Sam Cox

A LONGING FOR

In Heaven, Jesus on March 25, 2015 at 2:24 pm

I am leaving a legacy not

Appreciated yet.

Might forever be unknown

But by my mindset—

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It is not all that important,

What is important I know

Is when I get to heaven,

I have left something to show—

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My kin, grandchildren, great grand

Children, when I am gone.

Something worthwhile they can read

Lift them up than upon!

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Something reminiscent of

Jesus and His love,

Reminiscent of the Scripture

That lifts our thoughts above—

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The mundane, the frivolous

In contemplation, true,

Of that which satisfies more

Than what we can do!

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I do not want them visiting some

Shrine made from a grave,

I am alive, I am up here!  Not

Down there, not some slave—

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To the chemistry of change

Nothing down there can remind

You of what it is like in heaven

Or what I have left behind.

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Sure, it was pleasant do not you know,

The church that used to be

The many friends, the fellowship,

The love of family…

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Yes, of course, I miss all that

But it is permanent up here!

And all our songs are new now

With no semblance left of fear!

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Many times I can remember,

When the fellowship below

Left a fragrant taste of heaven

Made me long for do not you know.

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S .H. Cox 10.8.05

WORKS FOR ME II

In Christ, Heaven, Lord, Pray, The King on March 24, 2015 at 3:21 pm

My love for money is no more!

What good can money bring?

Cannot buy my way to heaven or

Cannot bribe my Lord and King!

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“Your money perish with you!”

That is what I would hear Him say,

For wealth is more that burdensome,

Forgotten how to pray!

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No, money is not my problem,

I just need to do my thing!

Some men have to preach The Word

While some just have to sing!

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So I just have to write a poem!

And write some more, it flows.

Some read, some do not!  It matters little,

I need to write, just grows!

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Believe I will keep it up until

Christ come but then, I guess,

When I cannot lift a pen no more,

Type, I must confess.

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What then?  Guess my life Is over?

What more can I do?

Oh God, forgive (I have preached it often)

I will pray!  Yes, pray to You!

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Nothing, not much left you say,

To pray is that the best?

Compared to a fine table set,

Pray!  It is no contest!

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“Praying always with all prayer

And supplication,” too

Whatever else, may have in mind,

Prayer!  Far best for you!

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S. H. C. 10.6.05

THAT WIND THAT BLOWS

In Christian, God on March 23, 2015 at 2:21 pm

Outlandish grammar, improper spelling

Cannot a writer make.

Yet I presume to compose poetry

I guess it is called give or take!

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Give an inch and take a mile

It matters not, this I do.

Whether it is right or whether it is wrong

Whatever I say, it is true!

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In my own eyes, take it or leave it,

Debate it if you desire.

If it is worth debating give it a go,

But I am sure you will soon tire!

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Of doing nothing, nothing worthwhile

Except to prove that I am right!

In my assertion that what I am saying

May not seem too bright!

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You be the judge, make your decision,

“To be or not to be.”

It either is, or if not, it is not

Now that is quite plain to see!

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But there are things cannot see at all,

The wind, that cooling breeze!

At times it comes up pretty strong,

A whistling through the trees!

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Soon strong enough the tree is gone!

Uprooted, just splinters left!

Houses flattened, torn to pieces,

Families left bereft!

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God works in mysterious ways

Make no mistakes, He is there!

Cannot see Him or that wind that blows

Deliberate, compare!

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S H Cox 10.5.05

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