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The Dutchman's Prayer
Back in the hills of old Kentuck,
the toughest place that was ever struck.
There lived a man named Jacob Job,
meanest man on the mundane globe.
He feard not God nor cared for man,
except his wild and wicked clan.
There were six gals big buxum gals,
who danced and frolicked with there pals.
Went out huntin with the hound,
and painted red the country town.
Chased each other thru the hills,
and sometimes tippled at the stills.
One day a rattlesnake
bit the oldest boy big wicked Jake.
Thru his veins the venom flew,
he's bound to, what should we do.
So they sent a runner into town,
in haste to fetch the parson down.
A dutchman from John Wesley's band,
as good as any in the land.
He prayed a wonderous, curious prayer.
in words of faith, both rich and rare.
"Oh God, we tank thee for this snake,
that thou has sent to bite old Jake.
To fetch him down from his high hoss,
and lead him to the savior's cross.
He would not mend his wicked way,
until kind providence today.
Now oh Lord the great I AM.
Please send another to bite old Sam
And Jack and John the worst of Rakes,
please Lord we need more rattlesnakes.
Send chicken snakes to bite them gals,
and all their dancin wicked picked pals.
There's Momma Job she needs one too,
perhaps a copperhead would do.
And find the biggest on the globe
to bite old daddy Jacob Job.
And now oh Lord, before to late
please hurry up these gospel snakes.
And save this old Kentucky State.
we ask it all for Jesus sake.
Amen.
My Friend, My Sister, The One in the Middle
Once again it is night and I'm wide awake,
I think of John, then you, and of coarse Jake.
I know it will be rough, all the way to the end,
But I love you and I will be there, you're my special friend.
If there are times you just want to talk,
Give a call, it's just a short walk.
I will be there in a minute, or maybe quicker,
Because I love you, you're my special sister.
I see in you're eyes, the hurt in you heart,
But I can't fix this and it's tearing me apart.
I can't help at all, what I do seems so little,
For my friend, my sister, the one in the middle.
by Regina White
Not Alone
I was by myself, or so I thought,
when I heard a voice, it made me stop.
I looked around, to see who was there,
there was no one, so I turned without care.
I walked a little more, up ahead was a guy,
he was staring at me, I wanted to cry.
I turned around, to walk away,
there was another guy, oh what a day.
I was then trapped, for now there were lots,
why didn't I follow, what I was taught.
All of a sudden, there shown a light,
they couldn't see, it was so bright.
A man came down, from the sky,
the guys, they ran in fright.
He looked at me, with a smile on his face,
he said "today, I showed you my grace."
I started to cry, when he called my name,
he asked me," Are you done playing games."
At that moment I knew, he was Jesus Christ,
the one who died, and paid my price.
I fell to my knees, tears falling down,
when he helped me up, off the ground.
He said, "you're my child, I love you too,
you know, I will always be here for you."
He said, "goodbye, please quit playing games",
and from that day, I've never been the same.
by Michelle Scott
"Did He Climb A Tree?"
When he was a little boy,
Did he love to laugh and sing?
Did he love to lay in grassy fields
And dream of what the future would bring?
Did he run through a field with his arms outstretched
And pretend that he could fly?
Did he ever lay in bed at night
And wonder what it meant to die?
Yes, I think he did these things
As a child, like you and me.
But what I want to know the most
Is did he climb a tree?
Did he climb a tree
Up to its fullest height
And raise his arms into the air
And try to touch the sky?
Did he sit upon a limb
As the wind blew to and fro?
All of these things I wonder
But one thing I want to know,
Is did he climb a tree?
A man full of compassion,
He did have eyes that pierced the soul.
He did walk among the lepers
Where no one else would go.
He ate with Tax collectors.
And even the prostitutes, he loved.
And when he rose from the Jordan waters
On his shoulder did land a dove.
He did talk with politicians
With a wisdom so unique.
And when his time had come to die
Jesus DID climb a tree.
He did climb a tree
Up to its fullest height
And he did stretch out his arms
And gazed into the sky.
As he hung upon a limb,
No wind blew to and fro.
He bowed his head and closed his eyes
And paid the price for me, I know.
When he did climb a tree.
anonymous
PAT AND THE COMMITTEE
I know a lovely lady, who is very nice indeed,
She is a child of God and tries to help when there is a need.
She knew of a family, that was going through a very hard trial,
And true to her ways, got very busy trying to make everyone smile.
She rises early in the morning to spend time upon a bended knee,
And the Lord gave her vision and told her what this family would need.
A mother needed a child with her, as her son was very ill,
A handicap room was a need that the Lord would surely fill.
No one knew how long it would take or how it would come about,
So Pat began to work by faith, giving no room for doubt.
She got to work, with a committee and they worked out a plan,
They raised money for this room, and things started now to stand.
When it seemed we had to stop or we just couldn't go on,
Then God would increase our faith and doubt would soon be gone.
People all over town pitched in to help from the footer to the shingle,
It seemed that all I ever did was walk around and mingle.
Donations poured into this room, that you see standing here,
And workers came from all around, some far and some near.
So if people say there is no God and they never look around,
Then they have never received such love that came from all over town.
So thanks goes out to all of you who gave, to Pat and the committee,
For words can't say how I feel, receiving love from so many.
John E. McDaniel
QUALITY CARE NURSING
Quality means a job well done,
Ultimately following the required doctrine.
Always striving to do what's right,
Laboring always, day and night.
Instilled with work ethics so true,
To working out any problem or issue.
Yearning to raise the standard of care.
Continuing to make others aware.
Around the city and the town,
Relaxing when a minute is found.
Extra care is what you give,
Nurturing others and help them to live.
Understanding that it's a hard job to do,
Rarely hearing the words, "Thank You"
So in this season of holiday giving,
I say thank you for helping the living.
Not knowing how hard this job is to do,
Glad tiding is what I wish for you.
John E. McDaniel