Boe's Blog

Bringing my passions, poetry, people, politics, pictures, pleasures, prayers, and praises to my friends!
Sunset over Memphis!!!

Sunset over Memphis!!!

Glory, Dayspring, Daybreak

Sunrise captured with an iPhone 4

Sunrise captured with an iPhone 4

The Lord is exalted over all the nations, his glory above the heavens. (Psalm 113:4 NIV)

The Lord is exalted over all the nations, his glory above the heavens. (Psalm 113:4 NIV)

If My People

Grieved for my country as I kneel down tonight, our nation is torn by division and strife.
The pointing of fingers and shouting of blame, the beginning of violence and absence of shame.

Our leaders are filled with arrogance and pride, both parties unyielding as they line up their sides.
Not one leader has surfaced and offered us peace, with no one willing to bow to their knees.

Agendas must pause for a moment of prayer, and ask our great God for his guidance and care.
He said if you lack wisdom, to ask and receive, but instead of your presence we’ve asked You to leave.

Our prayers have been silenced across this great land, what once was so cherished has been governed and banned.
Life, once was valued and guarded as light, now it’s a choice between the left and the right.

Your laws and your statutes once adorned our great halls, no longer are welcomed or hang on our walls.
The children were taught that knowledge and truth, were targets of life with His love as our fruit.

Gazing back over some fifty years, remembering when grace was always so near.
Cheating, and lying were breaking the rules, and those type of actions not allowed in our schools.

We’ve strayed from our virtues and standards so high, and forgotten our founders who gave up their lives.
The time has now come to bow on our knees, pleading forgiveness, for making You grieve.

Forsaking our God and his righteous decrees, has left us adrift to do as we please.
Resistence has come as pride settled in, but grace for the humble as we repent of our sins.

Our God and our Father, Savior and King, help us allow you to touch everything.
Our government, our laws, our land and our people, from Wall Street to Main Street and inside our steeples.

We hunger dear Lord for your presence within, as we renew our commitment to serve you again.
Loving and serving and remembering the cross, let us never forget you always weighing the cost.

Restore our great land and the honor we’re needing, the values and virtues our founders were seeding.
They taught to their children and branded their hearts, let freedom ring loud, with me let it start!

So I’ll be the first to lay down my pride, and fall to my “knees and look to the sky. The answer and longings are held in His hand, turn back to our God and He’ll restore our great land!

The Watering Hole

There is a third place where wise men still gather, to talk and to share and just sit and chatter.

Solve all the problems that come from the crowd, in an hour or so as we debate them out loud.

Wisdom is found in this group so diverse, a teacher, a preacher, a mentor, and worse,

a lawyer in whom we all can poke some fun at, but a loyal and true friend that we all take our turn at.

Honesty, openness, candor and questions, are many of the items that nab our discussions.

As we sit in the Shoppe and enjoy the menu, we’re sharing our joys and prayers at the venue.

Reading the paper or describing a book, harassing the ones who will take a look,

at the laptop or email with today’s technology, or the cell phone that rings in the midst of theology.

Politics and religion offer heated debates, as we share from our hearts and eloquently state,

our passions and pains from our lives often heard, that perspective from others is a valuable word.

Yankees and Red Sox is just one more topic, we often refer to till some make us stop it.

Our college athletics is another deep passion, we’re proud of our orange and in love with our crimson.

When sickness occurs or tragedy rocks, the first ones responding are our friends from the shoppe.

With compassion and grace and willing to serve, understanding with life there will always be curves.

True friends are so few and priceless for sure, but the ones that we value are the ones that endure.

As God up above allows our lives to connect, we should enjoy all our friendships only he can direct.

So as we gather for coffee or bagel or lunch, remember our maker may have a hunch,

of setting the table for more than we plan, as the steps of our lives are controlled by his hand.

Boe Parrish