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Thu, May 17th - 12:36PM
DIARY OF A PRODIGAL
The portion of father’s goods,
That fell to me,
I took from his hand,
As my heart fluttered with glee!
I barely said,
A swift goodbye,
As I left his presence,
With my head held high.
I had obeyed his commands,
For much too long.
Now all I had on my mind,
Was wine, women, and song!
When I had bidden farewell,
To my mother earlier in the day,
Her face showed much pain,
And she had little to say.
But, she held me close to her,
As her eyes filled with tears.
That tender scene, my Friend,
Will haunt me for years.
Well, as long as I had money,
I was never without a friend.
But, once I’d wasted it all,
Our friendship came to an end.
Now I’m feeding hogs,
And it’s a disgraceful chore.
I sure don’t remember,
Ever being this hungry before.
Even the husks from the corn,
Look appealing to me.
A way out of this mess,
I certainly can’t see.
The stench from the hog pen,
Is making me feel sick.
One thing for sure,
I must do something quick.
I wasn’t meant to be a hog farmer,
This I surely know.
So, with my last bit of strength,
To my father I will go.
“Father, I have sinned,”
To him I will say,
“I’ll do all I can,”
“My debt to repay.”
“I’ve put my foolish pride,”
“Up on a shelf.”
“For back there in that hog pen,”
“I finally came to myself.”
I’ll say, “Let me be your servant.”
“I’m not worthy to be your son.”
“I want to make amends,”
“For the terrible things I’ve done.”
Ah, but my father is hugging and kissing me.
It is such a touching sight,
As he readily assures me,
That everything is all right!
Now I’m rejoicing!
I’m back where I belong!
I’ve peace in my soul,
And in my heart is a song!
As I see the welcoming smile,
On my father’s face,
I have finally learned,
The meaning of grace!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007
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Fri, May 11th - 2:08PM
A PATTERN FOR ME
I thank God for the influence my precious mother has had
on my life.
She gave her heart to God when I was just a small boy many years ago.
I never saw her smoke a cigarette or heard her swear.
Life wasn’t easy being a tenant farmer’s wife.
But, she relied on God!
When her children were sick she would ask God to heal them
. We didn’t have the finer things in life.
However, there was never a question in my mind that my mother loved me.
Since we live many miles apart,
I don’t get to see her very often.
However, my love for her has never diminished.
The blessed truth,
I learned in my youth,
Sustains me yet today!
For I was taught,
I must be blood-bought,
And walk the Straight and Narrow Way!
My precious mother,
More than any other,
Was a positive influence on me.
In a world of sin and strife,
Her Godly life,
Was plain for all to see!
She was always there,
With intercessory prayer,
When she knew I was in need!
When my faith grew weak,
The Holy Ghost would speak,
With a message I must heed!
Many years have gone by,
But I still rely,
On the prayers she prays for me!
Her desire still today,
Is that in every way,
I’ll be the man God wants me to be!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007
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Fri, May 4th - 9:19AM
CAST YOUR CARES ON HIM!
I can't see the burdens you carry,
As I greet you every day.
I haven't seen the tears you cried,
Along life's rugged way.
I don't know how many nights,
You have felt alone and blue,
When you longed within your heart,
For someone to comfort you.
But, I too have had some heartaches.
Yes, of trouble I've had my share.
And I've experienced lonely moments,
When noone seemed to care.
But, since I've met the Master,
When things get sad and grim,
I just whisper His precious name,
As I share my thoughts with Him!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007
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Wed, May 2nd - 12:15PM
FLOWER POWER!
The lovely daffodill
Usually will,
Be blooming when Easter draws near!
The arrival of Spring,
Makes my heart want to sing,
Thank God for this time of year!
The fragrance of a rose,
Is pleasant to one's nose.
Its beauty is especially rare!
Quite often a bouquet,
Is sent to say,
I miss you and I still care!
Carnations in pink, red, and white,
Are a beautiful sight!
I've even enjoyed them in yellow, green, and blue!
They sure brighten your day,
When you've had a hospital stay,
And there isn't much you can do!
Now I've often heard,
A picture is worth a thousand words.
But, Friend please take note.
When there's a message to convey,
In a special way,
Flowers get my vote!
Robert F. Dotson© 2007
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Tue, May 1st - 11:38AM
IT’S MY GREATEST DESIRE!
For wealth, honor, or fame,
Or a flashing marquee,
Displaying my name.
If I know my own heart,
My greatest desire,
Is to have my cup running over,
With Holy Ghost fire!
Now, some folks may laugh,
And call me a fool,
And say with disdain,
“He’s from the old school.”
But, if I can feel Your presence,
Each time that I pray,
They will hear me rejoicing,
As I go on my way!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007
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