Poetry

The one that got away

I watch the water flow with my pole in hand
Dreaming of the fish I am going to land

I slip my boat in and row from the shore
Nearing the rapids I hear the great roar

I’m tossed to the left and then to the right
I row ever harder and pull with all might

The river it pulls my bow out of sight
A prayer for mercy as I ponder my plight

It surges and pounds me with each crashing blow
It smashes and dashes but then lets me go

I rejoice with delight and continue to row
It carries me onward with each ebb and flow

At last I arrive where the water is deep
So subtle so calm as if it could sleep

I cast out my spinner and start the retrieve
What happens next I could hardly believe

The jerk on the pole the singing of line
I told that old river this big one is mine

You let go of my fish I hollered and fought
But wouldn’t you know it, it found a bad spot

A stump or a log within this great deep
My fish and my rig it was determined to keep

My line went slack and I started to weep
The water went splash as my fish made a leap

You got me this time you dirty ol’ cheat
But the next time we battle I will not be beat.

The reflections of a preacher

Each day I preach the gospel’s true
And sweeter than loves first kiss
Sin I preach is very bad
And blacker than Satan’s abyss
Hell I preach is hotter than any fire you have ever known
But the worst sins yet you can bet are the ones that are my own

 

BUTTERFLY OR MOTH WHICH

WILL IT

BE

 

Butterflies are belivers, renewed unto life.

Moths are sinners full of hate and strife.

You ask me how I know? Just look at their life.

The butterfly starts like a moth you see.

First he’s a caterpillar, on a limb in a tree.

So lost and going to hell is where we all start.

But you will pay attention to the butterfly if you are smart.

So like caterpillars we are sinners who don’t care to know.

When a sinner dies we know where they go.

But the day will arrive in our cocoon full of facts.

And when we emerge we’ll have wings on our backs.

The believer in Christ will fly to the Rose.

Like the butterfly it feeds him so that he grows.

The sinner like the moth will come out at night.

And fly into a candle to be consumed by its light.

So which will it be my lost sinner friend?

Accept Jesus Christ or burn in hell at the end?

 

DON’T TAKE MY WORD

Take my new car, or truck if preferred,

But whatever you take, don’t take my Word.

Take the clothes off my back, my food and my drink.

But don’t take my Word its my only link.

Take my money, my house, or even my pride.

But don’t take my Word, or I’ll have nothing inside.

Take my legs, my sight, and my will to fight.

But don’t take my Word that isn’t right.

This may sound extreme or totally absurd.

I would give you my life, but never my Word.

 

He did it for me.

Sweating drops, of blood they did see.                                                                                    Up all night praying, He did it for me.

Betrayed with a kiss, a martyr to be.

Abandoned by his friends, He did it for me.

Arrested by liars, striped naked to see.

Humiliated and spit on, He did it for me.

They crowned Him with thorns and set a murderer free.

They mocked Him, and beat Him, He did it for me.

For my sins He did die, and was hung on a tree.

But rose again on the third day, He did it for me.

 

“OH betrayer of my heart,

How can this be?

Though I be strong in body,

You have brought me to my knee.

In the tears of my heart

My soul doth drown.

I gaze upon the picture of her

In her wedding gown.

Sweet letters of love

She wrote day by day

She told me that she loved me

Whilst she was a stray.

With my spirit broken

And our wedding vow.

How can there be forgiveness?

With sorrow upon my brow.

My lover and friend

The one I thought was true.

How can there be forgiveness?

After the lips of another had you.

My day hath turned to darkness

My sunshine hath turned to rain.

Joy hath turn to sorrow

And sorrow into pain.

“OH” broken heart!

What shall I do?

The one in whom I safely trusted,

She hath been untrue.

With trebling hands

Should I reach for another?

This sorrow that I feel

Can no other smother.

A repentant heart

My lover doth plea.

Guilty, guilty she crieth

Please forsake not me.

Much pride I hath swallowed

Much anger, much rage.

My emotions have me captive

Like a beast within a cage.

“OH” to love again

The one whom I once loved.

Can my heart be forced?

Can ones love be shoved?

With forgiveness asked for

And forgiveness given.

Can one who has a dead heart

Exist among the living?

“OH” to feel alive again

How I wish it with my soul.

How can that which was one flesh

Be made to feel whole?

 

 

Rivers of Water

 The rivers of water, so graceful and fair

Remind me of a woman with long, flowing hair

Sometimes lake blue eyes, sometimes sea green
It’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen

As she flows from the mountains through the valleys and trees
Twisting and winding her way to the seas

Her proportion so comely, her water so sweet
A drink from her fountain is as when newlyweds meet

So calm and still on a warm Summer’s day
But when she gets tempestuous you best stay away

I swim in her on a hot summer night
I watch the moon’s reflection and glimmers of light

Her song is the sound of a soft, trickling brook
As I sit on her banks reading a book

I watch her and wonder from whence she is found
With amazement I consider where she is bound

What blessed gifts she bestows on us all
With her life-giving water to the great and the small

As we partake of her beauty, running wild and free
What if without her—where would we be?

 

What God hath promised.

God hath not promised skies always blue.

Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;

God hath not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day, Rest for our labor, light for the way,

Grace for the trials, help from above,

Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

by Annie Flint after she lost her new born baby.

   REMEMBER THE BLESSINGS
              by Evangelist Dan Manka
1.  Jesus has promised He will give if we ask.
He is willing to provide what we need for His task.
He’s ready to answer. Each request He will heed.
He wants to give us whatever we need.
2.  The Lord has promised to give if we love
The delightful Saviour, Who came from above.
He’s ready to give us our godly desire.
He wants our hearts warmed with a spiritual fire.
3.  The Lord has asked us to sing and to shout.
He hasn’t called us to grieve or to pout.
Stay far away from a sinful old ploy.
Isaiah has told us to live life with joy.
4.  The wells of salvation refresh us each day.
As with joy we trust and go on our way.
Believe on the Saviour and do His good will.
God’s desire is to bless us and our cups He will fill.

 

*GOD SAYS THAT HE LOVES US*
by Evangelist Dan Manka

1.  GOD SAYS THAT HE LOVES US
WHAT WONDERFUL NEWS
TO KNOW THAT HE SEES US,
BOTH GENTILES AND JEWS.
HE SAYS HE WILL CLEANSE US
IF WE COME TO HIS SON.
HE’S ABLE TO SAVE NOW
ALL WHO WILL COME.

WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT WE HAVE BOTH SEEN AND HEARD.
WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT’S PENNED IN GOD’S WORD.
WE MUST TELL OF OUR SAVIOUR
BOTH HERE AND ABROAD.
WE’LL TELL OF THE LOVE
OF OUR WONDERFUL GOD.

2.  GOD SAYS THAT HE MADE US
IN THE IMAGE OF GOD.
HE SAYS THAT HE’S WITH US
DOWN HERE ON THIS SOD.
HE’S THE ONE WHO CREATED
THE GENTILE AND JEW.
HE WANTS TO REDEEM
A SINNER LIKE YOU.

WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT WE HAVE BOTH SEEN AND HEARD.
WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT’S PENNED IN GOD’S WORD.
WE MUST TELL OF OUR SAVIOUR
BOTH HERE AND ABROAD.
WE’LL TELL OF THE LOVE
OF OUR WONDERFUL GOD.

3.  GOD SAYS THAT HE SAVES US
WHEN WE CALL ON HIS NAME.
HE CHANGES AND MOLDS US
SO WE’RE NEVER THE SAME.
HE SAYS HE WILL BLESS US.
OH, PRAISE HIS DEAR NAME.
HE SAYS HE WILL TAKE US
WHEN HE COMES AGAIN.

WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT WE HAVE BOTH SEEN AND HEARD.
WE CANNOT BUT SPEAK
WHAT’S PENNED IN GOD’S WORD.
WE MUST TELL OF OUR SAVIOUR
BOTH HERE AND ABROAD.
WE’LL TELL OF THE LOVE
OF OUR WONDERFUL GOD