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Thanksgiving
by
Roger W Hancock
At
Plymouth Rock the pilgrims land.
The
first winter tough, over half had died.
New
found friends of the Indians made,
the
Wampanoags generosity provided aid.
Seeds
were sown, harvest reaped by hand,
the
tribe teaching ways to work the land.
Fish
to richen earth, for the corn to grow,
cooperation
proof for a great land to show.
Invite
of the tribe to show them care,
who
came with their own food to share.
Living
together that first experiment,
shows
it possible, gave encouragement.
Thanksgiving
for the harvest filled,
thankfulness
to God who multiplies.
Their
gratitude for having survived,
thanks
for friends and God’s supplies.
Holiday
tradition now in America,
turkey,
dressings, and all the trimmings.
Family,
friends, employment all,
we
give our thanks to God for life.
Roger W Hancock © 11-22-2001
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Pray for Me
by
Roger W Hancock
God
knows the circumstances,
God is in control,
He knows our every need.
We need not know the matter,
but to hear thy brother's cry,
for heart-felt prayer to intercede.
Prayer to Him; for us did bleed,
the price was paid before the need,
up on the cross of shame.
For up upon that rugged tree,
for
you and me, our failings,
shame to die, victory came.
Roger W Hancock © 1-27-2002
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Hope from
Hopelessness
by
Roger W Hancock
It is from within my God
that ableness to
overcome;
any grief or trying
time,
that makes this life so
sublime.
The woefulness in
hopelessness,
that one might in
bondage be.
Can strangle the
happiness
the victory for light to
see.
Gloom of darkness in the
soul,
a lie of one who would
destroy.
He seeks your soul to
control,
lies persuade your fear
employ.
Darkness thick all
hopelessness,
why is life worth
living?
The pain so great in
lifelessness,
what’s the use to go
on living?
There can be victory,
greater gain,
a Love to fill that soul
within.
Turn to Christ who felt
your pain,
who died for you to
cleanse from sin.
Jesus Christ the Lamb
sacrificed,
whipped and stripped,
carried cross.
From broken heart he
cried for you;
To cross the void, He
will carry you through.
I have been there so I
do know,
I feel the wretchedness
inside.
I’ve been given from
God the Hope,
to know there’s more
of Life inside.
Roger W Hancock
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Morning (Part One)
by
Roger W Hancock
Morning
comes I live again,
a purpose
waits for dawn.
Dark still
lingers to submit
to sun’s
light upon dew lawn.
Chance to
start a new life,
this dawning
of new day.
Troubles
past solvency,
new thought
shows the way.
Crispness,
fresh morning air,
invigorates
fresh optimism.
The darkness
near gone of…
last day’s
decay, of pessimism.
Roger W Hancock © 3-19-2002
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Morning (Part Two)
by
Roger W Hancock
Life anew, in
righteousness,
Let your darkness die.
Allow light of morning
Christ,
to rid your heart of
Satan’s lies.
Do not follow your own
heart,
lest your dark to lead
astray.
Follow only the heart of
God,
His Son died to show the
way.
For the darkness of your
sin,
Christ the Lord does
morn.
First begin, confess
your sin,
in Christ new life,
reborn.
Roger W Hancock © 3-19-2002
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Angels
Angles
by
Roger W Hancock
The
day man’s towers fell, tears fell.
The
day the angels cried, angels played the angles.
Some
say, “Where was God?” they do not see.
Thousands
more not there that day,
the
day the tears on towers fell.
Many
did not fly that day,
the
planes were light with load.
Brave
men on one flight were placed
to
save our nation’s throne.
Angels
may have cried that day,
elated
joy for those now saved.
A
second chance to live God’s ways.
Others,
angels guide to ‘Judgment Day’,
forever
gain or eternal pain.
Ready
or not their time had come,
Tears
for those who’s gain is pain.
Greater
joy for those saved in death to eternal life.
They
are the ones, now in paradise.
Roger W Hancock © 9-21-2002
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Angels
Are ...
by Roger W Hancock
Some say angels are the dearly
departed,
but the dearly departed they guide
to judgment.
Some say Angels are good demons,
rather, demons are bad angles with
Lucifer fallen.
Angels are not beloved pet animals,
Angels, God's messengers protectors of
creation.
Angels, servants of the master potter,
Serving God in serving those redeemed
by the Son.
Roger W Hancock copyright 11-24-2002
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Little White
by Roger W Hancock
Small or large still stay the same,
Long or short, yet still a shame.
The blame you claim your aim,
Truth defamed, exposed in flame.
Little white, fiddle trite
Concealed light creates blight,
Slight deceit when recite,
Incites, invite… death indict.
Truth is truth, takes no sleuth,
Reveal fib’s fame, of uncouth youth.
Word of truth to cleanse the mouth,
Lies will die, against truth’s worth.
© Roger W Hancock 2-26-06
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Prime
by Roger W Hancock
A friend dies for a friend,
with out a second thought.
Mother tries to save the child,
instinct drives her actions.
Father dives to save the son,
Duty to protect the family.
Strangers die saving others,
The moral thing to do.
God had sent his son to die,
For the sake of righteousness.
Christ the Son stood instead,
Though Humanity betrayed.
God gave His Son, Himself,
The sacrifice of prime.
©
Roger W Hancock 2-26-06
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Three Love
by Roger W Hancock
Love the Father
Life’s first author,
Who gave His Son,
Himself for us.
Spirit Truth,
Three in one.
Love the Son,
Author’s light,
With the Father,
Who is the Father,
Holy Spirit
All in one.
Love the Spirit,
Word’s first life,
Father’s truth,
Son’s delight.
Comforts this,
Created one.
© Roger W Hancock 2-26-06
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Better Than Others?
by Roger W Hancock
Pond scum of the local slum,
Unscrupulous lord of serfs.
Oil, grease, decayed food,
Floating atop, a stagnant pool.
Narrow, darkly lit, alleys, lurk,
Scoundrels, rapists, murderers.
What makes me, much more than these?
Which sin more worthy, over others?
What man is better, than any of these?
When life belongs, to a greater other?
Unworthy within, blessings given,
Undeserved, the love received.
Yet within the heart of God,
Solace love within forgives.
This unworthy wretched slime,
Cleansed, by sacrifice of love.
© Roger W Hancock 2-26-06
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Beside Me
by Roger W Hancock
Christ lives with us, every day,
In each and every way.
When I’m sad he comforts me,
His righteous words I see.
Depression lurks, shadow’s night
Dissipates in Son’s light.
Morning passing parent’s death,
Comfort in Spirit’s breath.
Stress of a work day’s service,
Calm, when
on Him I rest.
Temptation within my sight,
Life’s plight subdued by might.
Prince of peace, walks every day,
Beside me, lest I stray.
© 09-02-06 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Living Death
by Roger W Hancock
Oh, the wench of wretchedness,
narcissistic life she lived.
Sitting at the open well,
Tears for her many mussy sins.
Through the drudge of selfish wants,
Lived her life without much thought,
Of Him who died that she might live,
In Him; living well of forgiving life.
The man so proud of accomplishments,
Does not cheat, lie, or steal.
Wretched pride undoes his deeds,
Unaware of his one lone, vile sin.
Stealth of sin within each life;
Devolves the soul away from God.
Obedience to Son sacrificed,
Cleans the stench of living death.
Please the Lord in righteousness,
Disobedience brings eternal wrath.
God forgives sin, fellowship within;
Spurn His life, death will be your gain.
No sin fine or course escapes,
Need for cleansing sacrifice.
Simplicity,
evading death,
Yield ones life into God’s love.
© 10-14-06
Roger W Hancock,
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