Remembering a time when I was young,
When climbing trees was so much fun.
For my Dad moved out of city, into the sticks-
As a kid I cared not, but me thinks God had me picked.
Anyway one day-came out my Uncle and Aunt
So exciting it was, to show off climbing trees like that…
Thought it was easy-but first one I went too,
Shimmied up and broke the branch-that I held unto.
Ouch’ I fell down straight on my back,
Embarrassed as I was…I did not like that!
Yes-on a small stump I fell…
Back bruised for show and tell.

Then I was 18, like it was yesterday-
I did the same thing, except jumped out of the tree…
The crowd saw me fall-but not on soft clay.
Yes Again…On a stump I fell-If I would have died that night…
I would of went straight to hell 🙁

But God spared, though I could not care-
3 broken vertebras 6 ribs through my lungs…
Drown in mine own blood unaware.
Electric charge to restart my heart-
3 times they tried with life support start,
And continued running while in my coma
I was in space by my self with deaths’ aroma.
I could see heaven and I could see earth,
But stuck with the stars-dark night was my birth.
Nowhere could I go-in the middle of nowhere I know
Dumbfounded the show, where was the show?
I could leave this place when I awake to go…
But I did wake up eventually-just still could not see,
All of what outer space simply had for me…
Yes still at will-not a damn thing,
But that’s ok-God again helped me escape!

Years more gone by-in Cleveland crack house,
In came the raid-to city jail we went out.
But O’ in the police car, I thought not far-
Had the bag of ectasy in my underwear pocket for me…
But did they check for drugs in there? I want not to see.
So down rolled the window thank you dear cop
And I threw out the bag-after swallowing a lot.
Once again, when will it end-in outer space to star-talking friends.
Hugging the concrete poles so much,
Was this all of it, the coma toast of love?

Well I’ve not been back there ever since
But has God a purpose for me, holding in suspense?
I think He may for there’s plenty of days-
So close to death again I so often came.
So my will just simply assume
back into the hole I so often fell into…
For me to jump back in and help others out-
There’s always plenty of room!

Creation speaks, outer space speaks,
Mother Nature speaks the same-
While God’s talking, I hear His voice…
Calling me the very same!
Thank You God, through Doctors and Nurses-
That You let me live and not to bad to worsen!
Now You help me heal through the process,
Of providing everything for me that’s costless!

I belong to You and I know Your beautiful voice-
Many rushing mighty waters-to listen I have no choice!
Yes thank You for speaking to me…
In Your blessed paradise-
My home of eternity…
From the dope house, to the Church house-
You have faithfully brought me!!!
🙂 🙂 🙂

I love books but the Only One Thing
Is the Love story of God, that to me brings:
Peace and Joy, Contentment to the full-
Like carrying a baby on a baby stroll.

That’s One Thing, that is more than a thing
Always blows my mind, with exciting dreams.
Though not regular dreams as when one sleeps,
Their the dreams of imagination-
That eternal relations keep.

This library daily I seem to walk into
Holding life barely by the Word of Truth.
This thing is a box I’m locked inside,
Never can I get out, It is the place I hide.

But there is always light on the inside,
That from the top it clearly shines.
When I look below I see nothing at all,
For the only place to go, is upward climbing the wall.

Neither can you see in the dark
But the speed of light ran, and has me marked.
Inside this box that happens to be a Book;
Instruction number one is just to simply look.

Then I learn, listen, and live-
No words of my own for you to give.
And no not at all am I ashamed of this,
Nothing belongs to me, I’m lucky to exist.

Though may I hear no luck in vocabulary
I’ll only fear God, but not a fear that’s scary.
Rather a love-try of mutual respect,
One that walks with me and never neglects.

A new life, a new mourn,
In a hidden concealed heart…
But always the same Christ,
Teaching my foolishness to be smart.

I just cannot get out of the Bible,
Shoe-tying knots… For a long while.
Walking into this Cannon of Truth,
Is yes and amen to all good that’s due.

Neer’ would I ever want to be released,
That for me is not a good thing.
I’ll stay chained, a slave of this Book,
Where I know Jesus saves every direction that I look 🙂

2-23-25

Same principle as-Dear John.
You are not leaving, So-I will!
You tell me so much-untrue,
So I am divorcing and leaving you!
Not married to you, nor addictions few-
You won’t go, won’t budge, So-I will move!

Though I have no idea how,
My learns of Jesus-He makes free,
Giving me rest… And He will best teach me,
How to defeat your homemade nest of Glee.
The one you built for years on end,
A false comfort-false feeling friend…
You was/is/am not who I thought-
You’re lying surviving, dread to me brought.

You can have me no more!
No reason any longer to fear myself,
For I don’t control me anymore -Jesus does!
Under His umbrella of Grace-
I’m found and completely safe!

Fear… whence comest thou?
I know not-though we are parting ways…
No evil to fear for the rest of my days!
No lies beside me-Jesus keeps them away,
Though around the bend you may sit at Bay-
I see thee far off and turn to you deaf ear,
You seek but don’t find… Your voice I cannot hear!

No words to you I have of my own,
Because Jesus true-builds me a new home!
You cannot have my kids, you cannot have my wife-
For you are dead my old cheating friend…
Because Jesus has ended your life!

I’ve already known fear,
Now it’s time to know God-
And fear cannot win because…

2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, of love, and of a sound of mind.

… This promised fact I trust and love!!!

Dear little me, I’m sorry I hurt you.
But I don’t wish to take it back-
Because God likes taking trash, and recycle/reform…
He Loves you more than ever. I do though wish
I could have told you that-
While you were still…A fine strapping-young lad!
You know what they say, A chip off the ol’ block…
You had no regrets…without even a pair of socks!
You were so happy! Please forgive me,
I’m 45 yrs. old now-but you’re still crying inside of me…
it’s kind of embarrassing sometimes young Timothy.
But it’s also ok, Because you’re facing all this
stuffed down in your past-where high enough couldn’t exist…
You know you can come out of the waiting room now young man.

You now have gone, from beer, TV, and the old lady,
To Beautiful wine, woman, and song-Even though it’s really just grape juice…
On high demand at her command!
It’s ok, I got to get back to work-I’ll speak more when I’m done.
But yet till…Thank you for forgiving me…That’s your Super Powers!
And it’s all A-ok, Please believe me-that Super Power is in you!
You wouldn’t want doubt to steal it away from you, would you?
No way! for you’ve finally found your Savior, Shepherd, and King…
Jesus Christ the Holy Righteous One-never let your bad go to far,
in anything.

Do wish though-I could of told you then,
But you know man…I knew not then myself.

Love-your wife and kids’ hero.

*The glory of children are their fathers*
*And a Virtuous wife is the crown to her husband*
…Holy Bible