BEEN THERE DONE THAT

I have done near all with not much left, the diving helmet thing.

Pearl diving, too, and from a high cliff just for the thrill it would bring.

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Diving from planes from way up high and low, just 300 feet. (*)

Jumping with a parachute, of course, the landings not always sweet!

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I have shot at and been shot at some very close calls, I think.

The auto accidents, of course, and spent time in the clink.

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I have hitchhiked practically every state, had problems with many a dog.

Killed one, broke the jaw of another, and many times high on grog.

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Spent time with gloves in the ring; won some, got beat up, too.

Gambled some, near lost my shirt, lucky to leave with my shoe.

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Railroad, paint gang, (D. C. H. & S.) been there done that, too. (**)

Climbed a thousand foot cliff straight up, just for something to do.

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Slept on a grave in a church graveyard, ten cents in my pants was all.

Darkest night then saw a bright light!  This time I heard the Lord’s call!

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So I have preached to saints and sinners alike, buried and married a bunch.

Now I am retired and writing this stuff and three times a day I do lunch.

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But that is not all I have, I have so much more; The Lord is leading me still!

With a lovely wife, family, and friends, and a mansion over the hill!

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So “come and go with me to my Father’s House…”

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(*)  Actually 250 feet, combat jump

(**) Dining car and hotel service.

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Sam Cox 08.12.03

HEAVEN AWAITS

Come with me to that city

Or country but who’s to know?

All I know it is far grander

Than anything we have to show!

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Beauteous with angels guiding

Heavens hosts lead the way.

Oh my God may I be worthy!

Heaven, home, there to stay!

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Can any be counted worthy?

Is that city there for free?

Who then is worthy to enter?

Yes, I will enter sinner saved, me!

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Have you ever seen an angel?

Nor have I!  A few have been

That conditioned in the spirit

When he shows such peace is seen.

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Frank and I doubled in brass

Wally most beautiful violin.

We were chosen, Central Bible Institute,

Professor Stokes led us in.

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Many churches he had preached in,

Like, evangelistically!

Throughout our vacation time

Many prospects gathered we.

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Many others promised,

We could not find or see.

Soon the Army called and

We were no longer free.

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Sam Cox 09.10

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

HEAVEN III

To make a poem less than my best

Would be, like, robbing God.

This gift He gave me not my own

To you, I can afford.

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The imperfections I cannot blame

On Him.  They are my own!

Too much of self gets in the way,

They are my mistakes alone.

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As a minister, my smiles were scarce,

As if I could not show joy,

My poetry now is so much so

But words are hard to employ.

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The joy that I feel deep inside

That incites these words I pen,

As though He were my very own

A love hard to comprehend!

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Where does this love for Him come from?

I think of Him, tears fall!

Remembering a time I stood far off,

With a sort of fear, that is all!

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So what is it now?  There was a change,

Of course, saved log ago,

But I did not know Him as I do now!

We do not stay small we grow!

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Growth it is!  He is my personal friend!

When dying, He died for me!

Cannot wait to kneel at His feet above

Smile on His face I will see!

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As a pastor, I preached for many years.

These are my sermons now,

To let these thoughts die in my heart

No way!  Cannot allow!

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The love that I feel so hard to express,

Tears of joy you cannot see!

When I think of the true reality there

Yes!  Joy enough there for me!

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Yes, I will meet you I the morning over there.

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Sam Cox 5.31.05

REMEMBERING PART II

Yes, I remember my conversion,

A tent meeting early in life,

I am standing outside, eyes on fire!

Horizon sliced like a knife!

 

 

A boy, same age, confronted me,

Said something about the flames,

Reminiscent of  H e l l  I assumed

I then preached without shame!

 

 

I led the lad to the tent then

The alter there was still full!

We knelt together, first convert,

Seemed with God I had  p u l l(?)

 

 

Later, I believe, I  l o s t  it!

Wanted to do my own thing,

Back and forth it was up and down

Guess I needed a fling.

 

 

Guess that is what I wanted so I did it,

Saw the country my way!

Transgressor’s way is hard!  I kept going!

Hitch-hiking  m a n y  a day!

 

 

From ocean to ocean, crossed many streams,

Mountains, yes, rivers, et al.

Ozarks, Badlands, The Black Hills, too.

Rockies, yes, mountains still call!

 

 

Then the big war, fought as First Scout,

Yes, God had His hand on me!

Powerful prayers of my mother back home,

Consummate blessings now free!

 

 

I obeyed God’s call to preach The Word!

Married a wife somewhere.

Evangelistly on request

Place to  p r e a c h,  sure, I am there!

 

 

Of course, God supplied all our needs,

We never once suffered want!

Desires of our hearts, yes that,  t o o.

Need something?  Come to the Fount!

 

 

We came, God blessed  e x c e e d i n g l y!

From son, two daughters, a tribe!

Grand and great grandchildren galore!

Which I love best, cannot decide!

 

 

Do not you know that that’s God’s love for us?

Could I ever suffer loss?

Do not need to!  Jesus died for us  a l l!

Horrible death of the  c r o s s!

 

 

Sam Cox  05.08.09

WHO KNOWS?

The rambunctious past?  I did it all!

Reiterate?  No!  Just believe!

Space travel, scientist?  Nothing like that!

But earth?  What more to conceive?

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A scholar of travel, take it in!

Rough and tumble!  Delight!

Hitchhiked the states, tumbled each sea!

Plus the Indian Ocean!  That’s right!

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Atlantic, Pacific, many seas!

English Channel, what else?

No!  I did not swim all these waters!

Sri Lanka, too warm for me.

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But brother and I swam it anyhow!

Indian Ocean, a bit too warm!

Ceylon, I prefer it that way!

Do not think it could bring it harm!

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The harm involved, monsters of the deep!

Judging from what we found

In our pockets once on shore,

Baby black snakes abound!

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Pockets emptied, watched as they slithered

Up the sand toward mother!

Ashamed to recall, we laughed at her fear!

Self and my older brother!

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“They are harmless!”  I yelled as she moved away!

Huge something gave them birth!

Were they harmless?  Do not know.  Do not care to know.

To discover, surely not worth.

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Sea serpents, some small, some huge!

Humongous denizens of the deep!

Could they crush, swallow?  Maybe both?

Do not auction them off, too cheap!

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No other swimmers in that warm bath

Waters tipped down sudden depth.

Suppose God watched over both of us?

To present 90 He has kept!

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90-plus years He has kept me,

But what purpose suppose?

I preached the Gospel most everywhere,

Now poetry I propose!

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Suppose?

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Sam Cox  06.01.09

2 LIFE STORIES

Venturesome suppose the young can do it,

5 churches, 3 years, I live to prove it!

High cost of driving, this alone spent

Salary I made, surely a big dent!

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No luxuries afford, what is left to say,

New car every 3 years, pay as we pray.

Many dirt roads then tough on the tires,

Scenery not bad and sometimes inspires!

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“Can you dig it?”  Sorry that is old army.

Now at 94 nothing alarms me.

I fought in that war, lead a patrol,

Later preached 9 churches, not too droll.

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Exciting to say the least!  And much, much more!

Much to write about!  Did I live before?

Speed on those dirt roads!  Protection for sure!

2 years of that all a car could endure!

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A daughter now near fifty and some,

Grade school back then and when it was done

High school, Ventura, Clyde Beatty, I knew.

Wild animals trained, the tigers true!

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Visited often!  Died, had his funeral then,

Good man but Christian?  Just do not know. (*)

Can only hope that I will see him there, but

Without wild animals as below.

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After Ventura I pastored one more church,

Making 9 all told, sure a 3-year man

Most of them small, Ventura newer, large

30 years pastoring.  You just do what you can!

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No regrets through it all, well maybe one,

Retired then salesman, contributive?  None.

If I had kept on pastoring, preaching task,

A better example for my son!

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Praying each day, Dear Lord, “Forgive.”

Cannot do over, one life here to live.

I know He forgives, but can I forget.

Heaven, forever remembering yet?

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(*) To me shame!

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The Sam 12.12.12