The young boy traded Mama’s adoration and warm hugs,
For a life on the street dealing drugs.
Although he was still living at home,
When darkness fell, he began to roam.
He quickly learned the narcotics trade’s tricks,
And easily found poor souls who “needed a fix.”
It seemed the money from Mama’s two jobs was barely enough,
To buy just what we would call the necessary stuff.
Although in Mama’s home there was plenty of love,
Luxuries were definitely unheard of.
Life had been cruel to the little lad.
At the age of ten he had lost his dad.
Now at the age of thirteen,
He has the reputation of being dangerous and mean.
Prior to dealing drugs, he watched some guys his age,
Who looked like they just “stepped out of a fashion page!”
Some were riding around in long white limousines,
Like he had only seen on movie screens.
Soon the news had reached his ears,
That he could make some easy money like his peers.
His curiosity increased the more he looked.
Then, the temptation was great and soon he was hooked.
On his new job he made lots of money every night.
So he said to himself, “I’m doing all right!”
But, one slow evening he decided to have some fun,
Playing Russian roulette with a friend’s gun.
As the gun clicked he kept it close to his head.
But, one chamber was full and soon he lay dead.
When Mama heard what he had done,
She rushed to the side of her eldest son.
At the funeral the young boy looked so serene,
That nobody would have guessed he had been so mean.
Standing in front of the congregation looking so forlorn,
The preacher said, “I’ve known this boy since the day he was born.”
“And growing up as a rule,”
“He always came to Sunday School!”
“He is ours, this prodigal son.”
“Here lies an example of what dope has done.”
Friend, this is not an isolated incident, for in the world of sin,
It will happen time and time again.
For in homes and on the streets of our blessed land,
Drugs and violence are getting an upper hand.
In order to curtail this happening every day,
We the people must fall on our knees and pray.
Then, God will hear our humble prayers and understand,
And will be moved to heal our land!
Robert F. Dotson © 1994
I’LL SEE YOU LATER!
As I stood looking down on the face of my friend,
To the natural eye it looked like the end.
But, God let me see that moment with a spiritual eye.
I said, “My friend, I’ll see you later,”
“I don’t have to say, “Goodbye.”
In this world in which we’re living,
There’s so much pain and strife.
So, God gives us special friends
To help us in this life.
Now one by one they are leaving,
And I whisper, “Oh, Lord why?”
Then He says, “Child, you’ll see them later,
Where you’ll never say, “Goodbye!”
Yes, my friends I’ll see you later.
I can feel it in my heart!
And though I cry so loudly,
When the teardrops start,
I know we’ll renew our acquaintance,
In that sweet by and by!
Oh, my friends I’ll see you later,
Where we’ll never say goodbye!
Robert F. Dotson © 2003
I’LL SOON BE DONE!
I’ve been tried and I’ve been tested,
While traveling through this world below.
‘Til I’ve dropped beside life’s road and rested.
Then, God gave me strength to onward go!
So many loved ones going on before me,
Have left me sad and so alone.
But their smiling faces one day I shall see,
At that great gathering around God’s throne!
Oh, I’ve just a few more days of labor,
Then I shall bid this world goodbye!
I’ll join my loved ones, friends, and neighbors,
In that sweet home up in the sky!
Robert F. Dotson © 2003
THE LOVE OF A CHILD
I sincerely believe
in this whole world around,
The laughter of a child,
Is life’s most pleasant sound!
Ah, and it surely is a mystery,
In the Master’s plan,
How a tiny hand can grip the heart,
Of the world’s strongest man.
The love of a child,
Is a balm to one’s soul!
To gain their respect,
Is a most worthy goal!
These gems of wisdom,
I’ve garnered firsthand,
Making me the proudest Grandfather,
In all of the land!
Robert F. Dotson © 2003
PLEASE HELP ME, LORD!
At the start of every day,
I kneel down on my knees to pray.
And I say, “Thank you Lord,
For keeping me through the night!
I know You’ve always done me good.
So, help me live the way I should,
To always shun the wrong and do the right.,
Then, when I go to bed at night,
My body is aching from life’s fight.
And my soul is longing for a sweet release.
Ah, though the chances may look slim,
I’ve learned to put my trust in Him.
For He and He alone, can bring me peace!
Please help me Lord.
I’m calling out to You! ,
I need Your strength each day,
To help me make it through.
You have been so good to me.
You saved my soul and set me free!
Won’t you hear my humble plea,
And help me Lord!
Robert F. Dotson © 2003
