What god do you follow
The God of the Bible
Or a man made Idol
The true God is our Father
His love will take you farther
An idol we can make with our hands
They make promises that can never stand
Idols sit in their places
Our God is in all places
The truth is hard to swallow
© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 and 2012
Jesus I’m so in love with You
It’s Your word that carries me through
It’s Your spirit that gives me conviction
It’s Your voice that gives me direction
When life’s too hard to handle on my own
You remind me that I’m not alone
© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 and 2012
As a young boy
I had no place to turn
A relationship with my Father
my heart would just burn
The abuse would start
To my dismay
A fight would break out
I had to run away
I had no place to run
Had no place to go
What would I do
I didn’t even know
There seemed to be no end
To all the abuse
Staying away from home
I had to find an excuse
First there was school
Then friends
Then work
A relationship with my father
My heart still hurt
I was introduced to God
Through a mutual friend
My only interest in Him
Was to put the abuse to an end
Little did I know
For God I would gain a desire
A relationship with my Heavenly Father
Is now what I aspire
© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 and 2012
When I cannot sleep I often sit and write
What about, praising God and doing what is right
Making right choices is how God wants us to live
The struggle is we often tend to not want to give
Adequate time to think in order to make right choices
In our head we have to compete with other voices
In times like these we have to learn to decide
To listen to God’s spirit in His direction we will abide
It is not easy and often difficult at best
As we chose His voice we learn to pass the test
We are tested as we grow and learn to walk
In God’s ways we have to do more than just talk
When we make right choices it is a win and not lose
To make right choices we have to seek God in all we do
© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 and 2012
There was a man who hung on a cross
He therefore died for the lost
The sick He did heal
Before He ate His last meal
As a boy He started to teach
For Gods glory He did reach
His church He will build
Not even satan can steal
So when tempted to sin
Reach up for Jesus to win
You see heaven’s a real place
For all that finish the race
It’s not how fast or slow we run
Run into the Arms of the Son
© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 and 2012
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