WHAT IF

Not what but Who created

The worlds and space without end.

Not what but Who stands by us

Always quick to defend!

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What, suppose you, would happen

If God withdrew His care?

Look out into black darkness and see

Nothing, nothing out there!

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No sun.  No moon.  We are spinning

Completely out of control!

A growing, roaring as we

Approach the blackest black hole!

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What, suppose you, would happen

No heaven, no hell at all?

No retribution rewarding,

No God on whom to call?

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We cry out, “Oh God,” or “My God,”

Most times we know not why.

Could it be that subconsciously

We are afraid and want to hide?

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There is a heaven!  There is a Hell!

Both were created, you know!

One for repentant believers,

Satan goes down below!

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No hiding place from God, you know!

One thief repentant, one not!

To one, “Meet Me in heaven today!”

The other received his lot!

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There is no intermediate!

No western front, all quiet.

“I do not know Him,” but the other one,

Well, it is either heaven or riot!

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Sam Cox 06.16.04

REMEMBER ME

Has a healthy respect for hand-grenades,

Sure, I knew what one could do!

Truth is, I survived 3 grenade blasts

Just a foot away, it is true!

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A slight knoll separated me from him,

The enemy what am,

Cowardly me, I just threw a grenade,

Then one came back at old Sam!

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Two can play, long as grenades last.  As it came, I slid back

But got hung up by a small tree, exploded but a foot from me!

Had, like, made myself small, hands on helmet, so near – went off!

Explosion sure picked me clear up!  Consider, no time to scoff!

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I crawled up to that knoll again and tossed another grenade.

Guess what?  Another came back at me, course it is why they are made!

Then I saw Rocky behind that bush there.  Did I say, “Hated me, like, sin?”

“Got a grenade?”  I asked him real nice.  “Tossed my own,” said with a grin!

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“From where you are it will hit that tree limb,” I warned, but he tossed it anyway!

It did, sure it came sailing back at me!  What is  left to say?

Sure, slithered back same tree-ling again.  Covered up, guess what?  It went boom!

How many booms can a soldier survive?  Was I boasting too soon?

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Remember this, when your friends are enemies

Just hard to keep a kicking

And when the real ones do surround

Bound to take a licking.

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But I survived, sure God’s protection!

It is the best, a sure thing!

If not a believer, do not count on it

Just a doubting ding-a-ling!

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So many close calls, the guys began

Calling me, Sky Pilot and Rev!

Not reverend could be uncertainty

Presuming a doubt of me.

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Though a new respect I could now sense,

Strange how combat seems to draw

Thoughts of many upward revealing

Connection in the raw!

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Thoughts flow to the cross, thieves on either side

Of  The Perfect One.

One kept cursing but the other repentant!

Pleads with the crucified Son!

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Remember me!

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The Sam  03.26.12