DOES JESUS LOVE ME TOO?
When Mrs. Price heard the doorbell ring,
Her heart began to sing,
For she knew her little visitor was on time!
As she opened the door,
Precisely at four,
Her grandfather clock began to chime.
Darla was in tears,
So Mrs. Price calmed her fears,
As she held her close to her heart.
She felt so sorry for the little dear,
And she too shed a tear,
As she prayed they would never have to part.
That Darla was not well,
Was easy to tell.
She wasn't much more than skin and bones.
Her mother was on dope.
She had lost all hope,
And had a habit of leaving Darla alone.
Many nights the little darling hadn't eaten,
And she was badly beaten,
By her mother's cruel "live in."
But, going on four o'clock each day,
The little girl would slip away,
Without Momma knowing where she had been!
For Momma would always sleep 'til six.
Then she would go out "for a fix,"
And be gone for the rest of the night.
She would go out with the men.
Then, come dragging in,
As it started to become daylight.
Mrs. Price noticed that today,
Darla had little to say.
She didn't want anything to eat at all.
She just sat with Mrs. Price in the chair,
And continued to stare,
At the picture of Jesus hanging on the wall.
Then, the little girl said to Mrs. Price,
"That man sure seems to be nice,"
"With the little kids sitting on His knee."
"He looks so good and kind!"
"Do you think He would mind,"
"If one of the little kids was me?"
As Mrs. Price softly cried,
She tenderly replied,
"Jesus would love to have you sit on His knee!"
"You see, in the Bible I have read,"
"Where Jesus lovingly said,"
"Suffer the little children to come unto Me!"
Then, as Mrs. Price drifted off into a nap,
Darla sneaked down off her lap,
And quietly crept out the door.
She was startled to hear the six o'clock chime,
For she knew since she wouldn't get home on time,
She would never see Mrs. Price any more.
Getting home Darla found the door open wide.
And as she slowly stepped inside,
In terror she took a deep breath.
She tried her best to explain.
But, there was no stopping the inflicted pain,
As her mother beat her to death.
The morning paper the next day,
In a full page display,
Described the death of this young victim in detail.
A nearby neighbor had found,
Little Darla lying on the ground
But attempts at reviving her were to no avail.
When Mrs. Price opened her door,
And retrieved the newspaper from the floor,
She could hardly believe her eyes.
For there on the front page,
It said, "MOM GETS IN A RAGE,"
"AND A LITTLE TEN YEAR OLD GIRL DIES."
Then Mrs. Price's breaths got farther apart,
And with the stopping of her heart,
Her long life came to an end.
But as she bid this old world goodbye,
Her soul went soaring through the sky,
To meet Darla and Jesus their Friend!
Robert F. Dotson ©1995
IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
In the still of the night my Lord is calling,
“Come walk with me in flowering fields in paths of light!”
“Leave your troubles far behind.”
“In Me new strength and peace you’ll find!”
“Come go with Me in the still of the night.”
In the still of the night the day has ended,
And my body dreads to face the morning light.
Then, I hear a still small voice,
Say, “Lift your head, my child, rejoice!”
And joy is mine in the still of the night!
In the still of the night the battle’s over.
And I’m weary, worn, and wounded from the fight.
But, then He takes His bleeding lamb upon His shoulder,
And carries me in the still of the night!
In the still of the night Christ could be coming,
To catch away His waiting bride in robes of white!
That blessed time I know will be a grand reunion!
He could call us Home in the still of the night!
Robert F. Dotson ©2002
LORD, HAVE MERCY!
The blind man was seated near Jericho one day,
When he heard it repeated Jesus was passing his way!
Though the crowd tried to still him the Lord heard this plea,
"Oh, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me!"
"Oh, Thou Son of David have mercy on me."
"Lord, I am afflicted for I cannot see."
"I'm in this dark prison." "Won't you please set me free?"
"Oh Thou Son of David, have mercy on me."
My own sins were so many that my vision grew dim,
I just couldn't see any way I could find Him.
I laid by life's roadside in my sin and shame,
'Til one day I too cried on His Holy name.
"Oh, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me."
"Lord, I am afflicted for I cannot see."
"I'm in sin's dark prison." "Won't you please set me free?"
"Oh, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me!
Robert F. Dotson © 2002
THE HONEYMOON COTTAGE
Nestled in the heart of the Kentucky hills,
Surrounded by roses and daffodils,
And graced with honeysuckle vines,
Stood a little cabin built long ago,
By folks I was proud to know!
My grandparents chose the spot 'neath the whispering pines!
"It was our honeymoon cottage," Grandpa would say!
"We came straight here on our wedding day,"
"And you know we've been around here ever since!"
The setting was so serene,
"Picture perfect," if you know what I mean,
Right down to the little white picket fence!
Though Grandma was in her seventies she still would sew,
And can the vegetables they could grow,
In the little garden in the clearing at the top of the hill!
Yes, time had made a change in Grandma's face.
But in Grandpa's heart nobody could take her place!
In His eyes she was lovely still!
Grandpa was her gallant knight!
Her face would light up when he came in sight!
Their love grew sweeter with the passing of time!
Yes, Friend it's plain to see if you have love,
That special gift from God above,
You can be happy if you haven't got a dime!
They were married in the little church with the tall white steeple.
And with Grandpa's and Grandma's people,
There was barely enough room to stand.
The kin folks brought fiddles and five stringed banjos,
Mandolins, guitars, and even dobros!
I'm telling you the music was mighty grand!
No couple was any happier than those two!
The moment they said, "I do,"
Grandpa kissed his bride so tenderly!
"Twas the beginning of a lasting marriage,
And as they sped away in a horse drawn carriage,
They both were as happy as could be!
But, now where the honeymoon cottage once stood,
There's only a pile of rubble and wood.
The old folks have gone on to their eternal reward!
However, today they are in the Promised Land,
Walking hand in hand,
And basking in the presence of Jesus Christ, their Lord!
Robert F. Dotson ©1998
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
I'm tempted to stare,
As I comb the thinning hair,
Of the man in the mirror.
What seems to be so out of place,
Are the lines in the face,
Of the man in the mirror!
His face is no longer thin.
And there's a double chin,
On the man in the mirror.
Ah, it's getting easier for folks to tell,
He can't hear so well,
The man in the mirror.
And even worse yet,
He's prone to forget,
The man in the mirror.
It's becoming increasingly hard to see,
The resemblance between me,
And the man in the mirror!
Oh, how I would like to deny,
Even knowing that guy,
The man in the mirror!
You see, I know I'm growing old.
But, I don't like to be told,
By the man in the mirror!
Yet even though I pretend,
The aging process won't end,
For the man in the mirror.
The truth is impossible to hide.
I know deep down inside,
I'm that man in the mirror.
So, I know what I must do,
In order to be true,
To the man in the mirror!
I'll live each day by God's Holy Book,
So I won't have to be ashamed to look,
At the man in the mirror!
Robert F. Dotson ©2002
WAIT FOR ME
If you should be the first to go,
It sure would cheer my heart to know,
That in Heaven where crystal waters flow,
You will wait for me!
Through valleys low my path may wind.
But Darling, I won't mind,
If at my journey's end I find,
You waited for me!
However, it could be the case,
That I'd outrun you in life's race.
If so Dear, I'll just find a resting place,
And wait for you!
For together we've felt the sunshine and the rain.
We've shared the laughter and the pain.
So, this one fact now shall remain.
I'll wait for you!
Robert F. Dotson ©1995
THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN
We feel the pain when a loved one dies,
And tears then fill our saddened eyes.
But it should come as no surprise,
The sun will shine again!
Yes, weeping may endure for the night.
But soon will come the morning light,
And relief for you will be in sight.
The sun will shine again!
Oft times dark clouds are hanging low.
So, we pray, "Dear Lord, please make them go."
For beyond the storm we surely know,
The sun will shine again!
Ah Friend, I find the Scriptures true.
We do not sorrow as others do.
For the grace of God will help us through.
The sun will shine again!
Yes, you will miss your loved ones dear.
But they have won their race down here.
So have faith and be of good cheer.
The sun will shine again!
Robert F. Dotson ©2000
DOES GOD CARE?
A troubled young man takes his life,
Leaving behind a distraught wife.
In this world of sin and strife,
Is there no end to all the pain?
How does a soul reach such deep despair?
Did he feel there was no one to care?
Was God totally unaware?
Was it all in vain?
Oh, my Friend I tell you nay.
Please listen when I say,
God is not pleased on the day,
A sinner dies.
Each member of Adam's race,
Has problems he must face.
But, he will receive amazing grace,
.
If to God he cries.
Our God is a refuge when the strong wind blows.
He places a teardrop on the blushing rose.
And when the sparrow falls He surely knows.
He does not fail to see!
Nothing is more valuable than a person's soul.
And though time and tragedy may take their toll,
If on God our burdens we roll,
He will set us free!
Robert F. Dotson ©2000
HE'S ALWAYS THERE!
From a mother's womb,
To an earthly tomb,
And points along life's way,
Each time we cry,
God will supply,
Grace for each and every day!
He will calm our childish fears.
Then, in our "Autumn years,"
When storms of life bombard the soul,
Amidst troubles and trials,
And during those strenuous miles,
God is always in control!
Our Heavenly Father above,
Has an unconditional love!
And in our darkest hour,
He will show His mighty power,
If we'll just call upon His name!
Robert F. Dotson ©1998
  
 
 
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