Gnats and Flies
I asked the Lord to tell me why
He made the gnat and made the fly.
They both are pests; they aggravate;
They do no good; there�s no debate.
To my surprise, He answered me;
He understood my plight, you see.
The gnats and flies surrounded Him
When Roman nails pinned down each limb.
�I would have swatted them away,
But couldn�t move My hands that day.
My friend, I know they aggravate,
But is your torment all that great?�
He left me to my thoughts�alone;
The answer came when He was gone.
When I�m by gnats and flies maligned,
My Savior�s wounds come to my mind.
And though I still swat them away,
I think about the cross that day.
My debt to him I recognize,
And thank Him for these gnats and flies.
�Mac Wilkey
Bridgeport, AL
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Cowboy at Christmas
The cowboy rode his horse one night, the snow piled on the trail
He�d traveled far to get back home, but feared that he might fail
But then the stars shone brightly; he knew he wouldn�t stray
The wise men must have seen them the same way.
He wondered if young Joseph felt the way that he did now
He heard the sound of animals, some sheep perhaps a cow
He saw the barn just up ahead; the open door, the hay
Young Mary must have seen it the same way.
He tied his horse inside the barn but tiredness settled in
He lay down by the manger and couldn�t help but grin
He looked up at the animals and thought back to the day
The Christ child must have seen them the same way.
His family heard the noise and all came rushing to his side
They gathered round and then they laughed as little Johnny cried
�My Daddy�s home! My Daddy�s home! �That�s all the boy could say.
The Shepherds must have seen Him the same way.
�Mac Wilkey
Bridgeport, AL
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I Looked For That Bible
I looked for that Bible-- the one that you read me
The one held together by duct tape and love
For all through my childhood, I cherished that Bible
For it promised comfort and hope from above
We used it so often -- its pages were tattered
Its binding was splitting�it needed repair
But you didn�t toss it and go buy a new one
You held it together with duct tape and care
You didn�t give up on that worn-out old Bible
And you let its words show me inside your heart
A heart full of love that just held us together
When so many things could have pulled us apart
When I needed comfort you always stood by me
I felt your support and your guidance each day
And now more than ever I sense that you�re with me
As prayers that you�re praying help me on my way
So if you don�t mind let�s just keep that old Bible
The one held together with duct tape and love
And maybe once more you can read from that Bible
Those words full of comfort and hope from above.
�Mac Wilkey
Bridgeport, AL
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