A Real Change

When I moved from Massachusetts to good old Iowa

The acclimatization was a breeze

Had I come from warmer homelands like Texas or LA

I’m sure I’d hear more chatter in my teethe

Climate changes can be hard when moving from your home

The outer forces can be hard to make 

But when our inner climate needs to have an overhaul

There’s a person who will all your troubles take

Come to Jesus for a real change when your life is running wild

Confess to Him how your life’s out of place

Trust Him and His word then take the time to hear His voice

He will give to you amazing grace

A Real Change

Fall of Colors

Forty short years ago I moved to Iowa
Flatland met me with corn grown tall
Storms of summer cold of winter
Harvest time takes over fall

One thing I missed from dear old Mass
Was the woodlands deep and wide
In fall the colors were so bright
That’s when homesick still abides

I came out here to seek the Lord
Best decision I ever made
I could not see the forest for the trees
When it came to life back then

Now life is so much clearer
My purpose is renewed
If you need something more from life
Just look to Christ our Lord

 

In response to the daily prompt Forest

No Regrets

I forgot to publish this yesterday and just found it, so thought I’d post it now. This is yesterday’s prompt!

My wife’s a country bumpkin
Now I’ve become one too
Since the day I moved to Iowa
I was raised on city life
The bright lights spoke to me
Then my first sight of her I fell in love

The city had it­­­­s beauty
But my life was a mess
I had to move or stay within that rut
No compromise could come
It was country or my past
The choice to move I never will regret

One other place we all
Must make a firm hard choice
Is if we will accept our Saviors’ love
There is no compromise
Because for you He died
Decided today to make Him Lord of all

In response to the daily prompt Compromise

Finding Peace

I used to look to drugs, booze and sex
To fill up the longing within my chest
Something was needed that just wasn’t there
When I could not find peace, I’d cry and I’d swear

I tried different church that thought they could help
One by one the fell short and I would just yell
Maybe someday a spiritual psychic would come
That could conjure up something so I wasn’t numb

I took a trip to Iowa one day
My friend took my hand said His church knew the way
I went and the speaker spewed brimstone and fire
I knew I was destined where I did not desire

Later that week I met Jesus Christ
He bought my sin and gave me new life
Now that peace I was seeking had flooded my soul
No longer did I feel left out in the cold

If you’re having trouble finding that peace
And you’ve tried to conjure some kind of release
Ask Jesus to help you and you will soon see
His love will fill you and set you free

 

In response to the daily prompt Conjure