An Eternal Rest & Promised Land

Is the Sabbath the rest that's blessed
Is the Promised Land what is best
No, none of them is our true rest
Another day remains our quest

Moses did not give Israel rest
Though they kept Sabbath, no contest
Joshua also gave no rest
Though the Promised Land they possessed

So Sabbath and land gave no rest
An eternal land is the quest
With diligence enter that rest
Draw near to God; keep what's confessed

Hebrews 3 & 4

I Feel Sorry for the Snob

I feel so sorry for the snob
Who thinks he's the best of the mob
When the best's often quite unseen
Someone that he might just demean

First there's the intellectual snob
Whose arrogance himself does rob
He's blinded by ability
And lacking in humility

And then there is the wealthy snob
Who lives at ease while others sob
A life with fake friends who will leave
If he goes broke; he's so naive

And last there is the status snob
Who can't see past the world's snow job
Royalty and Hollywood fake
Are roads to personal heartache

Humility is the best way
For we'll all face the judgment day
Just like the grass we'll soon be gone
And snobbery is just a con

You Speak to Me

You speak to me Through ev'ry tree
And blade of grass That I can see
For who You are Shouts ev'ry star
Your hand does pass Both near and far

Even the bird Lives by Your word
And Your Spirit My conscience stirred
As I permit Your Holy Writ
I must admit You speak through it

Four Boys

We rushed to hospital; Our baby was coming

And little by little; The idea was numbing

Oh, small human being; What do we do with you

He's crying and screaming; And we don't have a clue
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

The next one came early; With some complications
And not quite as burly; But filled expectations
He was the diplomat; But fought with a pick ax
Should have worn a hard hat; For such youthful impacts
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

The next was born at home; Mother's easiest birth
Had musical syndrome; Played drums with gleeful mirth
Graduating college; With musical degree
And with rhythmic knowledge; A programmer is he
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

Our fourth son had it tough; His mother hemorrhaged
The birth was really rough; She almost disengaged
But now he's a gamer; Because he loves to play
And he's a good saver; Saves for that rainy day
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

Cocky and Doodle

Cocky and Doodle, neither lays
One attacks; the other I praise
Cocky I feed by hand each day
Doodle? I stay out of his way

Cocky is nice; Doodle is not
The hens like Cocky quite a lot
Poor Doodle often sleeps alone
And his sad life I do bemoan

So, you can choose what life to lead
The way you act will plant a seed
Be nice and you will reap what's sown
Be mean and you will sleep alone

Love

Don't be over-extravagant
Things are insignificant
And riches are unimportant
Love, and be a participant

Don't be harsh and unrepentant
Love others, don't be reluctant
Greed is rather irrelevant
Love is what's really triumphant

Bad leadership is malignant
Good leadership is attendant
Bad leaders are a pollutant
But good leaders are repentant

For all people are relevant
And peace between us is pleasant
And love is always tolerant
Yes love makes a people radiant

Butterfly

Outside I saw a butterfly
How do you exist, little guy?
Some say you're just an accident
The arrogance is ignorant

You must be part of a design
The evidence we must assign
Not to a fluke, not to good luck
But a plan that leaves us awestruck

A Tiny Little Bird

I walked out my door and I saw
A tiny little bird pecking seeds for its craw
How in the world do you survive
Who taught you to fly and how do you even thrive

And in winter where do you stay
And who wrote all of the code for your DNA
And foolish men say there's no God
That belief in a designer is just a fraud

How unscientific they are
To ignore all the evidence they've seen so far
To say that given enough time
The mathematically impossible will rhyme

You Got Your Knickers in a Twist

Dear friend, why did you go away
I heard you got your knickers in a twist today

Hurtful remarks are here to stay
Let's not get in a snit when offense comes our way
Don't forget we're all made of clay
And people say stupid things ev'ry single day
We must overlook what they say
Don't we all need a little grace along the way?

Is this like a three act ballet?
It happens three or four times a year in replay

Act 1 A few months you're away
Act 2 You come back and we hope you're gonna stay
Act 3 An offense comes your way
Because of one person you leave us in dismay
Are we like dust in an ashtray?
Do you hate us, to treat us like a throwaway?

Absquatulate

I hope you won't absquatulate
When sermons overcomplicate
We're trying to communicate
And hope we don't exasperate

Do you sit uncomprehending
Are we overdocumenting
Sledgehammering phrasemongering
Doctrine supersaturating