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Our lasted posted Poem by "Margo Wilson"

FOREVER HE LIVES

He walked the hill of Golgotha
To give His life so free
The pain, He must have suffered
To fulfill His destiny.
He knew, He would die upon the cross
To take all sin away
He could have asked for mercy
But his love saved us, that day.
He was full of such love and power
As He hung upon that tree
The thief, along His side, was forgiven
As Jesus heard his plea.
He hung there in His dying hour
His blood began to flow
The blood that cleansed and set us free
By grace and love, we know.
He was placed into a borrowed tomb
And was guarded night and day
But nothing could keep Him in that place
For He Lives, what a beautiful sight
Forever He Lives and someday we will see
What Glory He has in store
He gave to us, eternal life
OUR SAVIOR HE LIVES FOREVERMORE
Written by: Margo Wilson
March 26, 1995

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My Spirit Is Willing

Lord make me humble,
No matter what the price may be,
Help me know that I am nothing,
Unless your Spirit dwells in me.

Help me see myself for what I am,
My faults to recognize,
Show me daily I need your guidance,
For it's in you that my help lies.

Let me call my weakness sins,
For that is what they are,
My flesh and spirit is different,
And they are constantly at war.

I want to see the things in me,
That might keep me out of touch,
Lord, you know that they're not worth it,
For to me you mean too much.

There's much that I don't understand,
Many things I need to know,
So I can be all you would have me be,
And grow as I should grow.

I know when there are things,
In my life that shouldn't be,
I cannot do the job for you,
That you have planned for me.

The things that I call faults,
Can be a stumbling block I know,
Can cause someone else to fall,
And cause me not to grow.

For we must all daily,
Overcome these things if life,
For the world is full of darkness,
Full of sin and grief and strife.

I'd like to grow in stature,
I know there's a price to pay,
I want to see just what might cause,
Me not to make it all the way.

Then I can pray and seek your help,
You said you would hear my call,
You would keep me going on ahead,
And help me not to fall.

So please God keep me humble,
Your fullness help me seek,
For my spirit is willing,
But my flesh is oh so weak.

by: Imogene (Jean) Arrington ©

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All Of Him

All of me and none of Him,
Part of me and part of Him,
Less of me and more of Him,
None of me and all of Him.

Before I knew the Lord myself,
Before I took His name,
I thought life was so exciting,
That it was just a game.

Myself and none of Jesus,
I couldn't see my sight was dim,
My thoughts were just of me myself,
Myself and none of Him.

Then I became acquainted,
With this man of Galilee,
He came into my heart that day,
And said these words to me.

I'd like to live inside you,
Don't listen to your every whim,
That day I made Him my partner,
Part of me and part of Him.

Then I began to feel a need,
I was no baby any more,
So just like in the natural,
I threw that bottle out the door.

I wanted more of Jesus,
My spiritual man was much too slim,
So I put away more of my flesh,
Less of me and more of Him.

Then one day my eyes were opened,
I got a vision of the Bible,
I knew no matter what the cost,
That day I would decide.

To take on more of Jesus,
For when He removed the film,
My eyes then saw the Glory,
I wanted none of me an "All of Him."

by: Imogene (Jean) Arrington ©

Open Book

Lord I want to lay my Life
On Your altars like an Open Book
And, Lord I pray
That, The pages which are Torn
You will mend--
The pages that are missing
You will replace
The pages that are empty Lord
You will fill with your word
The pages that are unclean
You will remove
Lord I pray My Life will become
Your Book!
 by: Thomas E. Lord Jr.

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Here into the darkest place
Staring into the demons face
Looking with a Mothers Hate
Looking into her baby's Fate
Down into the darkest place
Down where the Demons play
Staring into her Baby's Fate
Hearing cries of Demons play
Remembering times of her Mother's days
Hearing cries from her Daddy's place
It was cries of the Demon's play
Voices screaming from her Daddy's place
Ah This is where the Demons play
It was at  home at her Daddy's place
Cries from where the Demons play
Daddy is at home and Momma is away
I hear Demons cry
When my Daddy plays
I hear Demons cry when my Daddy plays
I hear Demons cry when Momma is away
Oh here come the Demons, Here come the Demons
Here come the Demons
Daddy is at Play
by   Thomas  E. Lord Jr.

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Falling Star 

I have been a star chaser all my life. I remember as a little boy, my father and I would sit on the old front porch swing for hours. We consumed the night’s hour by talking, meditating on life, and just binding a bond that no force could break. I would sit in awe flabbergasted at the stories my father would share regarding life, love and family. I remember feeling if life was never changing and time had stood steal. Night after night father would return to the old swing, knowing my youthful eagerness of curiosity would draw me back. My father always had a story to share; well to me they were stories, to my father they were memories. And, sure he did repeat a story or two, but I did not mind. I would still listen with all curiosity and full of attention. I did not realize at the time there was an underlying love building stronger with each passing night on the old swing under the nighttime sky. A lasting love that I was unconscious of at the time, a love without end. I remember staring into my father’s face observing every wrinkle and crevice. See to me my father was a Hero, some type of personal God just for me. He definitely met the definition in my understanding of a Hero. To me a Hero is someone you respect. A Hero is an honorable individual; whose action helps preserve, save, repair and protect. A Hero lives to serve for the general good of others, and that is what my father does on a daily bases. My father is an honorable man who has not only saved or repaired his family. He protects us from danger and lives to serve for our better good. As a child I never had to look into the sky past the stars searching for God. My father was always at home. So for me religion as a child was hard to grasp; because how could there be something bigger than my father with a stronger love, a love that would never leave or forsake me. Sure do not get me wrong; we went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. I learned of God and Jesus but to a child these were stories. The stories seemed real as if I were there experiencing them while at church; but when I left church they were just stories which became memories. My father was real. Father was there to pick me up when I would fall, and wipe away the tears when I cried. Just the warm touch of fathers hand would ease the pain I felt inside. Please, do not get me wrong ,father was a strong man; but who says a strong hand cannot have a soft touch. However, my father never discipline out of anger, but instead gave guidance with love and compassion. Yes, to me my father was a Hero, or some type of God. Father was a person who could overcome whatever the enemy had placed against our family. Father was full of strength a fountain that never seemed to run dry. He was like the fire flies at night lighting up the brush tops night after night. I recall one night sitting on the old swing watching the moon rise amongst the glitters of the night sky while looking into the abyss of the darkness. I listened to the stories father told while the fireflies lit up the brush tops as the moon shimmered over the mountains path with a florescent glow.  Yes, I thought father is my Hero. Now this heroic belief I had in my father made his job as a parent even harder. I realized he never quit, left or gave up. No matter how dark times got father always seemed to shine night after night and year after year. While father and I sat on that old porch swing watching the glitters of the night sky, I suddenly saw a bright flash that mysteriously fell thru the night sky with such hypnotizing beauty, that my heart was over come with intent curiosity. I turned to my father and ask, “ Father what is a falling star?” “ He began to state in a monotone voice, well Webster’s says a falling star is a …….” Then I asked with a puzzled face,” Who catches the stars when they fall”. Father replied, “God catches does”.  I insisted, “How do you know father, have you ever ask him (you know asked God)”.  My father looked me in the eye as he stood to his feet, climbing up off that old porch swing, smiled and said “Good Night Son”. And, as he (father) turned to go inside, I could see the tears swelling up in his eyes, as his voice grew humbly softer until it faded into a silence. I sat quietly for a brief moment, knowing I had struck a very special but painful thing within my father.

So I looked in the night sky beyond the glitters of mountain paths, pass the stars into the abyss of darkness and ask the ever-sounding question.

God have you ever caught a falling star?

At that moment everything grew silent, the crickets froze, treetops grew still and the night winds became calm. My heartbeat began to slow, yet it’s beats were steady as the African drums in a slow chant. Then suddenly it was if the sky was parting as the red sea and the radiance of Heavens gates shined thru. I franticly asked again, “God have you ever caught a falling star”? When in a cosmic flash, I heard a voice with such power, intense authority and sincere love. I was left in awe. Could I be in the very presence? And I recall staring intently in the sky. I asked again, “Please God have you ever caught a falling star?” God looked at my father as he made his way towards the door, quaintly smiled and relied,” many times my child many times”.

A child’s story that I wish was an adult’s memory. May god bless those without fathers, that they may become great fathers. And thanks to the Heavenly father some of us have been blessed with special step-fathers.

by Thomas E Lord Jr.

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