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A Collection Of A Collection Of PoemsPoems

By Don PickneyBy Don Pickney

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Don Pickney
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Inside InformationInside Information

The problem came, the flood arose,The problem came, the flood arose, It seemed this time my heart would break,It seemed this time my heart would break, But deep inside abiding was the Word,But deep inside abiding was the Word, I drew it out and wisdom came,I drew it out and wisdom came, I spoke it forth in Jesus’ name,I spoke it forth in Jesus’ name, Then there was strength and confidence to win the game,Then there was strength and confidence to win the game, I had inside information.I had inside information.    The flood is gone, it did subside,The flood is gone, it did subside, The problem? Well, I overcame,The problem? Well, I overcame, Success was mine, I embraced wisdom’s fame,Success was mine, I embraced wisdom’s fame, Never do I want to appear to negative be,Never do I want to appear to negative be, However, Jesus said, “More floods you’ll see,However, Jesus said, “More floods you’ll see, But like a house on a rock, you’ll always stand in victory,”But like a house on a rock, you’ll always stand in victory,” I have inside informationI have inside information    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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Winners Are LosersWinners Are Losers

Winners are losers that rise up again,Winners are losers that rise up again, And again, and again, and rise up till they And again, and again, and rise up till they

win,win, Losers are losers that run out of wind,Losers are losers that run out of wind, Winners are losers, losers are losers,Winners are losers, losers are losers, There really is no difference then,There really is no difference then, Except winners are losers that rise up Except winners are losers that rise up

again.again. Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004

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Love CoversLove Covers Like a hillside filled with flowers, Hiding rocks and ugly places,Like a hillside filled with flowers, Hiding rocks and ugly places, Makes it blossom with real beauty, Still beneath are crusty crevices.Makes it blossom with real beauty, Still beneath are crusty crevices.    Like a landscape of roots and blemishes, Changed to pleasant scenes of Like a landscape of roots and blemishes, Changed to pleasant scenes of

splendor,splendor, Worked by hands and hearts of vision, Brought with purpose, rhyme and Worked by hands and hearts of vision, Brought with purpose, rhyme and

reason.reason.    Like a hillside filled with flowers, Love’s designed always to cover,Like a hillside filled with flowers, Love’s designed always to cover, For life’s “ins and outs” and troubles, God made the heart to be a lover.For life’s “ins and outs” and troubles, God made the heart to be a lover.    It’s unreal, so says the cynic, It’s just a front, only the surface,It’s unreal, so says the cynic, It’s just a front, only the surface, He knows no love, he’s legalistic, To charge men’s faults, His only purpose.He knows no love, he’s legalistic, To charge men’s faults, His only purpose.    He works at digging up life’s boulders, His world, a world of barren soil,He works at digging up life’s boulders, His world, a world of barren soil, If he could learn the power to cover, His calloused heart would know life’s joy.If he could learn the power to cover, His calloused heart would know life’s joy. Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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I Don’t Have Time, I’m Too Busy I Don’t Have Time, I’m Too Busy With MineWith Mine

The sun arose, but not before I, With things to begin, and victories to win,The sun arose, but not before I, With things to begin, and victories to win, And challenges to face, I prepare for the race, Get out of my way world, “live and let And challenges to face, I prepare for the race, Get out of my way world, “live and let

live” I say,live” I say, I can’t get involved with your problems, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.I can’t get involved with your problems, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.    The Sunset came long before I made it in, All the contacts I made, the presentations I The Sunset came long before I made it in, All the contacts I made, the presentations I

gavegave The excuses I heard, finally “No” was the word, Don’t call with your needs, The excuses I heard, finally “No” was the word, Don’t call with your needs, Cause I’m in a real bind, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.Cause I’m in a real bind, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.    From Sunup to sundown you’ve worked very hard, From Sunup to sundown you’ve worked very hard, Calling those on your list, everything else you’ve missed,Calling those on your list, everything else you’ve missed, Without seeing the needs, passing over good deeds,Without seeing the needs, passing over good deeds, There’s a phrase that expresses why to success you’ve been blind,There’s a phrase that expresses why to success you’ve been blind, It goes like this, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.It goes like this, I don’t have time, I’m too busy with mine.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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A Thing AmazingA Thing Amazing

A man may fool himself, In his own eyes be deluded,A man may fool himself, In his own eyes be deluded, He may think that he is welcome, When in fact he has intruded,He may think that he is welcome, When in fact he has intruded, In his own self estimation, He may feel on course as planned,In his own self estimation, He may feel on course as planned, And later wake up just to find out, It had slipped right through his hands.And later wake up just to find out, It had slipped right through his hands.    A man might also fool his neighbors, Into believing in his schemeA man might also fool his neighbors, Into believing in his scheme And after a three or four course dinner, They might contribute to his dream,And after a three or four course dinner, They might contribute to his dream, They could quite possibly consider, But still miss a point most vital,They could quite possibly consider, But still miss a point most vital, And when all is said and done, Wind up “a creek without a paddle.”And when all is said and done, Wind up “a creek without a paddle.”    But I’ve learned a thing amazing, Though I’m not certain of the reason,But I’ve learned a thing amazing, Though I’m not certain of the reason, As consistent as the sunrise, And as sure as every season,As consistent as the sunrise, And as sure as every season, If a man will pay attention, There is help for him in life,If a man will pay attention, There is help for him in life, He’ll walk around a heap of trouble, If he’ll learn to listen to his wife.He’ll walk around a heap of trouble, If he’ll learn to listen to his wife.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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Oh, What a Shame!Oh, What a Shame!

I saw a friend one day, as he began to build,I saw a friend one day, as he began to build, For days and weeks and months he dreamed,For days and weeks and months he dreamed, On pages white he drew his schemes,On pages white he drew his schemes, But problems came,But problems came, His hopes were His hopes were

drained,drained, Oh, what a shame!Oh, what a shame!    I saw this friend of mine, once more begin to build,I saw this friend of mine, once more begin to build, He made good plans, still more he planned,He made good plans, still more he planned, Then came the day to use his hand, to start to build,Then came the day to use his hand, to start to build, But problems came,But problems came, His hopes were His hopes were

drained,drained, Oh, What a shame!Oh, What a shame!

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Oh, What a Shame! – Continued…Oh, What a Shame! – Continued…

This friend of mine so dear, again made plans to build,This friend of mine so dear, again made plans to build, With all his friends he shared his glee, they rejoiced with him for With all his friends he shared his glee, they rejoiced with him for

joy to see,joy to see, The start of the building of his dream,The start of the building of his dream, But problems came,But problems came, His hopes were drained,His hopes were drained, Oh, what a shame!Oh, what a shame!    I see once more, this friend, he’s beginning to build again,I see once more, this friend, he’s beginning to build again, He says, “It’s not my fault you see, that things worked out so He says, “It’s not my fault you see, that things worked out so

previously,previously, Others caused the ruin of all my prior plans,Others caused the ruin of all my prior plans, This time there’s not a This time there’s not a

thing,thing, No obstacles my hopes to No obstacles my hopes to

drain,drain, Oh, what a shame!Oh, what a shame! Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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Love’s LanguageLove’s Language

There is a language that has no earthly origin,There is a language that has no earthly origin, It came into existence through a Man born in a manger,It came into existence through a Man born in a manger, He chose as his vocabulary, the words learned from His He chose as his vocabulary, the words learned from His

Father,Father, He Himself said He came down from heaven.He Himself said He came down from heaven.    To many His words sound to them so foreign,To many His words sound to them so foreign, Just trying to understand them is a thing almost impossible,Just trying to understand them is a thing almost impossible, He says things like, “Give, hoping to receive nothing of He says things like, “Give, hoping to receive nothing of

them,”them,” Or, “When smitten on the one cheek, turn the other.”Or, “When smitten on the one cheek, turn the other.”   

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Love’s Language – Continued…Love’s Language – Continued…

Some of the words He used most often,Some of the words He used most often, Are trust, hope, truth, believe, endurance and Are trust, hope, truth, believe, endurance and

longsuffering,longsuffering, He says, “No matter what you do, you’ll always find He says, “No matter what you do, you’ll always find

forgiveness,forgiveness, And at those words the world can only wonder.And at those words the world can only wonder.    If folks would learn to use His language,If folks would learn to use His language, No problem could ever cause two friends to part,No problem could ever cause two friends to part, All broken homes would be mended, divorce courts would All broken homes would be mended, divorce courts would

be emptied,be emptied, And man would learn to live again in peace.And man would learn to live again in peace.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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The Pioneer’s CryThe Pioneer’s Cry

Give me liberty, I cry, to explore the depths of God,Give me liberty, I cry, to explore the depths of God, Give me liberty to explore as a great pioneer,Give me liberty to explore as a great pioneer, With the Word now open wide and the Spirit as my With the Word now open wide and the Spirit as my

guide,guide, Give me liberty to explore the depths of God.Give me liberty to explore the depths of God.    Do not try to take away my life’s ambition,Do not try to take away my life’s ambition, Let me soar into the deep, deep things of God,Let me soar into the deep, deep things of God, Excuse me when my discoveries make you Excuse me when my discoveries make you

uncomfortable,uncomfortable, It’s my spiritual nature to uncover and unravel.It’s my spiritual nature to uncover and unravel.      

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The Pioneer’s Cry - Continued…The Pioneer’s Cry - Continued…

There are many different kinds of us in Christ’s body,There are many different kinds of us in Christ’s body, Some are really very odd-like to the others,Some are really very odd-like to the others, But no matter whether liberal or conservative,But no matter whether liberal or conservative, It is helpful when supported by my brothers.It is helpful when supported by my brothers.   

In my fashion, by God’s hand which rests upon me,In my fashion, by God’s hand which rests upon me, I am surgically exploring all His goodness,I am surgically exploring all His goodness, As I do so, I am seeing things of glory,As I do so, I am seeing things of glory, Let me prove them, and in time all may enjoy them.Let me prove them, and in time all may enjoy them.    If you choose not to follow ‘ere I go,If you choose not to follow ‘ere I go, It will not really ever change a thing at all,It will not really ever change a thing at all, For you see I’ve made a Quality decision,For you see I’ve made a Quality decision, I’ve already answered God’s great pioneer call.I’ve already answered God’s great pioneer call. Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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I’ll UnderstandI’ll Understand

The way was rough, I missed a step, My friends all stopped communicating,The way was rough, I missed a step, My friends all stopped communicating, But Jesus didn’t — He understands.But Jesus didn’t — He understands.

   The class was hard, I missed the point, The teacher dropped me from the list,The class was hard, I missed the point, The teacher dropped me from the list,

But Jesus didn’t — He understands.But Jesus didn’t — He understands.    The game was fast, and I was slow, The coach declared I had no chance,The game was fast, and I was slow, The coach declared I had no chance,

But Jesus didn’t — He understands.But Jesus didn’t — He understands.    Now if you’re one who’s made mistakes, You look for one to be your friend,Now if you’re one who’s made mistakes, You look for one to be your friend,

I’m one with Him — I’ll understand.I’m one with Him — I’ll understand.    When all the world against you turns, Come to my place, I’ll invite you in,When all the world against you turns, Come to my place, I’ll invite you in,

Like Jesus does — I’ll understand.Like Jesus does — I’ll understand.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004         

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Instead of Listening To Instead of Listening To Your ReasonYour Reason

When one thinks about the problems, something happens to the When one thinks about the problems, something happens to the mind,mind,

It was not designed to worry, but to this some folks are blind,It was not designed to worry, but to this some folks are blind, Little things become important, important things get left behind,Little things become important, important things get left behind, All of life gets out of focus, and everything becomes a grind.All of life gets out of focus, and everything becomes a grind.    The spirit is like a muscle, the soul is not, everyone is made the The spirit is like a muscle, the soul is not, everyone is made the

same,same, The mind cannot long stand much pressure, It wasn’t made for such The mind cannot long stand much pressure, It wasn’t made for such

a game,a game, The recreated spirit is very strong, the Holy Spirit gave it’s start,The recreated spirit is very strong, the Holy Spirit gave it’s start, There’s a secret to avoid stress and pressure, Learn to listen to you There’s a secret to avoid stress and pressure, Learn to listen to you

heart.heart.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004   

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You Can Change Your You Can Change Your FateFate

Now I was so overweight, well over 225,Now I was so overweight, well over 225, The doctor worked hard to try and keep me alive,The doctor worked hard to try and keep me alive, I was blind in one eye, and deaf in one ear,I was blind in one eye, and deaf in one ear, Every move that I made was motivated by fear.Every move that I made was motivated by fear.    I was so deeply in debt, with what appeared no way out,I was so deeply in debt, with what appeared no way out, Everywhere that I turned, I only heard fear and doubt,Everywhere that I turned, I only heard fear and doubt, With all of my charge cards cut off, sunrise found me awake,With all of my charge cards cut off, sunrise found me awake, Tossing and turning, trying hard not to break.Tossing and turning, trying hard not to break.    Three times every week, I made my way to a pew,Three times every week, I made my way to a pew, And heard the pastor say things which I already knew,And heard the pastor say things which I already knew, He told me where I had failed, and what I should do,He told me where I had failed, and what I should do, Somehow he never quite got to the part of “how to.”Somehow he never quite got to the part of “how to.”

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You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…

So unworthy was I, at least that’s how I felt,So unworthy was I, at least that’s how I felt, The sermons I heard just kept me loaded with guilt,The sermons I heard just kept me loaded with guilt, With so many unanswered prayers, in confusion I churned,With so many unanswered prayers, in confusion I churned, How could I stand before God, when I was such a worm.How could I stand before God, when I was such a worm.    In desperation I prayed, I would cry and plead much,In desperation I prayed, I would cry and plead much, For the Lord to come down, and just give me a touch,For the Lord to come down, and just give me a touch, Many days did go by, and the weeks became months,Many days did go by, and the weeks became months, Still there was no response, I did not hear God once.Still there was no response, I did not hear God once.    Then two men came along, one did farm, one did preach,Then two men came along, one did farm, one did preach, They held a “faith seminar,” said they’d both come to teach,They held a “faith seminar,” said they’d both come to teach, ““No need to be sick,” they said, I got mad as could be,No need to be sick,” they said, I got mad as could be, And on top of all else, they promised God’s prosperity.And on top of all else, they promised God’s prosperity.

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You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…

They showed from the Word, that we can change our fate,They showed from the Word, that we can change our fate, They taught the “power of the tongue,” and spoke of Joshua 1:8,They taught the “power of the tongue,” and spoke of Joshua 1:8, For three and one-half days I sat, often quite angrily,For three and one-half days I sat, often quite angrily, To think that my church would allow such heresy.To think that my church would allow such heresy.    With the seminar complete, at home I could not rest,With the seminar complete, at home I could not rest, They had shaken me hard, they spoke of my righteousness,They had shaken me hard, they spoke of my righteousness, Not once did they speak of sin, they called us covenant men,Not once did they speak of sin, they called us covenant men, Said, “Blessed are they whose sin cannot be imputed to them.Said, “Blessed are they whose sin cannot be imputed to them.    From Deuteronomy twenty-eight, The taught the curse of law,From Deuteronomy twenty-eight, The taught the curse of law, Then in Galatians 3:13, that we were redeemed from it all,Then in Galatians 3:13, that we were redeemed from it all, They proved the curse was three-fold, sickness, death and poverty,They proved the curse was three-fold, sickness, death and poverty, But with the shield of faith, they said it could not come on me.But with the shield of faith, they said it could not come on me.

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You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…You Can Change Your Fate – Continued…

They taught of Abraham, from Romans 4:19-21,They taught of Abraham, from Romans 4:19-21, How he didn’t weaken in faith until the day he saw his son,How he didn’t weaken in faith until the day he saw his son, In mark 11:23, they taught we could have what we say,In mark 11:23, they taught we could have what we say, Believe your receive it, they said, when you pray.Believe your receive it, they said, when you pray.    By the time day had dawned, from the Word light had come in,By the time day had dawned, from the Word light had come in, In my heart there was faith, where fear and darkness had been,In my heart there was faith, where fear and darkness had been, I entered into a rest, since then the struggles are o’re,I entered into a rest, since then the struggles are o’re, Now I have a 34 waiste where I had a 48 before.Now I have a 34 waiste where I had a 48 before.          Instead of deafness, I hear, instead of blindness, I see,Instead of deafness, I hear, instead of blindness, I see, Out the window went tradition and “whatever will be, will be,”Out the window went tradition and “whatever will be, will be,” Instead of worry and care, in the Word I meditate,Instead of worry and care, in the Word I meditate, And it’s for whosoever will, you too can change your fate.And it’s for whosoever will, you too can change your fate.    Don Pickney © 2004Don Pickney © 2004