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Gods' Cho' Choo' Train

Oh I used to be the engine of the train,

I'd struggle along the track and strain.

I'd work so hard to pull the heavy load,

Yes, I was the engine on lifes' railroad.

I used to be the engine on lifes' railroad track,

I would pull the other cars up the road and back.

I would huff and puff and struggle up each hill.

I was the leader, working just to do Gods' will.

I used to be the engine of my own life's train,

I'd carry heavy loads and worry all about life's pain.

I've changed positions now I am no longer the head,

I've hooked on to the end, now I follow Him instead.

Jesus is the engine, and now I follow Him,

I no longer struggle nor yield to my own whim.

The Spirit leads the way, I feel so free and loose,

Jesus is my leader; thank God I am the coboose.

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?FREEDOM OF CHOICE?

Freedom of speech, freedom of religion,

Freedom of assembly, freedom of gun.

Freedom to vote, freedom not to vote,

Freedom to write the president a note.

Freedom to sell, freedom to buy,

Freedom your favorite flag to fly.

Freedom to whom your money to give,

Freedom? -what about freedom to live?

Freedom of choice, the act of death,

Freedom to take a babys' breath!

Freedom to kill those who can't talk,

Freedom to murder before they walk.

Freedom to destroy, what they call a blob,

Freedom? The Master hears their tender sob.

Freedom- yes- I am for freedom for all,

Freedom especially for babies so small.

Freedom, freedom, yes freedom for everyone,

Freedom to live, each baby; daughter or son.

This work may be copied in full if

used to fight the murder (abortion) of unborn children.

Personal profits prohibited. I do retain uninhibited rights

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DANGEROUS TIMES

WE LIVE IN DANGEROUS TIMES, OUR PASTOR SAID,

ANYWHERE YOU MAY BE YOU COULD END UP DEAD.

THEY’LL SHOOT YOU FOR NOTHING, AS YOU DRIVE BY,

EVIL MEN KILL CHILDREN AND MAKE FAMILIES CRY.

THERE’S WICKEDNESS IN THE LAND; ESPECIALLY DC

EVIL MEN IN POWER, MAKE SLAVES OF YOU AND ME.

IT SURE LOOKS BAD, BUT ONE THING YOU SHOULD KNOW,

TAKE JESUS WITH YOU ALWAYS, WHEREVER YOU MAY GO.

FOR HE THAT DWELLS IN THE SECRET OF THE LORD,

WILL BE SHIELDED BY ARMOUR, AND WIN BY HIS SWORD.

SO DON’T BE AFRAID OF ANY TERROR OF THE NIGHT,

JUST REST IN JESUS AND LET HIM WIN YOUR FIGHT.

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We Faint Not

Be not weary when you're doing well,

Preaching the gospel, to save from hell.

Folks will mock and hard times will be,

When fighting evil, making souls free.

Hebrews, "HALL OF FAME" chapter eleven,

A list of faithful, looking for heaven.

Fighters they were hard-headed and true,

Setting examples for me and for you.

Persistence it takes, for to win this race,

Faith and prayer and sweat in the face.

So be not weary in well doing my friend,

Keep running the race until the end.

Keep sowing the seed and plant it deep,

Faint not my friend ; some day you will reap.

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YOUR VICTORY IS WON

Are you discouraged, are you down-

Is your face wrinkled up, with a frown?

Are you like Joseph way down in a pit-

Is your mind convinced it's time to quit?

Is your faith in the coat of colors so bright-

Are you looking for an exit to make your flight?

Are you reaching up toward the bottom of the hole-

Are your prayers continually: have mercy on my soul?

Look up my friend things are not all that bad,

The devils a looser he’s already been had.

Look up the scriptures you see it's not too late,

The place to go now - Romans eight: twenty-eight.

This is the message that the bible has spoken,

Your chains of death and bondage are broken.

This is the light the darkness can’t comprehend,

Your victory is won you'll see the enemy’s’ end.

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If We Traded Places

Why does it always seem to be?

The poor are slaves and the rich are free?

Is money the issue in this case?

Is that the reason for this race?

What would happen my friend you see?

If the rich traded places with you and me?

If they lived in our house and we in theirs?

Forty-two rooms and a winding stairs.

We'd drive their cars of the finest choice,

And close our eyes to their weeping voice.

We'd eat the best food that money could buy

And never even stop to hear the hungry cry.

Is that the way that a man should live?

Taking all we can get and never to give?

I think my friend there's a better way,

Called an honest days work for honest pay.

Sharing and caring and loving each other,

Looking out for your neighbor like he is your brother.

Living and loving; money or not,

The measure of wealth is not what you've got.

It has more to do with what you give away,

That will add to your wealth on the judgment day.

So don't look at the rich and their mighty wealth,

Just give a lotta' love and thank God for health.

Then some day soon on the other side,

Where no one is poor and there is no pride.

The one who has made all the silver and gold,

Will then give us the riches that never grow old.

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A TALL MAN

I didn't know the man at all,

But in my mind he sure stood tall.

Driving up and down the road,

His responsibility a heavy load.

He wore the badge with honor and pride,

Even in danger not stepping aside.

He was there for you and there for me,

Although’ some just could not see.

When we were in trouble he was our friend,

He done his duty right to the end.

Giving himself to protect the land,

From those who had a greedy hand.

The risk was high and the pay too low,

Yet this great man was willing to go.

I never got to know this man,

Nor’ will I ever understand.

Why he had to die this way,

Just why this price he had to pay.

His family now with heart-rending pain,

Struggling their lives to regain.

Let us send our love to you,

For we are at loss what else to do.

And all these words seem so small,

For a man that stood so very TALL.

Written about Texas State Trooper Bill Davidson and

dedicated to his family and all law officers everywhere.

COPIES ARE PERMITTED FOR NON PROFIT USE ONLY

MAY BE USED IN ANY PUBLIC SERVICE MANNER

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Feathers In The Wind

I heard a tale that was told to me,

I heard this thing just recently.

I heard a tale and it was told about you,

I heard this thing and I believe it's true.

I heard a tale, I heard it on the phone,

I heard this thing; it caused me to groan.

I heard a tale that was told about you,

I heard this thing and I knew what to do.

I heard a tale, and so I began to dial,

I talked and talked on the phone for a while.

I told a tale that was told to me.

I told this on you- just recently.

I told a tale that I had heard,

I told this tale- adding some words.

I told this tale, to only one maybe two-

I told it to six- not more than twenty-two.

I told this tale and I tore you apart,

I told this thing, like a knife in your heart.

I told a tale, like feathers in the wind,

I told it and can never gather my words again.

Written during a sermon by our Pastor using

St John 4:1"----the Pharisees had heard rumor----"

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FELLOWSHIP

Fellowship, that's what we need,

Fellowship, more and less of greed.

Fellowship, yes in the word it's taught,

Fellowship, more is what we ought.

Fellowship, read it; in Acts chapter two,

Fellowship, that's what we're taught to do.

Fellowship, show love to one another,

Fellowship, together as sister and brother.

Fellowship, "continue" it reads in Acts,

Fellowship, in verse forty-two, find the facts.

Fellowship, with us in our Lords' church,

Fellowship, the reward of your friendly search.

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OKLAHOMA

Why did they take our children away,

Why did they bomb our loves that day?

Why did they destroy the peace of the land,

Why did they touch us with an ugly hand?

My baby is dead, I'll hold him no more,

My child is gone, I've cried 'till I'm sore.

My husband was killed, he was in that place,

My wife is gone, I'll miss her sweet face.

Our hearts are heavy because of wicked men,

Our hearts weep- why? -again and again.

Oklahoma, we weep with you, our hearts in pain.

While you struggle and labor your lives to regain.

Oklahoma, we love you; you're not all alone,

For when they hurt you, they've hurt one of our own.

Copies are encouraged of Oklahoma in any form if used in a non-profit manner and authors name is included.

I do retain uninhibited rights.

NORMAN FIKES

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LIFE'S BATTLES

Life's battles sure get rough

One must be determined and tough

In order to make it over yon’ hill

Fasten seat belt and have strong will

As long as we breathe the breath of life

Some days will be calm, some full of strife

The longer you live the more you learn

To make good butter there must be a churn

Each battle we face has a victory

One more burden has set us free

If we don't give up 'till the battle is won

We'll receive our crown when the day is done

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MY MESSAGE

We live in a world of many races,

A busy world with different faces.

Background, culture, and Nationality,

Some are black, some white like me.

The Scotts, German, Jew and Indian,

British, Russian, Oriental and Mexican.

On and on we could name them each,

From mountain, valley and on to the beach.

But the message I want for you to hear,

Is a message of trust instead of fear.

Trust and Love and care for each other,

Kindness to each, as if he were your brother.

The above poem is published with one called "THE LANGEST POEM IN THE WORLD" and is on display in the United Nations, New York City.

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Norman's Poems Page Two