Poems

THE HOUSE BEHIND THE WEEDS

Just two little boys walking down a dusty lane 

They came upon this old white house 

With broken window panes.

The paint was faded, the shine was gone 

The grass had grown so high 

Still they made their little feet 

To see what was inside.

They opened up the squeaky door 

And then it came to light 

This must have been an old church house

Once upon a time.

Dirty, dusty wooden pews 

A pulpit that still stood 

A bible laid upon it 

Though the pages weren't too good.

An offering plate and song books too 

Were lying on the floor 

They must have left this old church fast 

The day they closed these doors.

And over in the corner 

A piano was still there 

It must have played a pretty tune 

But I guess nobody cared.

So little Bill looked up at Tommy 

And Tommy looked at Bill 

Why Don't we clean this old church up, 

and get these old pews filled?"

They took a rag and wiped the dust 

To try and make things shine 

And then they took the offering plate 

And put in it their Last dime.

They took a broom and swept the floor 

And picked up broken glass 

They got it all so nice and neat 

And then they mowed the grass.

They lifted up the old church sign 

And stood it by a tree 

Right down by that old dirt road 

Where everyone could see.

They ran back home, to find Daddy gone 

But their Momma was inside 

Just to find her hurt again 

Where Daddy had made her cry.

"Don't cry Momma, wipe those tears," 

Little Bill and Tommy smiled 

"Cause we have a big surprise for you 

Just down the road a mile."

Hand in hand they tugged at her 

Until they made her run 

"What Is it Bill, Oh Tommy, 

Just what have you two kids done?"

 And then they came upon the house 

Once hidden by the weeds 

And there it stood a country church 

Just like it used to be.

"But what is it, Mother? What's with your tears? 

We thought this would bring you joy." 

"Yes, but hush kids now and listen close 

My Two sweet precious boys."

They both got quiet and stood real still 

For the words they heard so true 

Was Daddy praying in the church 

With his head bowed on the pew.

"Forgive me Lord! Forgive me Lord! 

Though I'm not worthy of Your love 

Shine down on this sinner man 

Sweet Salvation from above."

"For I've been out in the world, You know 

Living my life all wrong 

Until I came upon this church; 

the place where I belong." 

"I never noticed it before. 

All those times I passed it up 

I guess I wasn't looking, Lord. 

Or maybe I was drunk."

"Bless oh Lord, yes, bless oh Lord. 

The one who made me see 

This little church that used to hide 

Behind all those tall weeds."

And then he raised his head and stood 

With his hands high in the air 

To find two, dirty, tear-faced boys 

With Momma standing there.

They ran up to him, hugged him tight 

As their tears fell on the floor 

"Don't worry kids, I'm not the Dad, 

the one you've known before."

Things are different for us now 

So keep on those pretty smiles 

And let's go gather people in 

To walk down these church aisles." 

Then Bill looked up at Tommy 

And Tommy looked at Bill 

"Come on brother, let's get to work 

To get these old pews filled."

"For we need no special blessing 

For cleaning up this church 

cause, God gave us back our Daddy 

And that's more than gold is worth."

Sunday morning, pews all filled 

And smiles on every face 

Especially two little country boys 

The ones who found this place.

Though it was hid back in the weeds 

And so far out of sight 

Nothing's ever hard to find 

If you're walking toward God's light.

 1 John 1:7 "We walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin."

-- Author Unknown

BEST FRIEND

Last night you and your best friend had a fight.  You decide not to talk to her the next day.

She smiles at you.  You grind your teeth at her.

She tells her friends nice things about you.  You spread bad rumors about her.

She tries to come and talk to you.  But you push her aside.

She thinks you are a great friend.  You think she is a terrible friend.

She writes nice notes to you, telling you about the best times you shared together. You write about all the bad times you can remember experiencing together.

Deep down you know she's sorry.  But all you have is hate.

The next day you find a note. It reads:

   Dear -------------,

   I tried to tell you yesterday, but you didn't let me speak,

   I tried to tell you good things, but you were afraid to hear them.

   I tried to smile at you, to take away the hate.

   But now it's time to tell you, even though it's a bit late.

   That I am dying.

   I have a bad condition and it is getting worse. I'm sorry to have to tell you that I won't

   be able to see you today. I wrote this to you today in the hospital.

   My time is up.

   I'm sorry I should have told you sooner.  I'm really sorry about our argument; you are

   such a great friend.

   I promise I shall watch over you,

   Lots of love

   -------------

   You run to the hospital to tell her you are sorry,

   But only her mum is left.

   Her hand clasped over her face.

   And she was crying. Down on her knees she prays, for her daughter to come back.

   You are too late.

   You wish you told her sorry sooner and got to say goodbye.

   All friends have their ups and downs, and sometimes you need to say sorry... Don't

   wait for the other person to do it first.

   Because you never know what could happen.

-- Author Unknown

DRINK, STEAL, SWEAR & LIE

I met this guy while I was in Albuquerque and he has a motto he lives by everyday. He said listen carefully and live by these 4 rules: Drink, Steal, Swear, & Lie.

I was shaking my head 'no', but he then told me to listen while he explained his four rules. So here they are:

1.. "Drink" from the "everlasting cup" every day.

2.. "Steal" a moment to help someone that is in worse shape than you are.

3.. "Swear" that you will be a better person today than yesterday.

4.. And last, but not least, when you "lie" down at night thank God you live in America and have freedom.

I am not as good as I should be,  I am not as good as I could be  but THANK GOD I am better than I used to be !