I know you reign on high, Oh God,
And rule o'er time and space.
But you also came so nigh, oh God,
And dwelt here in this place.
This place in which I live, oh God,
And walk from day to day.
Your blessed Son to give, oh God,
To help me find the way.
The way that leads to you, oh God,
That straight and narrow road.
That's found by very few, oh God,
Who stumble neath their load.
My load you said you'd bear, oh God,
Give rest from toil and strain.
If I'd come to you in prayer, oh God,
And come in Jesus' name.
In Jesus' name I've come, oh God,
And found it to be so,
In Jesus' name alone, oh God,
Your peace and blessings flow.
Your blessings flow to me, oh God,
Lights in my soul a flame.
Sets my captive spirit free, oh God,
And all in Jesus' name.
In Jesus' name you hear, oh God,
In Jesus name you save.
Deliver me from fear, oh God,
Of death, it's sting and grave.
The grave He overcame, oh God,
It could not hold Him down.
In Christ alone I claim, oh God,
My everlasting crown.
Crown Him King of Kings, oh God,
Crown Him Lord of Lords,
My faith hopes and sings, oh God,
In your eternal words.
~ Ken Hammack ~ 3/29/01
Sometime my mind will take it's flight,
Back o'er the sands of time,
Recall with joy and great delight,
Those lovely scenes that come to mind.
Those "olden days" of youthful fun,
That brings my heart much cheer,
Those "golden days" that now are done,
Hold memories so dear.
But I can't live in days gone by,
There's so much yet for me to do,
I'll leave the past where it does lie,
Seek today for what is "new".
Sometime my mind will take it's flight,
To future worlds unseen,
To view with hope the things that might,
Fulfill my greatest dream.
Those "unknown days" are yet ahead,
I know not what they hold,
That "not shown page" I haven't read,
It's substance isn't told.
But I can't live in days not here,
For they may never come,
I'll leave the future in it's "sphere"
Today is my day in the sun.
And so my mind turns to today,
This is the time that I must live,
Of past and future I've no say,
Today's the time that I must give,
Of heart and mind and spirit,
Of life and purpose true,
So all I touch may hear it,
God's grace will see you through.
Just live today as tho your last,
And friend it well could be,
The past is gone, it goes so fast,
The future you can't see.
We only have this moment,
To hold within in our hand,
So live your life within it,
Leave footprints on the sand.
~ Ken Hammack ~ 3/29/01
There's a "secret" place within my mind,
Where I can plan and scheme,
In "reverie" I'm sure to find,
An answer to my wildest dream.
And in this hidden, veiled retreat,
With great anticipation,
Expectantly, I'll daily meet,
With my imagination.
And there the two of us will play,
In flowered meadows fair,
We, each in turn, will have our say,
Our hopes and aspirations share.
We'll sail the widest ocean,
Traverse the mountain height,
Explore each deep emotion,
Let fancy take it's flight.
We'll banish every fear and doubt,
We'll conquer every foe,
Despair and gloom we'll soundly rout,
Resolve and purpose show.
No task will be too hard to do,
No risk too big to take,
No solemn sky will cloud our view,
We'll leave them in our "wake".
Imagination is my friend,
My comrade tried and true,
If time with him I could not spend,
I don't know what I'd do.
How dry and dull my life would be,
Without him by my side,
My aims and goals I'd never see,
If he were not my guide.
If in your life you're struggling much,
As you wrestle with frustration,
Look deep within and get in touch,
With your imagination.
~ Ken Hammack ~ 3/30/01
I stood alone along a mountain road,
Intently gazed into the star-lit skies,
My battered soul bore such a heavy load,
I wiped the bitter tears from both my eyes.
I was still a lad just in my teens,
The best part of my life before me lay,
I still had many hopes and many dreams,
With many things to do and things to say.
I thought I had the world right at my feet,
Fame and fortune surely would be mine,
Success I'd surely find down any street,
The dazzling sun for me would ever shine.
A "winsome" lass I'd taken for my wife,
A dark eyed baby girl to grace our home,
The two of them the center of my life,
Such happiness as this I'd never known.
But on a dark and gray September morn,
In memory now a dire and ominous day,
God's grand and glorious garden to adorn,
An angel came and took my bride away.
My dreams came crashing to the ground,
So many things I did not understand,
Answers I sought were never found,
I couldn't see God's face or feel His hand,
Long and lonely nights I spent alone,
And asked for God to tell me why?
The one I loved so dear now was gone,
I wouldn't understand and didn't try.
On the mountain side that starry night,
His voice so certain spoke to me,
As I surveyed that luminous sight,
God's face was plain for me to see.
My purpose, child, for you is not success,
Nor fame or fortune on your way,
My purpose is to, thru you, others bless,
Those kindred spirits struggling every day
Touch their lives, bind their broken hearts,
Share what I've safely led you though,
Help them find a fresh new start,
Tell what My Grace has done for you.
So if you're in the valley of despair,
I've been there, I know that this is true,
Seek the face of God in prayer,
There's a "Balm in Gilead" *for you.
~ Ken Hammack ~
4/01/01
* Jeremiah 8:22
I love the winter season,
With it's white and "snowy" days,
The "spectre" of it's vision,
As upon each scene I gaze.
I love the smell of springtime,
With it's fresh and "crispy" days,
It is nature's greatest "fling" time,
With it's flowering displays.
I love the good old summertime,
With it's long and lazy days,
The warmth of golden sunshine,
With it's tender, pleasing rays.
I love the rustic autumn,
With it's brilliant turning leaves,
And the cool fresh wind that brought them,
As it whistles through the trees.
God has given me four seasons,
And within them my life lies,
And He will supply the reasons,
For each season flying by.
In the springtime of my living,
With my strength and spirit "new",
I was ardent in my giving,
In each task I tried to do.
But spring soon turned to summer,
My resolve began to ease,
I marched to a different drummer,
In it's "captivating" breeze.
Summer quickly turned to autumn,
As the years passed swiftly by,
Long hard battles how I fought them,
With slower step and dimmer eye.
The winter time is on me now,
My life is almost done,
That "hoary frost" is on my brow,
My victory's almost won.
As I look back across the years,
Scan each and every season,
Recount the joys as well as tears,
My heart still has it's reason,
To look, with hope, to that bright shore,
Beyond this vale of sorrow,
For days and seasons change no more,
In God's great, glad tomorrow.
~ Ken Hammack ~ 4/05/01
In the light of early morning,
I see her lying there,
Gleaming rays her hair adorning,
My beloved sweet and fair.
A faint, soft, smile upon her lips,
A radiance on her face,
I caress her with my fingertips,
My beloved, "full of grace".
I see her there, still sleeping'
Lost in her "reverie",
Safe in God's gracious keeping,
My beloved, more to me,
Than anything this life affords,
Of it's wealth which knows no measure,
Of it's fame or all it's great rewards,
My beloved, I'll still treasure.
I see her "inner beauty",
That comes shining clearly through,
Her devotion in her duty,
My beloved, steadfast, true.
I know her gentle spirit,
I feel her tender touch,
I want everyone to hear it,
My beloved means so much,
To me in everything I do,
She's an "anchor" in my life,
She cheers me up when I am blue,
My beloved, my dear wife.
And now she sails a stormy sea,
Where dark the night and long,
Although "safe harbor" she can't see,
My beloved's faith is strong.
In a caring God who knows what's best,
One who knows her so discreetly,
To see her through this "trying" test,
My beloved trusts completely.
So once again I see her there,
And I lift this prayer above,
I thank the Lord who gave to me,
My beloved one to love.
~ Ken Hammack ~
4/10/01
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