Tuesday, February 28, 2012

In Heaven's Gate


There is good and bad in all of us
... sometimes no rhyme, reason for what we do.
Sometimes doing the right thing
... others, going against everything we knew.

Christians, we battle the flesh
... every single day.
What determines the path we take?
... which one most gets its way.

Me? I am a drifter.
... one day this, one day that.
One day nestled in God's bosom
... the next, no idea where I'm at.

You see, beside the straight and narrow road
... there is a very snaky path.
The sum of who I am and who I should be
... just doesn't add up, when I do the math.

The Lord with whom I long to be
... walked that straight and narrow road.
Did not waver, no, not one step
... though he carried the very heavy load.

Of a brother who too often willfully sins
... meanders off the path he should trod.
All too often too woefully weak
... to walk in the steps of God.

And yet, He still loves, still forgives me
... even when I cannot.
Picks me up and whispers
... "Keep walking they're forgot."

And so I go on walking,
... some days straight, narrow and sublime.
Some days stumbling, fumbling in darkness
... soul and spirit out of rhythm, out of rhyme.

But,  I keep on walking
... for I know in the end
Waiting at Heaven's Gate
... is my Lord, brother... friend.
 
Russ Pergram

Sunday, February 19, 2012

All for Jesus





All of us are sinners
Lest we should forget
Love's the greatest commandment

Forgive those who sin against us
Obey the golden rule
Return good for evil

Jesus took my place
Even died for my forgiveness
So who am I to judge
Unworthy are we all
Save for God's good grace
 
 Russ Pergram

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Bridge


The bridge is where we used to go
...when we needed to get away
The private place we had
...to think, hope and pray.

Between us we spent
...countless hours there.
Our triumphs, our tragedies
...at the bridge always share.

The bridge is the place
...where we first met.
We first held each other close
...a night I'll never forget.

So many hopes and dreams
... we shared at our spot.
Most have gone away
...abandoned or forgot.

Still, as long as I’m alive,
...until my days are done,
Whenever I think of the bridge
... I'll only think of one.

Though now eyes grow dim
...in my mind still I can see
Your face in the water
... smiling up at me.

Suddenly, your image gone
...no vision do I espy.
As tokens of love
... falling from my eye

Ripple the water
... your vision to replace.
With one of my own
... an old man’s smiling face.

Who, at long last knows
...why the waters always ran so deep.
Because for every generation
...lost love comes here to weep.

Russ Pergram