepest Hell have no chance to prevail.
Satan's host may seem so many and so very
Yet, before the toughest battle, we
can sing the Victor's song.
of the Hosts has already won the fight
###### the darkness with His Shekinah light!
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.
imagine what Christ can do in you.
up, my fellow soldier, and quit your looking
Look up to Him who shares with you the
glorious Victor's crown.
Thanking people is sometimes hard to do.
Lord, it should be so easy to thank You!
Indeed, it is a mystery without a clue.
easiest thing we seldom, or never do.
It is good, My Lord, you do not bless
we are in a mood of thankfulness.
How sad we
would be; shedding many a tear
To only get
your blessings once a year!
amount of thanks, that we give,
they are not required for You to live!
Our heads would hang low with faces red,
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
Lord, not a quick thing before we eat
Let the river of thankfulness run
K. I. S. S.
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
let your doctrines run hog wild.
preach Jesus, for us crucified
will keep folks from being fried.
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
If you want to escape
Some will argue loud
until they faint,
But you've got to keep it
Your theology may be grand and
But lots of theologians end up in
So go on, get up, get out, and go
To tell the ones who do not know.
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 little
They couldn't split Jesus' ribs
when they pierced Him.
God's word stands true
in spite of man's evil whim.
God's Son endured such terrible pain.
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
oh, how more than your ribs will hurt as you'll
Rednecks, and Me
Aug 22, 1998
Jesus was a redneck like me I know.
places in the Bible tell me so.
He was born
in a barn and slept on a hay trough bed.
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,
made the high flautin' city doctors look just
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
Teachin' underneath the blue sky a
sittin' on the ground.
He took His lessons
from the land and the lowly beast.
workin' up a Church Homecoming Feast!
don't have to do no fancy talkin' when I kneel
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
One day those city folks
nailed Him to an old rugged Cross.
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!
be a city slicker, a country boy or from some
But unless Jesus saves your soul
one-day to Hell you will go down.
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!
forces of evil rage
Around me like a
Fears, doubts, and failures
fiercely within me,
But I will stand. I WILL
On the Rock, on the Rock!
Death of A Marriage
When men abdicate
Nerves begin to grate
Actions agitate, irritate, and aggravate
Angry words proliferate
So they bicarbonate
Until they separate
In a fit
From the one they chose as a mate
Thus their family they decimate
Instead of allowing God to
In the bond they did consummate.
@2005 Ron Shultz
“Hey, Jew Boy!”
it behind your back.
were not so coy.
words like a whip did crack
they’d shout, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
have learned to fear
just who you were.
times did you shed a tear
heard that awful slur?
endured words and deeds as cruel.
thinking I was just a Goy.
finding a precious hidden jewel
learned that I may be a Jew Boy!
have grimaced in pain and shame
I take it
as an honor without giving them a
someone decides to call me that name
proves that he’s the sorry schnook!
taunting can take their toll
learned to count them a joy
One who died to save my soul
worse than hearing, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
If I am
blessed to be kin to the mighty Jews
used to write His Story of His Son
shout it loud, and be right bold
Lest I be
ashamed when my battle’s won!
friend, let them taunt and jeer
know not of with what they toy.
time will come when they will fear
stand before the King “Jew Boy!”
careful what you say or do
committee will be coming after you.
of folks whining like a hungry pup.
on America, it's time to Cowboy Up!
ancestors came to a rough, untamed
their hardships like a woman and a
matured into gentlemen and ladies.
we're raising spoiled, crying
times got rough, we took it on the
want someone to blame and a lawyer
who can win.
abound so we are quickly defended
lack back bone and are so easily
rider's been thrown and he starts to
pardners say, "Cowboy Up!" to bring
him back around.
too many lazy folks rattling their
on, America, it's time to Cowboy Up!
have our problems and we so easily
nothing will change unless we all
there will be no table at which you
Americans quit their cryin' and
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