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GOD IS GOOD AND HIS MERCY ENDURETH FOREVER!
IN HIS SERVICE,
~Brother Bob~
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Heartfelt Poems
Brother Bob's Christian Poetry Potpourri,
Brother Bob's Poems From The Heart
From The Poet's Pen
HeartNotes Anthology
The King's Kid Inspirational Poetry
GOOD MORNING, LORD!
I got up this morning,
Set my feet down on the floor,
And started out walking,
As I had often done before.
I raised my eyes toward Heaven,
And I began to pray,
"Thank You very kindly Lord,"
"For giving me a brand new day!
"I know that I'm so unworthy,"
"Of Your mercy, love, and grace,"
"For as a sinner I shunned You,
"And cursed you to Your face."
"But, one night at an old-fashioned altar,"
"I knelt down in prayer,"
"And as tears streamed down my face,
"I found You waiting there!
"The load of sin I carried,"
"Had become such a part of me."
"But Jesus when You took it,
"I felt so wonderful and free!"
"Now I long to tell my story,"
"Wherever I may go,"
"For the precious blood of Jesus,"
"Has washed me white as snow!"
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
I MET THE MAN OF GALILEE!
Dear friend I prayed for you today,
And I asked the Lord above,
To touch you in a special way,
While showing you His love!
You see, I know the road you're traveling well,
For I walked there before.
I felt the pain
And though the memories remain,
It doesn't hurt any more!
I met the "Man of Galilee,"
Jesus is His name!
And since He saved and set me free,
I've never been the same!
I now walk The Straight and Narrow Way,
That leads to Heaven above!
Jesus is my Friend and Guide!
And I'm sheltered by His love!
Many people travel the broad way,
That leads to hell below.
They've never known one moment of peace
As they travel to and fro.
Old satan is their master
A cruel one is he.
Oh God, please help them find their way,
To the Man of Galilee.
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
A SONG FOR MY BELOVED!
God sent His only Son,
To Earth from Glory!
He bled and died,
Upon a rugged tree.
So, I want to joyfully tell,
The wondrous story,
Of how He broke sin’s chains,
And set me free!
Oh, I want to sing a song,
For my Beloved!
But, with mere words,
I cannot tell it all.
Oh, how my heart is stirred,
Down deep within me,
And my soul is ever,
Listening for His call!
Each day I live,
The time is drawing nearer.
When I shall come,
To the finish of life’s race.
Each step I take,
The way is growing clearer.
Soon I shall look,
Upon His blessed face!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
DIARY OF A PRODIGAL
The portion of father’s goods,
That fell to me,
I took from his hand,
As my heart fluttered with glee!
I barely said,
A swift goodbye,
As I left his presence,
With my head held high.
I had obeyed his commands,
For much too long.
Now all I had on my mind,
Was wine, women, and song!
When I had bidden farewell,
To my mother earlier in the day,
Her face showed much pain,
And she had little to say.
But, she held me close to her,
As her eyes filled with tears.
That tender scene, my Friend,
Will haunt me for years.
Well, as long as I had money,
I was never without a friend.
But, once I’d wasted it all,
Our friendship came to an end.
Now I’m feeding hogs,
And it’s a disgraceful chore.
I sure don’t remember,
Ever being this hungry before.
Even the husks from the corn,
Look appealing to me.
A way out of this mess,
I certainly can’t see.
The stench from the hog pen,
Is making me feel sick.
One thing for sure,
I must do something quick.
I wasn’t meant to be a hog farmer,
This I surely know.
So, with my last bit of strength,
To my father I will go.
“Father, I have sinned,”
To him I will say,
“I’ll do all I can,”
“My debt to repay.”
“I’ve put my foolish pride,”
“Up on a shelf.”
“For back there in that hog pen,”
“I finally came to myself.”
I’ll say, “Let me be your servant.”
“I’m not worthy to be your son.”
“I want to make amends,”
“For the terrible things I’ve done.”
Ah, but my father is hugging and kissing me.
It is such a touching sight,
As he readily assures me,
That everything is all right!
Now I’m rejoicing!
I’m back where I belong!
I’ve peace in my soul,
And in my heart is a song!
As I see the welcoming smile,
On my father’s face,
I have finally learned,
The meaning of grace!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
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