edit….This poem shares 2 Corinthians 5:17 how Christ makes old things pass away

and all things become new. Read and enjoy!

In this world, there’s a catch pen, a congregation of cows,

inside this fence, these cows walk slow but sure.

And gradually over time, and it doesn’t take that long,

this ground gets covered with manure.

How the manure piles develop, why they congregate here,

that’s something I ain’t quite figured out.

Yet it’s reminds me of me, and my very own life.

So here’s what this story is about.

See, you got to understand. I was low down and stinking’.

The cleanest name I could be called was manure.

Twasn’t the best of situations, wasn’t my plan or idea,

I didn’t want this for my life, that’s for sure.

I felt stuck in that gross stomped ground, gettin’ crusty on top,

I stared straight into the bright morning light.

And there on the fence, nailed to a large fence post,

was this man with his arms stretched out tight.

Jesus Christ, I yelled! caused it scared me so,

it’s just something that I shouldn’t see.

Cause remember where I am? Right there, on the right.

See right there? Yep, that big ole pile of…. that’s me.

What I’m seeing is a mystery. My eyes must be lyin’,

my heart says it’s real …. What’s this about?

I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know quite what to say.

Lord Help me!!… was all that came out.

That’s all that it took, cause He reached out, picked me up,

and from there began my new journey.

Look now where I am! Right there in His Hands!

see right there, that big ole pile of …, that’s me.

The Son of God grabbed me, and with His perfect touch,

His Spirit molded in me, through and through.

Old things passed away, all things became fresh.

God planted seeds, He watered and things grew!

From a heaping pile of waste, comes new life and new meaning

Shucks, a song is now placed in my heart.

My Saviour saw fit to come pick me up,

this organic mess, now has a new start.

His flowers now grow from His seeds and His water.

From inside, God’s love sprouted out.

All you former piles out there, in whose lives God has changed…

you know what I’m talking about.

His love has changed me. I really can’t explain it.

You’ll agree that it’s still a mystery.

Didn’t recognize me! Why, here I am, sprouting all them there flowers?

Thank you, Lord! God’s Glory! That’s me!!

A cowboy poem by Dan Ainsworth wildernesspreacher

The day after I vote this will happen,  the sun will come up once again.

and hopefully all nasty bad mouthin, will FINALLY have come to an end.

Who won? you will ask.  Who lost? You will say.  Well, why did it turn out this way?

Move on with our lives, quit wasting time.  Stop hating each other, OK?

Americans we were, and Americans we are.  Dear God, bless the U S of A.

Politicians to me are a whole different breed, they don’t think as do me and you.

Their wrongs can be rights, their ways to be followed.  Lies are told as if they are true.

They all seek the power, the fortune and fame.  What’s a country boy like me supposed to do?

After watching these two debate one another, and watching ’em every day in the news,

It’s given this cowboy, a nervous stomach, and a bad case of “get this over ” blues.

If I disagree, then,  they give me a name.  Call me things that hurt deep in my heart.

If I choose to agree, then that’s when they want money,.  My money, yet they want their part.

Well, pardner, here’s my thinkin’, my two bits of advice, here’s how I’ll continue to live.

I’ll give one my vote because it’s my right.  But my trust to neither will I give.

I’ll trust not in man, the proud or the lying.  My trust is in God you should know.

Call me names if you want, but that’s how I live.  I follow Christ.  Where He leads, I will go.

How blessed is the man that makes the Lord his trust. And has not turned to the proud, nor such as turned aside to lies. Psalm 40:4 (KJV)

See Ya!

2 Corinthians 12: 9-10 ⁹ And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. ¹⁰ Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.

So instead of counting all the good things I do, what’s important is what I am being.  The list above in the scripture, (weakness, distress, difficulties, on and on) sounds like failures to the world.  Yet that is when God’s power takes over .  Failures bring a  success.  The success of Christ dwelling in you.

Here is a “Cowboy poem” concerning how success made me a failure, but the failures made me  truly successful.

Failures bring Success by Dan Ainsworth

I sit on a tree stump, a primitive church pew

I just got my butt wet, it was covered with dew

But with pen and paper, I’m compelled to not delay

That I share from within, what my heart’s burstin’ to say

Success has caused failure in my journey to see

The True God I long for, and where’s the True me?

I’m reading a book “A Praying Life” by Paul Miller

It’s no epic or saga, nor comedy, nor thriller

But it’s words have hit home, they’ve cut to the quick

A book of spiritual food, this one does the trick

The author shares in his book, a new plan for success,

It’s authenticity, God’s plan all along.

A big word that is,(I had to find how to spell it),

Pains me deeply to realize, I’ve been wrong.

I thought to be successful in this Christian way of life,

Was to count things I do right and do good.

Just keep up with the number of good words and deeds,

and live like ‘man’ thinks that I should.

But God’s plan is simple, “son, just be authentic”

To me what is said is, “Be real!”

And Lo and behold, through a book and men’s prayers,

God’s direction to me is revealed.

Wow! God wants it real!  Hey! I want it real!!

What a RUSH! To be on the same page!!!

He’s taken success, AND taken my failures,

Authenticity…. we are now to engage!!

His healing of my wounds, “open sores” and afflictions,

have left scars that look really gory.

But these brand new tattoos don’t remind me of pains,

but of God’s healing and my Saviour’s own Glory!!

The words, God has changed, He has them reversed,

my story now has a new part,

Reversed words and meanings now come into play,

God is cleansing and mending my heart.

Failures brought success in my journey to see,

The true God I long for, and the true me I’m to BE!

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