I saw God today
in the early morning light
I saw him smiling in the sun rise
as he led me from the night
I saw his almighty hands
In the trees there all around
I knelt down at his feet
In the green grass on the ground
I heard his booming voice
as a distant thunderstorm passed by
I saw his loving eyes
In the clear blue morning sky
I saw his arms reach out
with his mighty staff and rod
I witnessed the presence of our father
today I saw God

My well-seasoned heart seeks love's light
Years of heartbreak, thwarted romance
Harrowing each eternal night
A wall flower in life’s last dance

Optimistic wish from years past
Sad thought on which I now reflect
I pray yesterday’s woes won’t last
Prize of love I've yet to collect

True love lost can negate life's joy
I will try to move on once more
Passion between a girl and boy
I seek with absolute rapport

Pity and self-loathing must end
I found true love with my best friend

I’m proud to be an American, I love the Red, White and Blue.
I’ll protect the Stars and Stripes forever so be careful of what you do.
That Flag you are kneeling on and the one that you just burned.
Protects your life and Liberty, and the Freedom you never earned.

It’s a symbol of this nation and for those who gave their all.
We should honor and respect it, that’s more important than playing ball.
It represents our Future, our Present and History Past.
It’s for every fallen soldier and for their lives that didn’t last.

The next time you’re feeling entitled and you want to burn our sacred cloth.
Remember our Flag is also protected by the man up on the Cross.
My God protects this country, that’s exactly what I believe.
If you can’t respect our way of life, then pack your bags and take your leave.

I love the taste of summer its beauty is all around.
The colors and the music, green grass now on the ground.
The Lilacs and the roses tell all that’s summer’s here.
Weekend trips out to the ocean, good friends and ice-cold beer.

Reality seems to pause as the birds fly through the air.
The doves and golden eagles, little cubs with mama bear.
The kittens and all of the puppies out frolicking while they grow.
Shade trees out in the yard, I love the summer glow.

The lakes and city parks, give way to summer fun.
Our children play outside and keep us on the run.
The summer sees not color, it’s there for all of man.
This season brings us peace, enjoy it while you can.

A time of year I truly love, sunshine now warms our lands.
Downtown and country markets, parades and marching bands.
My favorite part of summer is hard for words to find.
It’s the smiles and happy hearts, summer’s love will always bind.

The Wild West

******* your six shooters or reach for the sky.
The police in Minneapolis are going bye bye.
The powers that be want the police department gone.
Be careful of what you wish for and the line that you’ve drawn.

Maybe we should stop paying taxes and see where that leads.
Defund our government and start wearing beads.
The summer of love in two thousand twenty.
A redo of the wild west in the land of good and plenty.

At least we are still armed and able to buy lead.
Our safety and security are quickly being put to bed.
Remember to lock your windows and both of your doors.
The criminals now rule in this political war.

Will we die from a virus or get shot in the street?
More lawless communities, now wouldn’t that be neat.
I’m disappointed and sick when I think of what’s next.
Our leaders are causing our fall and need a reality check.

We welcome the tired and we care for our sick.
North Dakota is home and we don’t carry sticks.
Gun powder and lead protect every home.
We all stand together no one is alone.

For my friends in the cities, no longer safe from harm.
Don’t forget you have friends, up north on the farm.
We’ll continue to love and God’s word we’ll still teach.
Don’t mistake that for weakness, we still practice what we preach.

Riots and fires, destruction with bricks.
You better go home and never mess with us hicks.
All ****** is wrong swift justice we need.
But if you bring your violence here, we will make you bleed.

None of us are animals, black and white both bleed red.
We are responsible for our actions we still make our own bed.
These are my words and I pray that you hear.
Don’t bring your hate to my home, you’ll just find God and guns here.

40 days and 40 nights.
My beer is gone, this really bites.
The tipping point has passed its mark.
I’m sneaking out right after dark.

The moon is out and shows my path.
No more wine and bubble baths.
Old Billy Bob his sheds in view.
It’s time to sample his bitter brew.

An underground tavern out in the woods.
Home-made beer now understood.
A roll for loo you best have got.
Billy’s beer will make you squat.

Down the hatch and out the rear.
The family genius it would appear.
This secret brew spreads far and wide.
With no regard for one’s backside.