I’ve entered the ring and I’m ready to fight
I’ll need all my strength, and I’ll need all my might.
The opponent is big, and so very  strong.
To win seems impossible. This may not last long.

In a tension filled room the bell rang aloud.
My family was yelling; “Win. Make us proud.”
My opponent came quickly over to me.
He was  big and strong, and  I wanted to flee.

He hit me so hard  that I fell to the floor.
I lay hearing the count,  … 1….2….3….4.
Should I try to get up, or stay down and wait?
The count kept on going,   5….6….7….8.

Then piercing my soul came a voice to my ear;
“Son, reach out to me. We can win. I am here.
It hurts Me to see you in such agony.
You are my child, and are precious to me.”

Tears came to my eyes, and new strength to each glove.
I knew that the voice was my God, from above.
I jumped to my feet just before the count ten,
Committed to never be knocked down again.

With the Lord in my corner, the opponent looked small,
My opponent’s not man, but drugs and alcohol.
Though he’s determined, defeat is my vow,
He trembles with fear, because God’s with me now.

The fight is not over, but my foe’s on the run.
A fight that seemed hopeless is soon to be won.
With the Lord on our side every battle we’ll win
With victory assured when we turn to Him.

The flag of our nation, a flag under God.
To our flag we will always be true.
Stand proud, stand tall with hand over heart,
as we honor the red, white, and blue.

A symbol of freedom. A banner for all
who reside underneath it’s proud wave.
Though battered and torn, shattered and worn,
It flies, o’er the home of the brave.

Stand proud, stand tall, with hand over heart,
with respect for this flag we so love.
May this land always be, strong and free,
and protected by God from above.

We are a proud nation. One under God.
It was He who gave us this land.
Free we remain, to praise His great name.
Rise up, and for God make a stand.

Our flag has flown high over battlefields.
Covered caskets of daughters and sons.
Great is the cost, through lives that are lost.
We we’ll gratefully remember each one.

Stand proud, stand tall, with hand over heart,
with respect for this flag that we love.
May this land always be, strong and free,
and protected by God from above.

I ask my love on bended knee,
“Sweetheart will you marry me?”
To which I heard a quick reply..
“Yes, as soon as pigs can fly.”

So I looked high, and I looked low
for a real smart pig, and do you know.,
I found that pig sitting in a sty,
And in a week or two taught him to fly.

I showed the pig to my love, and then,
Asked her to marry me once again.
She said, “I’m sorry, but I lied..
When hell freezes over, I’ll be your bride.

Now, this next part Is sad to tell,
She got sick and died, and went to hell.
Her cold heart, turned hell to ice,
She’s waiting for me. Now ain’t that nice?

In the very beginning
when God made woman and man,
He noticed some were smarter
and devised a glorious plan.

He gathered them together
and solemnly  commanded,
“You, my favorite children,
will henceforth be left-handed.”

So when you see a lefty,
please give your due respect,
and try not to be offended
by their greater intellect.

Although you are right-handed,
for which there is no cure,
remember God still loves you…
He just loves lefties more.

Age 18
Friends are all getting them.
It seems the thing to do.
Besides they are real cool.
I think I’ll get one too.

Age 19
I only have one tattoo
My best friend now has three.
I think I’ll a couple more,
No one can outdo me.

Age 20
Tattoo’s are pretty awesome.
More awesome the more I get.
Why do all old people
Think one day I will regret?

Age 30
I kinda wish I didn’t have
This ink all over my body.
Instead of cool, I feel like a fool
Because I look so gaudy.  

Age 50
What happened to my tattoo’s?
The artwork had detail.
Now I can’t tell what they are,
They really look like hell..

Age 65
If I were just eighteen again
I know what I wouldn’t do..
I wouldn’t decorate my body
with even one tattoo.