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The Day After I Vote This Will Happen….

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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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Failure brings Success

Counting all the good things I do makes me a successful Christian right?
I used to think so.   Until the realization that it is God’s Love, Mercy, Grace, and Forgiveness that makes me a “Successful” Christian.
It takes “Failures” in our work, relationships, “religious activities”, even sometimes our health to help us focus on Being a True Christian.

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!

click here to comment or share.   If you have had failure bring you closer to God, then share this with others.  See Ya!!

 

 

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Wiley Ainsworth and the Mulberry Tree

 
Wiley Ainsworth and 130 yr old tree

a short “cowboy poem” by Dan Ainsworth

Well, look’a there. It’s a picture, of Wiley and a tree.

They are both God’s creation.  That’s easy to see.

Wiley’s in his 80’s. The tree’s well over 130!

Made their living from the ground, didn’t mind gettin’ dirty.

This Mulberry tree grew, from a seed in the wild.

Wiley remembers climbing this tree, as a child.

The way they were raised, their roots grew in good soil.

Both earned what they got, from hard work, time, and toil.

They each have provided, to animal and man.

They gave shade and shelter, each lived in God’s plan.

This tree provided food.  Many critters here dined.

Wiley cared for critters also, mainly ‘two legged’ kind.

Providing for others, he gave from the land,

by farming, sharing God’s Love, and living God’s plan.

Neither complains, they go with the flow,

both seeking God’s directions, good examples they do show.

Storms have come through, and taken a toll.

Limbs are now bent, but, stronger is the soul.

Over time this Mulberry tree, has turned brittle and bent

And Wiley says his ‘get up, has done got up and went’.

They are known by their fruit, sweet berries the tree shares,

When folks see Wiley’s smile, they know that he cares!

From what God has grown, they both constantly give.

It’s their nature to share.  In God’s Hands they both live.

So nowadays my Dad, gives us all inspiration,

By just ‘being there’, it shows dedication.

He still spreads his limbs for a wave or handshake.

Cause he’s filled with God’s love.  And that, you can’t mistake.

Why tell you this poem, in this rather unique way?

‘Cause I get to say I love you Daddy,…….. Happy Father’s Day!