The Country That I Know

This is aimed at all of the cynics and critics who run us down in the middle of the road each night on the news, when we are trying to stand up for something and helps other countries.

The Country That I Know

How come we never talk about

The country that I know?

The one that rushes to the aid

Of others when their low.

The nation that gives all we have

To help and lend a hand.

And sends her best and brightest men

To die in distant sand.

How come we never hear the news

spoke loud and with acclaim,

of all the good a righteous acts...?

Instead we just get blame!

Why does the world see only bad

in all we do each day?

Perhaps the day will come along

when our good leaders say...

"To heck with all the other lands

we gave all we could give...

it's time you find another teat

on which to suck to live!"

A Loving God

Where did the notion come from

That death should pass us by

When in our youth or innocence

And righteous in Gods eye

When tragedy has touched our life

Our family or our land

We want to know the reason why

In anger we demand

Why should a just and righteous man

His tender soul be slain

From life be torn by heathen hand

In prayers we do complain

The sinner stands the pure will fall

This is not just we say

And from belief of loving God

We sadly turn away

The tragedy is not in death

The innocent are free

The just and righteous torn from us

Do not taste death you see

While wicked men foul deeds remain

To damn eternal souls

Those swept away are in God’s care

And names on heaven’s rolls

Measure of a Man

How do you measure one man’s life

To see what he has done?

Some search for treasures left behind

Instead… look to his son!

The things that matter most of all

Are passed and handed down

They move from father to his son

These riches do abound

The world may gauge our lives by that

Which we have sold and bought

To measure what a man has done

See how his son is taught.

Faith-ing your Fears

A trembling hand of faith stretched out

A heart so full of shame

Afraid to look into his eyes

And dare not call his name

The pressing throng around him stood

Too bar salvations door

A cloak was all that she could reach

His hem and nothing more

A trembling hand, a broken heart

And eyes that would not rise

Though weak the flesh, her faith was strong

He stopped to her surprise

“Why woman, did thou touchest me?”

So gentle was his hand

“Arise… your faith hath made thee whole”

How gentle God’s command

Imagine how the soul must feel

When fear has gone away

Replaced by faith, and simple trust

Gods gift to us each day

We walk through life with burden great

Kept hidden deep inside

Ashamed and lost we walk alone

And yet he’s at our side

We only need to reach for him

And trust his loving care

And drop our burden at his feet

Our pain with him we share

A Soldiers Gift

You do not need to cry for me

It’s what I chose to do

I stood and fought for freedom

And fell and died for you

The gift I left for you and yours

With blood this debt I paid

Is choice to do just as you will

What with it have you made?

Our freedom and our liberty

We take so casually

So many have their life blood lost

To keep this nation free

We walk through life without a care

And never give one thought

To those who put their dreams aside

And for our country fought

The sacrifice and soldiers spent

Should mean much more you know

So ask yourself this question

As through your life you go

With all that you’ve been given

With all that you can choose

What are the things that matter most?

What do we have to lose?

There’s many who have gone before

And many more will fall

They stand for all that’s right and good

They hear a different call

So do not cry and shed a tear

It’s what they chose to do

Just ask yourself a question

With freedom, what will I do?

A Snail’s Pace

A snail may not move real fast

When crawling on the ground

A snail is not very loud

It does not make a sound

A snail has no wings to spread

To help it fly real high

But if it’s patience that you seek

Then give this thing a try

Just watch a snail as it moves

So slow upon the ground

Just sit and watch it patiently

And see what you have found

A snail does not worry much

As the world goes flying by

He does the best with what he has

And here’s the reason why

A snail cannot change the fact

That it will move real slow

A snail is not bothered

That a trumpet it can't blow

A snail does not worry that

It has no wings to fly

But neither does it worry

If it lives or if it dies

A snail does what it can do

It does all that it can

A snails pace is kind of slow

This is the Master’s plan

As we are racing round the world

With all its pain and strife

If like the snail we would move

We’d get more out of life

We need to learn this simple thing

A lesson taught real slow

We need to take it with us

As through each day we will go

The snail’s pace will not go far

And will not win the race

But if you look so very close

It has a smiling face

End of Me

I woke up today feeling kind of blue

Can't say why but it was real and true

I did not know just what to do

So a poem I wrote... for me and you.

End of Me

Ever stop to think about

That this day may be it

That future days are at an end

And we’ve got all we will get

That even though the world moves on

And still spins round and round

That we may have to step aside

And lay quiet in the ground?

The prospect of the end of times

Which each of us will face

Is coming at us straight and sure

At a slow and steady pace

For each day that we draw a breath

Each sunrise that we see

We never know which one it is

The last for us will be.

So take a thought to look around

As the dawn breaks on this day

And make a vow to waste it not

While it stands on bright display

For sands of time will run their course

And so will you and I

Then before you know or suspect a thing

You’ll be called upon to die.

And looking down from Heaven’s gate

Or up from the devil’s lair

I bet we’ll wonder why we cried

Or ever had despair

For the here and now is what we have

What with it will we do?

For comes a day when life is done

And the end for me and you.

Happiness Defined

Happiness Defined

Happiness is not a what, and not a when or where

It’s what you do, with what you’ve got, and how much you can share.