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"Gift"
The love of the Lord
Is greater than other love.
How we need His grace.

"Inside"
In my hesrt you're there
In my mind our worlds collide
Find me in that day.
(Jan. 7, 2001)

"Uncertain"
Hear the road of life call my name
And I ignore it just the same.
Yes I have just one live to live.
The cost is more than I can give.
I see the footprints of before.
They won the battles, lost the war.
I do not know where our path lies.
I hold you close as your soul cries.
Follow me, my love, through this way,
In the end, I see a bright day.
(Dec. 31, 2000)

TALES FROM THE AMERICAN DINNER TABLE

I.
Tales grew strong from the American dinner table.
They told of what had happened the week before.
There was talk of a man who one day decided to have some fun.
They complimented grandma's cooking, and told of the woman's new baby.

The main course was a tale of war overseas and a side of humor.
The blessing we gave reminded us of the church sermon.
They told of classinc and modern art while drinking their glass of tea.
When we heard our friend had died, we became silent.

Filled with our meal we spoke of the car wreck downtown,
and a child who was sponsored overseas. My little cousin counted to ten,
and wen applauded his effort.
We took a second helping helping of of political matters.
They voted to have dessert.

She filled their plate with sweet tastes of His love.
Grandma told through her pain, He is her strength.
After we were filled, we left the table--filled with joy,
enlightenment, sorrow, and inspiration.
So is the way of the American dinner table.

II.
At the table today I came across family who were adopted.
They were astounded by my age.
We spoke of news of late while greeting friends.
Dinner was of course, rumor, love, politics, main course, humor, and dessert.
I feasted on the story of those who told them, and I went on my way.
There was more to come as always.

III.
When I am hungry, I forget what the American dinner table is all about.
When the nation was born, the table stood strong before then.

Our fathers spoke of liberty and freedom.
As they passed the bread, they spoke of a ruler's tyranny.
Monarchy was insulted.
Many years before, their ancestors came and began the table,
bringing deer, potatoes, and corn.
They gave thanks to Him which led them there.
They invited friends to partake of their feast.
Though their guests were different, they enjoyed the table in peace.
Politics were ignored.
Selfishness was abandoned, at least for a short while.
As the winter came, they remembered just what they did at the table.

IV.
If one is deprived from the table, he will forget his truth.
Such happens for he is not in fellowship with his peers.
He will lose advice that could benefit him, and not to mention a good meal.
A man and wife who do not meet at the table struggle to survive,
for this is where personalities commune.
A family most likely can't stand together if they don't dine and tell stories and news.

V.
Is this a world of broken dreams?
Maybe.
I hate that the world dealt me an empty hand.
The world's hand was one of royalty.
Royalty is not known at the table.
That was done away with long ago.
However, the world still has its hand.
So I played what seemed to be my last chance,
but then I saw the third Player that placed his life on the table.
The world crumbled at His Hand, the Hand of the Master,
for it was scarred by a nail.
And since we won that game,
we ate at the table.
I with Him, and He with me.

VI.
I offer up my request
as I sit alone at the table.
Forgive me Lord, that I might one day forgive myself.
I've been betrayed, robbed, beaten, ridiculed, and almost everything else.
My meal here is meager, yet all I need.
Although I live in a New World, and yes it still is,
I still have broken dreams.
No one can say, "it is not."
No one can say, "there is no hope."
Hope showed itself yesterday when she walked by and waved.
Unknown to her, my spirits were lifted.
So here at the table I must give thanks for that.
Isn't that what what the table is all about?
How they all sat there a long time ago and gave thanks?
I hear Your voice from where You are, "yes, my son, it is."

THE END

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nexTpoetry and other works Lion's Paw (essay by Jonathan Baltzly) I remember a story we read in my eleventh grade English class. It was called "Under the Lion's Paw" by Hamlin Garland. It was about this guy who lost his home by nature's fury and he met a generous man who took him and his family in for awhile. Eventually, a self-made land speculator made an offer for the man. He would give him some land to pay rent on, then sell it to him. The man immediately jumped on the idea and began to build his life up again. He worked the land from sun up to sun down, raising the profit value everyday. The farm was soon a modern facility, worth several thousand dollars(in that time, it was a lot of money). The speculator came back to say the man had to pay up for his own work on the area. This roused his anger, and he held up his pitchfork ready to kill the speculator. He then saw his own daughter playing nearby. She would see the entire incident. He then dropped his pitchfork and demanded the man to leave. He never returned. It was interesting to see just what the sinful nature of man can cause us to do. In the Bible, the Devil is referred to as "a roaring lion". In our sinful selves, we are under his paw, much like the man could not escape from his trouble. In the beginning, Adam and Eve were instructed to not eat from a certain tree. The Devil tempted Eve, and she ate it. Adam ate after her. When Adam sinned, the entire human race fell in to a sinful nature. God later established law, the Ten Commandments, to govern His people. At first, it worked. He provided judges to lead his people in the truth. They soon wanted a king like the other countries surrounding them. He gave it to them. Then, the people brought up religious leaders who distorted the law, and added to it as they saw fit. They lived with pride demanding respect, money, and power. God saw His people fall away, exiled, and die many times. Eventually, the kingdom split, and they were at odds with their own families. He saw this was no good. He needed a new way to govern His people, for the Law had failed. He one day sent His Son Jesus by birth from a virgin, Mary. He grew up and lived a perfect life without sin. Only God could do that. He spoke out against the religious leaders and their false doctrines. One came to Him at night to speak privately. Jesus told him, "For God so loved the world, the he sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him shall perish, but have everlasting life." (John 3:16, KJV) The man couldn't understand Jesus was speaking of Himself. The rest of the religious leaders were plotting to have Jesus killed. He was arrested, taken to court, and sent to the governor of Judea. He told them to do as they saw fit, for he was not responsible. Jesus was taken to Golgotha, nailed to a cross, and crucified. The crowd below was cheering crying, and sending prayer to heaven. Another man who was being killed asked Jesus to remeber him when he was in heaven. "This day you will be with me in paradise," Jesus responded. After about six hours, Jesus was dead. He was taken to a tomb, and laid to rest. His followers went into hiding, except Judas. He betrayed Jesus, and the agony was so great he hung himself. All hope seemed lost, until the next Sunday, the stone over the tomb was rolled away, and Jesus arose! All sin was paid for by His blood! He later ascended into the clouds and promised to return the same way. "I am with you alway, even until the end of the age," He assured His followers. So accept His forgiveness today, for He's coming back soon. The forgivenss of Jesus surpasses all understanding. He can release you from under the Lion's paw.
victory at Iwo Jima nexTshows and booking Make sure you check out me and the crew on Intense Radio Monday nights at 9:00 p.m. CST			poems "Loosing You" Will you wait for me when I leave here to hold in your arms so very near? When I'm with you, my problems flee like they never were, we're meant to be. Love like this will never die; loosing you now makes me cry. Your eyes sparkle like a million stars. Next time I see you onlytime bars. Will you be here when I come home? Hold me near like there's no tommorrow. A friend like you is hard to find. I'll be your love and you'll be mine. Of all the troubles and hopes we endeavor, I want us to be with each other forever. (Nov. 9, 2000) "The Angels Only Know" The angels only know the world cannot see the love inside me The angels only know The angels only know the way I love you my love will be true The angels only know The angels only know for whom my heart beats my soul now completes The angels only know The angels only know that I still believe love you can receive The angels only know (Dec. 3, 2000)
poems "Final End" Intrigue of abomination Feast on the blood of the wicked Those alive now long for their death His glory shines forever more He now waits to settle the score His glory shines forever more "Believe in Me" The sacrifice of one to save a multitude. You believe that, believe in me. A flower blooms, dies, and blooms again. You understad that, believe in me. A dying child makes a full recovery. You know it's happened, believe in me. A slave becomes a king with great riches. It's been done, believe in me. A man and woman fall in love. It can happen to us, believe in me. (Jan. 4, 2001) "Fall Away" Another time around the bend, You can't seem to understand. And I fall away. You're in the same boat With your fears and beliefs. And you fall away. Our spirits clash, Our minds bend and fold. And we fall away. When we are gone, Others will follow. And they'll fall away. But one day soon, We'll fall in love. And we'll rise back up. (Jan. 20, 2001) Home Page poems "Walk Within My Love" You're over there again On the inside looking out Oh when will you begin To walk within my love? Dear, your passion for him Cannot be forever. My love will not grow dim. Please walk within my love. Dear, the way your hair flows Like a golden river, Like love, it grows and grows. Please walk within my love. Together we will be In your arms forever. And one day you will see, We'll walk within our love. (Jan. 16, 2001) "One Place" (haiku) You're th one I love. I find you in that one place. Fall in love with me. (Jan. 31, 2001) find your way home....			me yet again kind of ...uh... oh nevermind
			closeup of me HAIKU and more: "Gift" The love of the Lord Is greater than other love. How we need His grace. "Inside" In my hesrt you're there In my mind our worlds collide Find me in that day. (Jan. 7, 2001) "Uncertain" Hear the road of life call my name And I ignore it just the same. Yes I have just one live to live. The cost is more than I can give. I see the footprints of before. They won the battles, lost the war. I do not know where our path lies. I hold you close as your soul cries. Follow me, my love, through this way, In the end, I see a bright day. (Dec. 31, 2000) TALES FROM THE AMERICAN DINNER TABLE I. Tales grew strong from the American dinner table. They told of what had happened the week before. There was talk of a man who one day decided to have some fun. They complimented grandma's cooking, and told of the woman's new baby. The main course was a tale of war overseas and a side of humor. The blessing we gave reminded us of the church sermon. They told of classinc and modern art while drinking their glass of tea. When we heard our friend had died, we became silent. Filled with our meal we spoke of the car wreck downtown, and a child who was sponsored overseas. My little cousin counted to ten, and wen applauded his effort. We took a second helping helping of of political matters. They voted to have dessert. She filled their plate with sweet tastes of His love. Grandma told through her pain, He is her strength. After we were filled, we left the table--filled with joy, enlightenment, sorrow, and inspiration. So is the way of the American dinner table. II. At the table today I came across family who were adopted. They were astounded by my age. We spoke of news of late while greeting friends. Dinner was of course, rumor, love, politics, main course, humor, and dessert. I feasted on the story of those who told them, and I went on my way. There was more to come as always. III. When I am hungry, I forget what the American dinner table is all about. When the nation was born, the table stood strong before then. Our fathers spoke of liberty and freedom. As they passed the bread, they spoke of a ruler's tyranny. Monarchy was insulted. Many years before, their ancestors came and began the table, bringing deer, potatoes, and corn. They gave thanks to Him which led them there. They invited friends to partake of their feast. Though their guests were different, they enjoyed the table in peace. Politics were ignored. Selfishness was abandoned, at least for a short while. As the winter came, they remembered just what they did at the table. IV. If one is deprived from the table, he will forget his truth. Such happens for he is not in fellowship with his peers. He will lose advice that could benefit him, and not to mention a good meal. A man and wife who do not meet at the table struggle to survive, for this is where personalities commune. A family most likely can't stand together if they don't dine and tell stories and news. V. Is this a world of broken dreams? Maybe. I hate that the world dealt me an empty hand. The world's hand was one of royalty. Royalty is not known at the table. That was done away with long ago. However, the world still has its hand. So I played what seemed to be my last chance, but then I saw the third Player that placed his life on the table. The world crumbled at His Hand, the Hand of the Master, for it was scarred by a nail. And since we won that game, we ate at the table. I with Him, and He with me. VI. I offer up my request as I sit alone at the table. Forgive me Lord, that I might one day forgive myself. I've been betrayed, robbed, beaten, ridiculed, and almost everything else. My meal here is meager, yet all I need. Although I live in a New World, and yes it still is, I still have broken dreams. No one can say, "it is not." No one can say, "there is no hope." Hope showed itself yesterday when she walked by and waved. Unknown to her, my spirits were lifted. So here at the table I must give thanks for that. Isn't that what what the table is all about? How they all sat there a long time ago and gave thanks? I hear Your voice from where You are, "yes, my son, it is." THE END Download more works! New and old files: nexTzip need an unzipping program fo this file Check out some comparisons of Christian bands to secular bands. Click here

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