IN PARADISE, EVEN ME

Thief on a cross, many more like him.

Converted by Christ from life of sin.

Repentant, he comes defensively

Plaintive the cry, “Remember me!”

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Without hesitation, “This very day,

Be home with Me, to live and to stay!”

Confess his sins?  Did not Jesus know?

Make restitution?  How could he go?

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Why do we make it so hard to enter?

Christ standing there, the very center

Says, “This day with Me!  My home above!”

So we are accepted, our home in love!

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He lets us know what He wants us to do.

Not cut and cooked, like, a bowl of stew.

Make it easier, like, walk in the park.

Do it by day, if afraid of the dark.

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Did it for me, cannot remember his name,

But up in heaven it will be the same.

Will not fault me for a bad memory,

Hey you up there in heaven I will see.

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I think of Mitch that twitching hand tells

Take to heaven cannot stand that hell!

A believer?  Yes, glad you made it, son!

War is over, that day is done!

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Cummerford, Floto, no neither one

But how should I know?  I am not God’s Son!

He died for everyone by that tree!

Praise God!  Oh yes, He died for me!

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S. H. C. 09.08.10

MATURING AT NINETY

The heat is on!  Cool summer, hot fall!

July is most of August most, et al.

So pleasant!  Could eat in the sun, enjoy!

Sun even pleasant, I recall, as a boy.

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Enjoying the sunshine but do not wish again.

Maturing at ninety disturbing but then

Recalling sweet pleasures, is it a sin?

I live a full life I am convinced.

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Convinced that the bumming around quite clear

I could not settle down but had nothing to fear

But fear itself!  On a rock coming down

Clinging one hand, cool head, got around!

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Cannot remember even fearing, as calmly with care,

Praying the next hold my God ever there!

Certain I could make it convinced the end

Not yet but could be just around the bend!

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Then around the bend first jump from a plane,

With 6 more pending, could I do it again?

Facing the combat I just could not miss

Dreading the Philippines, First Scout, no not bliss!

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False feeling of confidence, could this be the way?

The war, led patrol, new paths everyday!

The whittled down replacements back to 12.

Whittled down again, sometimes 4 not shelved.

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Still going!  My cobbers (*) I outlived them all!

Mitch the final, would not listen, knew the call.

Looking straight ahead picked one between the eyes!

I still cannot stand watching while one dies!

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A buddy tripped a landmine, I nearly turned sick.

Left side blown to kingdom, medic come quick.

Died on the way down so just as well,

Heart, lungs, innards all punctured!  Just where is hell?

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Can we picture this life without problems?  No!

Face that machinegun, go with the flow.

Hand twitching, help me!  Just no help around!

Not even buried naked was found!

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(*) A pal a chum

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S.H.C. 08.26.10

PAST FORGIVENESS

“Father, forgive them for they do not know…”

He prayed from that cross for sinner below!

Who tortured, tormented then nailed Him there!

Jesus, who did nothing but show His care!

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Untouchables, lepers He touched then and healed!

Could they not know what this action revealed?

The great God who heals, who raises the dead!

“Only wise God provides us with bread.”

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Provides us with comfort, rest, when required.

Mary and John from that cross inspired,

“Behold thy Son!  Receive they mother!”

Brothers and sisters with one another.

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Saw Him raise Lazarus, how could they not know?

This Jesus was God’s Son sent down to show

That believing on Him would mean their salvation!

As prophesied since Adam’s creation.

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His seed should bruise the ‘Serpents head’

As man’s heel shall be bruised instead.

As the struggle continues, we against Satan, contend!

Victory is ours, Satan’s loss in the end!

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With God deciding, how can we lose?

Just one way to lose when it is loss you choose.

But why would anyone chose such an end?

Understandably loss without a friend!

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But we have a friend in Jesus we see

His promise He keeps, “I will never leave thee!”

Any separation, you can surely tell.

Say yes to Satan, he will take you to Hell!

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Sam Cox 07.06.10

GAIN MORE MAKE WAR

What is it all about anyway?

What can we learn from life?

Nothing at all for the most of us.

Fun!  Make more money, strife!

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Strife shows up in the wars we fight.

So many killed for – gain?

Make war!  Get!  What else?  Rule the world!

Profit and loss the name!

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Love less, more war, beauty is pain,

More pain the beauty brings.

Then there is the war to end all wars!

Victory!  The heart sings!

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Not to forget the profit and gain

For this no end is in sight!

Gain the world, lose your own soul.

Idea?  Might is right!

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Money, “The love of…root of all evil!”

How can one fend this lust?

To gain all the wealth this world can boast

Then sigh as it burns to dust!

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Fun, a dizziness, “Let it all ride.”

The Ferris wheel of life!

Headache, the heartache then following

How can one end that strife?

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Except to love my Savior and Lord

More than all of these!

Exercise the prayer life much more!

Sometimes on bended knee!

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But then the posture does not matter

As the posture of the heart!

A posture weeping for souls of men

Somehow a forgotten part!

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Like, the “Go ye into all the world…”

Is this not why Christ died?

His purest longing for souls of men

Willing the crucified!

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Willing, no, eager to suffer the pain

To assuage our sorrow our loss,

To bear our sins, torment assured!

Torment!  That horrible cross!

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Suffering in Hell, could any forget?

Is it not what we deserved?

God claimed it!  He made it His own!

Eternally He conserved!

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“I am crucified with Christ nevertheless I live…”

Galatians 2:20

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Sam Cox 0614.10

GREAT IS THE LORD

Great is The Lord!  Can any be greater?

Worthy of praise, cannot you see?

The rocks and trees would cry out to honor

If man will not stoop, bend the knee!

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Maker of all space, the galaxies

Endless by Him contained!

Then made the man in His own image!

Beasts of the fields remain.

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Man alone can boast everlasting!

Created to walk with God!

As Enoch who “walked with God, and was not,

“For God took him,” aloft!

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Who else is perfect?  None of this earth.

Jesus, God’s Son, stands alone

Perfect Lamb of God, man’s sacrifice!

Who else could for sin atone?

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At one with God, “Through the blood of the Lamb.”

As pictured in Old Testament days

That lamb representing the Lamb of God

Whose blood was spilt for our ways.

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Our sinful ways, guilty!  Each one

Everyone sheer bound for hell!

Has Lucifer won?  No!  Jesus shed blood

Once applied can make all well!

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Not an over simplification this!  For

“Without the shedding of blood

There is no remission for sin,” at all!

Give thanks for the crimson flood.

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Truly flood it seemed for in days long past

Animals sacrificed.

Represented the sins of every nature all

Contained on that cross tree.

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Contained at last blood of The Lamb!

The Lamb of God who took

Every sin making possible that

All we need do is look!

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Look to The Lamb for cleansing from sin.

Appropriate!  This He has done!

Whatever fluid representing His blood

Completed for everyone!

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This is the blood of Christ, God’s Son,

To cleanse from unrighteousness

And fit us for heaven!  All who partake!

As we, our sins, confess!

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“If we confess our sins, He is faithful

And just to forgive and cleanse…”

And “the blood of Jesus Christ, God’s

Son, cleanses us from all unrighteousness.”

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Sam Cox  06.04.10

MY LOVING GOD

A loving God does not send

Anybody to hell!

Nor any soul for that matter.

Which is which?  Can you tell!

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We will know in heaven!  Spirit or soul?

The difference,  associate

Spirit, soul, and body we will know!

The difference, no debate!

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God does not send anywhere!

Truly everyone’s choice!

Your own choice, believe it or not!

How fair!  All have a voice!

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Respected your voice that is

Cursing, preaching He hears!

To preaching you can feel His amen!

Cursing just fear and tears.

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What then do you think He forgot,

Forgot to, like, make you rich?

You should be traipsing to the bank

Instead of, like, digging this ditch?

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“I am the master of my own fate!”

I captain my own soul!

Nobody tells me what to do,

All is under control!

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Instead I am in the soup kitchen

Of my God’s tenderest care!

Unworthy still He blesses,

With enough to give and share!

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What He gives is not returnable!

He keeps giving me more.

Gifts of Grace!  What more do I need,

Until that eternal shore?

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Forever and ever!  Believe it!

With God’s blessing and love!

What more can this soul ask for

Beyond that heaven above?

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Sam Cox, eternal, 05.20.10

AT LAST

My last poem, maybe I think.

Heart keeps a-pumping though had a kink.

Time ago, sure, slowed me down!

Very painful though that is from toe to crown!

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Wife can attest to my anguish when

I screamed loud, yes, it was painful, then

Resting some, easier now at 95,

Lived through a war, surprised I am alive!

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W. W. II in the islands afar

Squad of 12 cut down to 4 many times, par?

Who makes it?  Who gets it?  Nobody knows

And where to now?  Where the wind blows.

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“Where it listeth…”  Nor can we tell!

Just who will live through and who will go to Hell!

God had mercy I lived through that mess!

Then preached for thirty years, must confess!

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Better soldering than pastor, must confess,

Perfect score on rifle range the best.

God called me to preach, better at killing,

But then God took me in!  Message instilling!

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Worst of sinners!  I must confess!

God’s mercy saw me through every mess.

He let me live on through all these years

Answering all praying, mothers’ tears!

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Now unworthy still but this I can see

A place in heaven prepared for, yes, me.

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You may consider this boy presumptuous

Did not say I am good enough ever.

Remember a thief on a cross like His,

Did God send him to Hell?  Never!

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“If we confess our sins,” is He faithful

And just to forgive?

That is what He said, yes, I believe Him!

He wants me to live!

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With Him in His home!

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Me, the Sam and Yes, I am close at 95.  08.14