Walking In That Promised Land

Walking in that promised land

Yes back when I was young,
I was just in it for the fun.
Now I’m not really proud,
Of some things I’ve done.

But so you can understand,
How I know I’ll be walking
In that promised land.

Well it happened a long time ago,
He died on a cross so I’d know.
For this sinner His love did show,
So down those golden streets I’ll go.
Walking in that promised land.

While I was still a sinner He came,
He spoke, called me by my name.
Yes, Jesus gave His all for me,
Just to set this poor sinner free.

Now I’m lead by His Holy hand,
And I’ve done a lot of talking
To one called the Son of man.

When I kneel before His throne,
And all His love for me is shown,
He will call me as His very own.
And we’ll walk in that Promised Land.

Come on friends let go walking,
To the Lord we’ll do some talking.
Reach out and take His hand,
And we’ll walk in that Promised Land.

Carl A. Gooch ~ 26 April 2008

Father and Farmer

Father and Farmer
A good father are similar to a good farmer, in that they plant the seed and watches it grow. I’m speaking of planting in a child’s mind the truth and wisdom of God’s word.
The farmer not only plants a seed but he does everything he can do to make sure it grows in the manner that it should. He breaks up the hard ground so the tender shoots have a better chance of reaching full growth. He will feed and water the young plant and protect it from outside attacks. He will remove the weeds that threaten the young plant. The farmer does this because he knows how much the young plant will struggle before it can produce fruit.
A good father also does everything he can to insure his child grows up as he should. A good father prepares the hard ground of the unknowing child with love. He will feed the child daily the word of God and watering the child with actions based on God‘s word. A good father protects his child from the harm of this evil world. He will also remove the weeds of doubt within the child’s mind that threaten to stunt the child’s growth. The father does this because he knows from his own life how hard it will be to produce good fruit when surrounded by a field of temptation.
The farmer and the father both understand and accept that it is hard and a never ending task that is set before them.
Where did the farmer gain knowledge to grow strong plants?
He knows from studying and from example of other farmers.
How does the father Gain knowledge to grow a strong child?
He knows by studying God’s word, from prayer (talking with God) and trusting in God’s promise, because God is the only true example of a Father.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 24 April 2008

Weak or Strong

Weak or Strong

You look and see him mild and meek,
But that does not mean he’s weak.
You look upon him and think him odd,
He puts his trust in an invisible God.
And you think he must be weak of mind,
For to his foes he doesn’t respond in kind.

Why does he not cry, wail and morn,
Nor does he to this world conform?
Doesn’t he have sense to get out of the rain?
Or is he so daft he does not see the pain?

No, this man you call mild and weak,
Has the source of strength you seek.
He has found the truth and understands,
It is upon God’s own word he must stand.
To this world he belongs no longer,
But to his God which is much stronger.

Think, which is stronger the one that stands,
Or the one that give in to the world demands?
You need not struggle alone to stand,
Just take hold of His nail scared hand.
Through hard times His love proves true,
Just as we are, He offers it to me and you.

Carl A. Gooch ~ 10 April 2008

Welcome Son

Welcome Son

Sometimes my mind is like a spinning wheel,
And it is hard to stand under the pain I feel.
Though my eyes may be clouded and dim,
This old heart of mine won’t let me give in.
He is a part of me, it is just the way I am.
When too weak to walk He helps me stand.

If I should shiver deep within from fear or cold,
I’m wrapped in His warm love, strong and bold.
When my foes attack trying to bring me down,
He brings to me His own royal robe and crown.
Those that oppose can not get the job done,
For that battle fought long ago His victory won.

Bruised, scared, worn and weary I forge ahead,
A promise I’ll claim at the end of this road I tread.
I’ll sit at my Father’s table wrapped in His glory,
Singing His praises and hearing His wonderful story.
There’ll be no more pain; there’ll be no more tears,
There’ll be no more heartache, and no more fears.

I will look full upon His face and see Him smile,
As I hear Him say “welcome son sit for awhile.”

Carl A. Gooch ~ 07 April 2008

Forgive Me

This I did not write, it is not one of mine. But I love to visit it from time to time.

Forgive Me When I Whine
Today upon a bus I saw, a little girl with golden hair.
And I envied her. She seemed so happy, and I wished I was there.
Suddenly she rose to leave. And I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed she smiled.
Oh God forgive me when I whine,
I have two legs and the world is mine.

Later on the way to work. I stopped to buy some sweets.
The lad that sold them had such charm. I talked with him awhile.
If I was late it would do no harm. As I left he said to me, “Thank you sir.
You’ve been so kind. It’s nice to talk to folks like you.
You see, I’m blind.
Oh God forgive me when I whine,
I have two eyes and the world is mine.

Later walking down the street. I saw a child with eye of blue.
She stood watching the others play. And it seemed she didn’t know what to do. So I said,
“why don’t you join the others dear?”
She looked straight ahead without a word. Then I knew, she could not hear.
Oh God forgive me when I whine,
I have two ears and the world is mine.

With legs to take me where I go,
With eyes to see the sunset glow,
With ears to hear what I know,
Oh Lord, Dear God forgive me when I whine.
I’m blessed indeed and the world is mine.

Unknown Author