FORGETFUL ME

No matter how perfect the situation

There is always some fly in the soup.

I should have learned that a long time ago

Before I, like, flew the coop!

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Contrariwise whatever the picture

A straightening can be done.

Something that can be learned from it all

Then back to, like, having fun!

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Or whatever your posture was before

Not to say, fun is bad!

Work makes for better accomplishment!

Best antidote for sad!

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Deliverance from evil, “Thine is the Kingdom,”

Power, glory forever!

While I am struggling, God is protecting

And will He leave me?  Never!

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That is not to say that I am close to perfection,

Can perfection ever be?

Nearest I can get to that station is

When He is close to me!

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But then has He not promised to never leave?

Keeps that promise, it is true!

So if it should seem that He is far away

The one who has left is you!

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There is only one way to get back to Him,

Since I am the recalcitrant one,

I need kneel at that cross!  Sob at His feet!

God’s one crucified Son!

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They surely foresaw Him crucified in the

Old Testament days long past.

Job’s prediction, “I know My Redeemer lives!

And I will see Him at last!” (*)

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What then about my Savior and Lord?

I now see Him suffering for me

It is not pity alone, though He took my place

On that cruel cross tree!

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Will my ardor for Him ever cool down?

Of course!  Just humanity!

So prone to forget until I see that cross

And know what He did for me!

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(*) Job 19:23-27 read it

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Me 05.25.10

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