The Daily Walk

A description of the Christian life

In the stillness, I can hear You, walking softly by my side 

Wanting me to know You more, with You now I will abide

As You whisper to my spirit, all my hopes are coming true

You’ve become my open door, to everything I never knew

Looking for my life direction, with You daily I will meet 

You align priorities, to meet the needs of those I greet

Serving God and fellow man, what greater causes could I seek 

Character is my first cost, correct my life now as You speak

Seeking for my own forgiveness, can’t forget the wrong I’ve done 

Trying to erase my sin, by sacrifice my cause You’ve won

Seek You only ever true, seek You always first each day 

Meet You daily in the silence, seek to know Your word and way 

God walks with me through the darkness, He’s the one true source of light 

To others blinded by their scales, through me He can give them their sight

Resting in the peace God gives me, comfort from my every fear 

The battle rages on without me, as His spirit draws me near

Worshiping His presence with us, Spirit moving freely too 

He’s calling us to follow faithful, do what we have seen Him do

Heal the hurting, mend the broken, reach out now to find the lost 

Feed the hungry, own the orphan, suffer gladly, count the cost

By Justin Ogden

Copyright March 25, 2017


Ironing Board Lessons #1

Moms life lessons on serving others

I learned to serve by watching mom, she’d smooth the clothes out with her palm

Spray the mist to wet them down, iron them flat, no wrinkles now

Each seam deserved her special care, through tireless work she had no airs

While I sat there upon the couch, she’d iron, and sometimes she’d say, ouch

The steam was hot and did its part, when it’s unplugged, the iron went dark

Though we’d survive with wrinkles, yes, she wanted us to look our best

Serving us was just her joy, it was good to be her boy

Exasperated all the while, she walked with me another mile

I never asked her why she worked, night and day, and never shirked–

But love always does those things, which show love, no glory brings

Selfless deeds done all for love, will be rewarded up above

By Justin Ogden

Copyright December 1, 2015

Finding Your Mate

The love I give your mother, makes you feel safe inside

And helps us build a godly home, where love can then abide

For love is sacrifice of self, that meets the other’s need

And proves that they’re more valuable, by our own word and deed

Give great consideration to choose your lifelong mate

Note character deficiencies when you go on a date

Little things that you might miss can grow to cause you pain

So search them out, find them now, their loss will be your gain

By Justin Ogden

Copyright January 15, 2015

My People

Based on 2 Chronicles 7:12-18

If My people, those I’ve called, who bear My name although they fall

I lift them up and bear them through, make their steps both sure and true

When they humbly seek My face, and rest here in My warm embrace

If they’ll come to Me and pray, and spend some time with Me each day

Pursue their sinful ways no more, act like those who know the Lord

From heaven’s throne I’ll hear their cry, and relent from all My might 

I will forgive the wrong they’ve done, through payment from My only Son

Their sin is cleansed, their judgements cease, their land can then return to peace

Bring healing and restore them to, the place of blessing they once knew

So faithful to the Lord remain, and all My ways do not disdain

For My eyes see every heart, and your thoughts, I know each part

Obey each day and seek My face, confess your wrong, give sin no place

But seek reward from My right hand, and have some courage like a man

My strength I give on your request, to live for God and do what’s best

My people know Me, speak my tongue, work to make My will be done

By Justin Ogden 

Copyright March 15, 2017

New Life

Celebrating life with the ministry of pregnancy resource centers

From the beginning it ever was, Life itself was never born

Always existed as Creator, from His hand the world was formed

According to His master plan, before all time, created we

In the image of the Godhead, of His Son He made us be

Product of a parent’s oneness, joy they can bring to our heart

Through the path of life’s decisions, the joy they bring is just the start

With value not in gold or silver, their personhood is more than that

Their value is what the Maker gave, the price He paid is where it’s at

Our value, it just can’t compare, to anything we have down here

Our lives are spent seeking His face, our purpose is to just draw near

The value of a life that’s given, up for God’s abundant use

Is a life that’s worth the living, with treasure we will never lose

The life of Jesus is the template, for what our children could achieve

If our faith is strong enough to show to them how to believe

Obedience to His command is just the path that we must go

Follow Him whate’er the cost, commitment to God we will show

One holy Child came to this world, His Father’s will to simply do

His mission to redeem the lost ones, reached out in love and He saved you

One life that’s given to the Maker, what then would He now create

A heart of praise unto the Father, a gift of love and not of hate

By Justin Ogden

Copyright March 9, 2017

Easter Morn

Easter morn, the hours drag by, our minds are full of fear; our world has quickly crumbled, where do we go from here?

what a dreadful day this is, oh God, how could this be; our people killed the son of God, upon a rugged tree

upon that tree, before us all, they raised Him up to die; and hung Him there, till noon….then darkness filled the sky

but we all fled, too scared to see, what would befall Him then; racked with sadness and despair, how strong we wished we’d been

all alone, our fear now rules this place we’re hiding in; throwing memories in our face, of our abiding sin

the devil now, he weaves his tale, he whispers in our ear; “Didn’t Jesus promise, to conquer all your fear?

did He trick you with His words, cause you to trust in Him; all His talk of wind and birds, how God provides for them?

forget Him now, His life is done, the trick he played is o’er; there’s money still in fishing, your nets can catch some more

to really live, just follow me, and I will give you more; just trust me, and you’ll have one day, the things that you’ll adore.”

The things that Jesus told us, we hadn’t figured out; the plan He had, we couldn’t see, we just heard Peter’s mouth

the miracles were glorious, they sure did set the stage; to hear Him teach while He was here, but now we’ve turned the page

we couldn’t see how it made sense, this ending that we had; our Cornerstone was missing now, and everything looked bad

By early morn, the sorrow still hung on every face; but glad the soldiers had not found our darkened hiding place

the women took their spices to the garden where He lay; as they walked they wondered, and then they spoke to say

“Who will move the stone for us, it’s heavy and it’s big; and we did not bring any tool with which we all could dig

we’ll trust the Lord to help us, and show to us the way; that’s what we’ve done in troubled times, let’s stop and bow to pray.”

The early dawn did light their way, a cry, they stopped, what for? the sun shown through the cloud bank, on the tomb, the open door

they covered up their mouth, the stone was rolled away; and all could see that His body was not there today

saddened by the thought, that they took Him from their sight; the pain and tears just added more sadness to their plight

Mary stood there weeping, she really loved Him so; the others sensed her need to grieve, so they turned to go

just to hear His gentle voice, what I wouldn’t give; power, love and joy He gave, that we might really live

His life He gave, and those He touched, He healed us from within; and now alone, we carry on, struggling hard within

to see His plan, what should we do, where do we go from here? His shoe is now upon our foot, how could He seem so near?

Oh, the gardner, he should know, “Where did they move Him hence?” Jesus simply called her name and watched for her to wince

“Mary,” Jesus said to her, and now she saw Him clear; “Hold not to me, but go and tell my brothers I Am here.”

come meet me up in Galilee, in our old stomping ground; we’ll talk about what happens next, when you all gather round

walking ten feet off the ground, now Mary hurried on; for the Son had risen, and it was no longer dawn!

once inside their hiding place, the truth she boldly shared; that Jesus now was risen, He had spoken to her there

at first they would believe her not, for they had seen Him die; but the power of her words convinced some they should try

what if what she said was true, what if it was so? after death, could He live now, and melt their hearts like snow?

“I’ll take the chance”, said Peter, as he hurried out the door; “I’ll see if He’s come back, to lead us now, once more.”

we traveled on together, the two of us were fleet; those years we spent with Jesus, they were awesome, yes, and sweet

the confidence He gave us and the stories that He told; telling others of our savior, to witness, we were bold

as we approached the garden we were both on high alert; watching for the soldiers and their footprints in the dirt

but the tomb was standing wide, an empty place to see; and inside, John said, “The cloth! The place where He should be!”

then the angel on the stone, said “Jesus told you so; the living aren’t among the dead, that’s something you should know.”

The road was long, our feet were tired, the sandals hurt our feet; around the bend we saw a man, a stranger we did meet

all the events of the last week had really worn us down; that is why we thought it strange, His face, it had no frown

as we talked, the words He said sure stimulated us; He made us think more deeply, to generate some trust

it was His new perspective that warmed our ailing hearts; it seems we were short sighted, put the horse behind the cart

from the word, the truth He drew, that pointed out the way; that Jesus had to suffer, die, and pay for sin that way

we wanted to hear more of this, and urged Him to come in; and sitting there around the meal, saw Jesus once again!

He lifted up the broken the bread, and called to God in prayer; just like Jesus – it was Him! I saw Him standing there!

then from our sight He vanished, but to our hearts was true; we ran back to the city, that’s what we had to do; 

the others had just heard themselves, His tomb was open wide; we all knew what had happened, He lives although He died!

He is alive, and living, in our hearts as you can see; and that means all is well, no matter what, for you and me

If man can’t kill Him, nothing else can stop us now, we know; that God has power to do things that man cannot, now go

and tell it now, shout it out, for all who now will hear; that our savior Jesus Christ is coming back, let’s cheer! 

By Justin Ogden

Copyright March 17, 2016