Dead & Gone
Dead and gone, what will they say,
Those parting words, that final day,
Will they mention words like sweet and kind,
A caring heart, a brilliant mind,
Remember me for love and grace,
And yearn for just one last embrace,
Or will they think about my many flaws,
And forget my life without a pause.
The thought of what I'll leave behind,
Entices me to search my mind,
To think about the life I live,
And wonder if there's more to give,
Do I strive to care for those in need,
Or ignore the many mouths to feed,
Am I living proof of God's Holy Word,
Truly seeking His message be heard,
Or am I hesitant to preach His name,
Cause Christians are 'hypocrites', and they'd call me the same.
Is it so important what people think,
That I'd fail to show them the missing link,
The One to fill that empty space,
A perfect God, filled with love and grace.
See, it's up to me to tell them this,
Before they receive death's final kiss,
To let them know God came to save,
The lost, the broken, the sin enslaved.
So on that final parting day,
I know what I'd like to hear them say,
Sure, I'd hope they'd mention kind and sweet,
Caring and thoughtful to all I meet,
Loved, missed and cherished great,
A loyal friend, a joyful mate,
But to which I'd feel the most reward,
Is to hear my life had served the Lord.
Red Bricks & Brand New Stone
They said that I could buy a home,
Nice red bricks & brand new stone,
Get off work & stay in town,
Find a girl & settle down,
A fair point, I could, & it sure sounds great,
But I'm still young, & God's timing is never too late,
And what it is that they don't get,
A normal mold, my life might not fit,
Cause what I'd like to do the most:
Is find how best to serve my heavenly host.
Maybe it's working in missions, all ends of the earth,
Homeless, beggars, addicts & drunks, orphans & those rejected since birth,
Building houses, churches, fences & roofs,
Drilling water wells & teaching the youth,
Laughing with kids & playing sports,
Soccer tricks & shooting hoops on the courts,
From different religions to different race,
So many with which to share God's grace.
Maybe it's engineering to fuel our earth,
Finding oil in Texas, Abu Dhabi, or Perth,
Unashamed of the Gospel, showing Christ to the lost,
A mentor, a brother, a light to my boss,
A friend to those who feel so alone,
A husband, a father, a beautiful home,
Active in church & discipling others,
Supporting hospitals, missions, & widowed mothers.
So one day, I may have those bricks & that stone,
A wife & kids in a 4 bedroom home,
Or may it be missions, reaching loved ones by phone,
Serving the Lord, growing old & alone,
Only God knows His plans for me,
None to do but wait & see.
Lost in the Oilfield
Here I find myself again,
2 weeks gone with 20 men,
Away from friends and those I love,
To support myself and serve my Lord above,
Yet not all think the way I do,
Their ideas are different, I'll tell you too.
The men here work and work and work,
Though vacation and pay are surely a perk,
The hours are long, the men are rough,
Don't come here thinking it won't be tough,
They speak of girls and beer and trucks,
Money, drugs, and not giving f***s,
They buy new rims and tires too,
And look to outdo the rest of the crew.
The oilfield is all most men here know,
And for it, what do they have to show,
Yes, money, trucks and guns are cool,
But I don't care, sure call me a fool,
See, these things break and go away,
With no lasting value at the end of the day.
Yes, these are hard working, respectful men,
Who work with their hands, not with a pen,
Who strive to support their kids and wife,
But it seems something is missing in their life.
What is it that most men here lack,
That gaping hole, whether white, brown, or black,
It can't be filled by status or health,
Nor guns nor trucks, not even wealth,
For what these men don't understand,
You can't bring these things to the promised land.
See, I know the void they feel,
I've struggled with acceptance, lust, and sin a good deal,
And one thing that I know for sure,
It's tough to work out here and be pure,
But please just hear this one final thought,
True joy, peace, and happiness cannot be bought,
It must be purchased for a special price,
Only through the blood of Jesus Christ.
I've been around, I've seen the sights,
Mountains, deserts, big city lights,
Forests, jungles, swamps and lakes,
Lions, tigers, bears, and snakes,
Temples, churches, mosques and shrines,
Bavarian beer & Italian wines,
Scuba'd the oceans, explored many caves,
King Tut's tomb, all the treasure they saved,
The Empire of Rome, how quickly they fall,
The Great Barrier Reef and China's Great wall,
But the question was asked of me today,
One with which I wasn't sure to say,
They asked me what is it I seek,
Trekking every valley & mountain peak.
Memories quickly ran through my head,
pondering over what had just been said,
Experiencing new cultures, making new friends,
Boarding down mountains & biking bends,
Crossing oceans, flying a ton,
Often away & at home almost none,
Seeing the world & traveling vast,
Creating great memories that seem to last.
So many things I could say at the time,
None that could capture these thoughts of mine,
And even if I could find the words,
Would they understand, or tell me it's just for the birds,
So when they asked me what I was searching for,
I just said adventure- no less, no more.