GOD’S BOOK OF LOVE

I am just an old grandfather

As everybody knows.

Of course, they know I stumble

And stagger and it shows.

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Nothing in my hands I bring

To offer or to give.

Simply to this clause I cling,

My life, my love to live.

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Forever through my poetry

My stories and my song.

This old, decrepit soldier

Has lived his life along.

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The sluggish path of hardship

That makes one hard and strong

Says nothing to embellish

Just join the hardship throng.

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This someone called to help me

It was just a simple prayer.

The prayer was providential

For you see God was there.

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A wonderful granddaughter

Prayed this prayer for me,

Find her in God’s book of love

That lasts eternally!

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Sam Cox 12.05.03

NOT LEAVING HOME TO SEE THE WORLD

I am leaving this world; I am going home!

A change must first take place

Whether dust to dust or to ashes. (*)

There is nothing left to trace.

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Man cannot always salvage,

Recycle, or amend.

All he can dare is say a prayer

Then to the hereafter send!

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Which, of course, is really nothing

For man has not the say.

God alone can read the timer

That tells us yea or nay.

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So when the yea comes time I will sing,

I will belt it out for real!

I will sing “Hallelujah glory,”

For that is how I will feel!

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The laughing angels gathering

Will sing along with me.

Of course, they know the song by heart

Whatever it will be!

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The Savior hears our song and smiles;

Another saint has come.

How precious in my sight they are

I love them every one!

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Like, you are either a saint or you ain’t!

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(*) Sorry DNA excluded.

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Sam Cox 01.8.04

GRIEF – BLISS

We have all been there, bereavement time.

Grief stricken faces long,

A child is killed, car accident

A deeply hurting mom!

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We really dig for comfort words

So awkward but we tried.

We even prayed a comfort prayer,

So helpless, the child died!

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Our hearts wrung out, “Dear God, what gives?”

Do all things work for good?

This lovely child her life snuffed out!

This cannot be as it should!

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“You love the little children, Lord,

Well, I love this one, too!

But now she is gone, a better place?

So now what do I do?”

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It may sound trite but no less true,

She is in a better place!

She is there while you look forward to

God’s consummative grace!

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Yes, we have all been there, the place of grief.

No “Happy Hunting Ground.”

The hunter has been hunted down

Now he is heaven-bound!

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The kindness of our God, through grief

Do not underestimate!

The briefest day of suffering then

Sweet bliss beyond that gate!

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Oh yes, you had the right words, A better place!

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San Cox 05.06.03

NOT FOR SALE

My poetry is love, love is not for sale.

I give it away.

Whether accepted or not I still trust it

As a gift to say

What I want!  When I pray I do not choose words

To make prayer sound good,

(If I do at times it is not acceptable)

As sincere prayer should

Be a happy, angry, or embittered cry

A cry from the heart.

A cry that makes mute the sounds of nature’s song

Inviting joy to depart!

So, the, words of my song, though brash, brazen,

Or crude will have to do.

Accept or reject or shrug it off, it is done!

Response?  Up to you!

I care not.  Yes, I do!  Your response to

One so insecure

Is important!  I so dislike rejection!

I cannot long endure

The slight of scorn, the mocking, though subdued,

Hurting just a bit

Can never change my mind.  For this is my gift of

Love, this is my gift!

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Sam Cox 05.13.03

BARNABAS

She said “You did not cry when your eyelids dropped.

You did not go ‘boo-hoo’ to everyone.

You gave your car away to your fine grandson

Looked like your life on earth was done!”

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She said “That did not stop you, you got better.”

Reminded me that I kept writing stuff.

I kept reading, kept on praying, and got better!

I said I would keep on writing until He said “Enough!” (*)

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She said, well you know, she made me feel much better.

When we got through talking I felt great!

Made me feel more like life was worth the living,

From now on I am flying!  No slow freight!

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All these poems that I write I know she reads them.

Remembers, like, the word presumption.

Remembered from a previous one, she liked it,

Well, do not you know this guy too can dream some!

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Words like these can lift a guy high, you know, skyward!

Such words do not come too often anymore!

This granddaughter’s name, I think, is Barnabas,

Encourager, think I will call back some more!

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Another thing she told me, “Keep on praying!”

Helps me to go to sleep at night.

God knows and cares, wants me to care, also!

That is why you are in my prayers, feels so right!

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(*) God

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Sam Cox 06.19.04

READ THE SCRIPTURES

I cried, I prayed then faith took hold!

I thought, “Perhaps a wee bit bold,”

But no!  I realized we were told;

To boldly come!  (Hebrews 4:16)

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“Faith” the “substance,” this we know,

“Of things we hope for,” here below,

“The evidence” will surely show

As we boldly come!  (Hebrews 11:1)

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We may not see immediately

The “evidence” of “faiths” decree,

But as we pray persistently

And boldly come—

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He honors us and then the song

Of victory we sing along!

The song may not ‘sound off’ too strong

But boldly come!  (Hebrews 10:19)

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The enemy presents his dirge

Of subtle doubts, we feel the surge!

But faith then counters with the urge

To boldly come!

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We boldly come and make our plea

Accept by faith and constantly

Keep praying then unceasingly

And pray some more!  (Colossians 4:2)

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We are promised answers as we pray!

And so throughout the doubt-filled day

Perhaps with fasting as we pray

And pray some more!  (Ephesians 6:18)

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The attitude of prayer persists

Of this the life in Christ consists!

The call to prayer, do not resist!

“Abide in Christ.”

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We are scripture-bound to ask, believe,

Improbable to doubt conceive! (*)

This message from The Lord receive;

“Abide in Me.”  (John 15:4)

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(*) He will do His part and answer.

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(Look up and read the scriptures!  For crying out loud

do you expect me to do all the work?  That is what I

thought, King James version, of course.  What else is there?)

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SHC 06.02.03

A THANK YOU FROM HEAVEN

A hand kept me from bleeding to death

The hand on top of my head.

The tender touch but firm on my wound

Otherwise I would be dead!

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Subconsciously I could hear your prayer,

That considered my demise,

A fervent prayer for my soul’s welfare,

So it was no real surprise.

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When I woke up here and recognized

Your voice from that prayer below.

Though still subconscious I said, “Yes,” to Christ

And salvation I came to know!

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I lived down there long enough to write

A thank you to my friends. (*)

In heaven now we meet with awe

In a friendship that never ends!

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(*) A note in a local Ohio paper that we anticipated,

watched for, and soon found.  We were in route to California.

A short statement thanking “the unknown friends” that saved her.

The three other occupants in the car were dead when we arrived

on the scene.

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(Why did I write this ‘from heaven’?  Maybe is just my natural longing,

the older I grow, more surely I know that I am just passing through!

Or maybe it is so close I feel, like, I am almost there.)

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Sam Cox 07.14.03