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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
JESUS, THE PRINCE OF PEACE
"Peace on earth and goodwill to men,"
Shepherds heard the angels say!
And the very same peace they spoke of then,
Abides with us today!
For the child who in a manger lay,
On that first Christmas morn,
Came to wash our sins away
Tis the reason He was born!
Ah, though wars are threatening all around,
And violence takes its toll,
In Jesus peace can still be found,
For our immortal soul!
No, we did not hear the angels sing,
Nor did we follow a star,
We did not our special presents bring,
After traveling oh so far.
But, we too can worship the Prince of Peace!
We may kneel down at His feet!
And there our soul shall find release,
For His presence is so sweet!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
JESUS, THE HEAVENLY GIFT
Christmas is the time of year,
For giving gifts and spreading cheer!
'Tis the season of peace, joy, and love!
Ah, but we must always remember the reason,
We cerebrate this season,
Is God sending His Son from Heaven above!
'Twas on this wonderful day,
In a land far away,
In a tiny village called Bethlehem,
That a virgin gave birth,
To the Saviour of all the earth,
Jesus, the Son of the Great I Am!
Ah yes, from the eldest to the least,
Let us enjoy the Christmas feast!
Let's be merry and cheerful from the start!
But at the same time,
We can know the joy sublime,
Of having Jesus living in our heart!
The Christmas story has often been told,
Yet it never grows old,
Though I've heard it since I was a lad!
Back then when I prayed and believed,
And salvation's gift I received,
It was the best gift I have ever had!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
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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