I've been writing poetry and songs since a young boy - for 40 years. It has been primarily recreational but I have written on various subjects upon request. My education is K-12 and one year of business college - and did not involve any specialized focus on poetry. I have had just a few poems published but did not pursue it very diligently. Ron g. Wallace
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CHAPLAIN He stood upon The battlefields Of history. The memory Of a million wars Haunting his solitude, And the faces Of a multitude, Disrupting his reverie. He looked upon Forgotten graves Where men were laid; Where now displayed The lost and wasted lives Of Mankind's very best; And there he wept For Mankind, thus possessed; And there he prayed. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6-15-96 CHOICES I saw stretched out upon the grass Mankind in sinful state. Before them stood a shaky fence With a very narrow gate. On one side, Satan domineered With deception, fear and hate. On the other side, stood Jesus, Reaching out to small and great. They began to move so slowly Along the narrow grade Until two groups now stood distinct, The choices clearly made. But then upon the shaky fence A daring soul I spied. Who smugly said, "I like it here- I choose not either side. The Lord then gathered up his own, (To heaven they return). While the grass and the shaky fence, Caught fire and began to burn. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 5-26-98 DAY OF THE LORD Suddenly The land is cloaked with dark So very thick; The hand of God So quick Has covered sun and moon, And choked The light's last spark. And then like light'ning Cross the blackened sky, The Sun of Man arrives And blinds the tribes of earth With awesome fright, While calling His elect From all the world To gather at His side. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 9-18-96 STILL WE SING They ring Throughout the years, The songs of faith Sung by our Christian peers. And though the fears and spears Of persecution's hate, Continue to assail, And oppression's sword Will ever bring travail, Yet still we sing. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6-24-96 WITHOUT GOD God is not dead, Man is dead to God. His soul unfed, By choice he roams So starved instead. Thus travels blind To all the truths divine And lives in dread. God's not asleep, It's man who slumbers; Entrenched so deep In sin and apathy Which he must reap, As law fulfilled. And thus in pain he will Forever weep. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 8-9-96 THE COUNSEL OF A FRIEND Proverbs 27:9 How sweet the perfumed fragrance rare, That permeates my very soul; That soothes my doubts 'bout all my care; And steers me clear from every snare. This counsel of a friend so dear, To ever comfort and console; To vanquish every subtle fear, And fill me with his special cheer. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6/4/96 DEATH I do not fear The valley of the shadow, Nor the gateway at its end; The door that brings me Face to face, With my eternal Friend. "To be absent from the body, Is present with the Lord," The threat of death is shallow, The taste of death, reward. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6/5/96 THE PROMISE Displayed For all the heavenly host To see. Our aid The Son of Man and God Was He. Now laid Upon the wooden cross, The tree. He paid The debt of sin for you And me. He rose, The Father's perfect plan, Complete. The foes, With Calvary's vict'ry, Defeat. The throes Of death's oppressive hold, To cheat. Now flows To all, The Promise, pure And sweet. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 5-23-96 DEPRAVITY Entrapped in darkness Hopeless and despairing, With everyone in need, And no one even caring. Strapped by sin's harness, Of bitterness and strife; Propelled by hate and greed, Every moment of their life. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6-10-96 SAVIOR "It is enough," He said, Now "let us go from here." Gethsemene Is beckoning - The kiss of death is near. 'Cross the river Kidron, The garden where he prayed, With bended knee His agony - Upon the Father laid. Still dark, the soldiers came, Disciple in their midst; To apprehend His guiltless friend - Whom the betrayer kissed. Secured and led away To face the courts of man, Falsely accused, Beaten and bruised - "Prophesy if you can." Satan, Jews and Romans Joined hands in infamy. In shameless pride They crucified - And claimed the victory. But there on Calv'ry's cross A greater vic'try won; The sins of man, Placed on The Man - Our Savior, God the Son. Then He cried, "It's finished." Sins heavy debt was paid. He bowed his head, The Son was dead - God's justice thus displayed. Three days and nights he lay Within the sealed tomb; The Spirit's call As proof to all - The grave did not consume. Seated now in heaven In honor at the Throne. Till in vic'try And great glory - He comes to claim His own. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 6-30-96 HOW BAD How bad can it get? Do you know the pain That Jesus knew When He was slain? Do you feel each blow That was bestowed Upon the Savior By the guard; And the disregard, When spurned by His own, And rejected As untrue? Let us not, therefore, Lose heart, For though our body Falls apart, Each day our soul Is strengthened And made whole. How bad can it get? Do you feel the whole Of mankind's sin Upon your soul? Do you feel each nail That impaled The sinless Savior On the tree, And the agony When God turned away And judged Him For you? Let us not, therefore, Despair, For though our sorrows Seem unfair, God's wondrous grace Provides for Every care. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 5/29/96 TEMPTATION The pressures of the enemy Are in array around me. The pleasures of life's vanity At every point surround me. Yet in the midst of all this mist, There is a light that guides me, And thus from failure's flailing fist It is God's truth that hides me. Within this life of strain and strife, It seeks to brutalize me, And in this night of pain and fright, It works to neutralize me. But even though this mighty foe prowls ever to devour me, I surely know God's gracious flow Is ever there to shower me. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 2-1-95 PRAYER Just beyond The blackness of enshrouded night Shines forth The refreshing promise of daylight. And as that blanket of darkness Drifts away, The golden sun heralds A brand new day. So it is, With troubles and cares of life. The sorrow; The blackness of fear and strife, Through PRAYER, quickly fades away And is gone; As new strength and hope Come with the dawn. Ron g. Wallace Copyright 5-23-96 |
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