Saturday, October 9, 2010

Memories of Love Poem

Memories of Love
By Brian Russell

As I sit here and watch the cars drive by fast

Enjoying the day, I dream of the past

I think of the love of times long ago

When we were so young and I was your beau

But the day is too pretty for me to be sad

So I sit and I smile with memories we had

We got into trouble but we sure had fun

Fantabulous times, I miss you a ton

The sun is now setting. Before I'm lonely and blue,

I will sit, I’ll have faith, in our God; He is true.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Everyday should be Mother’s Day

Everyday should be Mother’s Day
by Brian Russell
the old man

Once a year is not enough
To honor you with mushy stuff
Even Hugs and Kisses are far too few
To show the love I have for you

I could fly to the moon and back
And ride on every railroad track
I’ll never find the perfect treasure
To show my love and bring you pleasure

Jewelry, candy, plants and more
And everything inside the store
My love could not be shown by things
Not even small cute figurines

Poems and pots of violets of blue
Cards made by hand just for you
Everything I have in mind
Could never measure the love I find

You’ve given me so much more
Than what could be found in any store
Filling my life with hope and love
And teaching me of the Lord above

For no matter what I say or do
The love inside I have for you
Could never be shown in just one day
That’s why Everyday should be Mother’s Day

Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Burger, a Dog, the Legs of a Frog

You can love...

a burger, a dog, the legs of a frog
a train, or a plane, or a mid-summer's rain
a snail, a pail or a puppy dog's tail
a cat, or a bat, and a rat a tat tat
a page, a cage, or even some sage
a truck, a duck, an ol' hockey puck
a shirt, some dirt, and an old man that blurts
a ball, a hall, and somethings that's small
a pan, a fan, or getting a tan
a kite, a fright, a brisk autumn night
a rose, a hose and even a nose
a bed, a thread, a wagon that's red
a gate, a crate, a rink to go skate
a bin, a chin, a sinister grin
a skit, a pit, or even to spit
a den, a pen, an ol' big fat hen
a bet, a jet, something that's wet
a bell, a well, even a smell
a show, some snow, a dim candle glow
a hound, a sound, kissing the ground
a cake, a rake, a slimy ol' snake
a chair, a fair and somethng to wear
a snack, a rack, even a yak
a sub, a rub, a tub you can scrub
a bun, a run, something well done
a cot, a pot, even a dot
a cap, a map, an afternoon nap
a hand, a land, and your favorite band
a ring, to sing, or any ol' thing

But the love that I found comes from Him up on High
If you need proof, look up to the sky
He pours out His grace and His love to us all
God sent His own Son to answer our call

Well I know that it's true we all love some treasures
But I tell you right now there is greater pleasure
Make a friend of His Son and live in His will
God will save you today 'cause Christ paid the bill

I know we all sin it's a terrible thing
But Christ came to save us just give Him a ring
Ask for forgiveness and He'll send His grace
Blessings and Love for the whole human race

And though there are times of struggle and strife
Open your heart and put Him in your life
He'll carry you along, give comfort and love
And one day we'll join Him in Heaven above.

Visit Oldmanblurts YouTube to hear me reading this poem.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Easter Devotion

Easter Devotion
by Brian Russell

H ow could You send Your Son for me

A nd sacrifice Him on that tree

P unish Him for things that I would do

P oured out His blood to make me new

Y ou sent Him to take away my sin

E very day I breathe I think of Him

A nd all the pain that He went through

S uffering as He walked and beaten blue

T oday I Thank You for all You’ve done

E mbracing me by giving Your Son

R edeeming the world through grace and love

Raising Him from the dead, He joined You above

Thank You Lord

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Vibrant Fire

Vibrant Fire
by Brian Russell

Branches flaming hot
Alive you crackle and glow
Soothing weary souls

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Irish Old Man

Irish Old Man
by Brian Russell
the old man

I'm an Irish old man
So I guess I have luck
My riches aren't plenty
Not nary a buck

I've been through some hard times
But I've muddled through
With God's grace and mercy
When life has been blue

I've tried on my own
To make it all right
But it took His great love
To walk through the night

Now an Irish old man
Is Lucky they say
And though mine's been bad
I'll bless you today

First I'll give you the key
To a happier life
Make friends with His Son
He'll help with your strife

Christ will give you His love
His strength and His shield
He will show you the way
But your will you must yield

An Irish blessing from me
Will not mean a thing
If that's why you came here
Make Christ your King

I'll leave you this blessing
From an Irish, not Keats
May all your requests
Never end in defeat.

Friday, January 1, 2010

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