The Path From Here

Our best friends in life often have to go on when death parts us temporarily

Today I lost my true best friend, whom I must wait to hold again
Their yesterday was difficult , now I rejoice, released from pain
The plans I made for what I’d do, seem out of place if I am sane
Outside it feels like summertime, but in my heart it’s winter still

The value of my things has changed, I need them not I want them less
Priorities are all in flux, what matters most, I can’t confess
Where is the sign that “You are here,” if I knew that I would not stress
Determining which way to go, I have to ask, is this God’s will?

Relying on God’s truth each hour, I know his voice, He leads the way
Our closeness is a growing thing, He tells me what I need each day
Stability relies on God, I’m helping others cope today
Although emotions come and go, I know that my God loves me still

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright May 28, 2018

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Ironing Board Lessons #2

Mom’s life lessons on family

There in the basement, her iron in her hand, my mother was teaching on life to this man
Contentment is peaceful, no strife in your way, you simply relax and enjoy your day
Your marriage is teamwork, you trust in your spouse, and while they’re away, you’re at work keeping house
You’re in need of nothing, your wants are supplied, you trust in the Lord for all things beside
Life’s little pleasures are all around you, if you strive too much, you’ll miss out on them too
Simple is better, slower is best, contentment is cultivated while you’re at rest
Time that you spend with your family is rich, don’t miss it for nothing, don’t take the bait switch
The job and home life are balanced, you see, for raising up children the way they should be
His contribution is to work at his job, dads will provide through their labor of love
Habits of goodness, our citizenship, we knew better than to give any lip
The mother’s love labor is here in her nest, where she teaches us the things that are blest
Molding our character, making us good, even if we unwillingly would
Now fully trained, thus all became we, what was often referred to as a family

By Justin Ogden
http://www.theWordInRhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright February 1, 2016

Ironing Board Lessons #4

Mom’s life lessons on God’s providence

To boys, a rock is just a thing, sometimes we try to make it zing
Or drop it in a water pond, or in our pocket, will abscond
Or toss it at a distant tree, it’s lots of fun for you and me
Sometimes ideas just percolate, and good or bad, they seem like fate
Let’s steal some ice cream from the fridge, let’s drop a rock from off the bridge
Let’s do the things that sound like fun, if trouble comes, then we’ll just run

Mom’s dear daughter got her way, to ride up in the front today
Beside her mom who loved her so, and often smiled and told her, though
Her brothers on her oft would turn, and her forgiveness they must earn
For treating her with such disdain, and causing her such endless pain
A mother’s work, it’s often said, wake up the kids, get washed and fed
So off to church we’re going now, perhaps things will go smoothly, POW!

No warning, lesson learned to late, no chance to stop, to extricate
That wasn’t what we meant to do, ‘twas just for fun, we thought it true
The stone we dropped from our hand here, it broke the glass by Mother’s dear
As falling things accelerate, it made the sound that we both hate
We knew then that we would get caught, our aim is better than we thought
From now on, rocks stay in the pond, of cars and bridges we’re not fond

The tiny specks of shining light, flew from the hole up on the right
And they traversed the open space, between the windshield and her face
As I considered who’s at fault, Mom brought the car to a quick halt
Expecting to hear cries and fear, she turned to see my sister dear
Then their eyes met and Mother wept, the glass from her eyes had been kept
Thankful, looking to the skies, that angels covered both her eyes

God’s present with us every day, though we don’t sense or see His way
Life changing things can happen quick, and lessons that we learn will stick
God’s not a genie that we call, but He protects His children, all
He does not keep them from all pain, but He will maximize their gain
Be with them through their sorrows deep, and in His fold will safely keep
Those who trust can safely dare, to follow their God anywhere

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright March 3, 2018

Ironing Board Lessons #3

Mom’s life lessons from the kitchen

There are two trays of cookies baking in the oven
I can see them through the glass, and I know I’m gonna love ‘em
Mom stands there grinning while she’s working at the sink
And then while I’m staring in, she asks me, “What ‘cha think?”
I ask her what she’s making, and she says it’s birthday cake
Hope I can sneak a taste, ‘cause it smells good, for heaven’s sake
The beaters spin, the bowl, it turns, ingredients pour in
Each measured to exactness, in their needed order, then
It lays upon the batter, just like snow upon the ground
It doesn’t seem to do much, it just goes round and round
Surprised was I, it did not mix, for it was a mixing bowl
Mom said the beaters were required the make the batter whole
The cake would just not taste the same, unless it’s all mixed up
And your drink won’t taste like water, if there’s milk down in your cup
The things you like are good because they’re mixed from other things
Good taste is just the product of the flavor each part brings
And each part on it’s own has not a flavor you’ll enjoy
But when they’re mixed together, you’ll jump and shout, “Oh boy!”
Life is like that chocolate cake, some things we don’t prefer
But blessings will soon win the day, this wisdom straight from her
The joy we have is little things that we don’t see at first
And if we don’t enjoy them, it seems our bubble’s burst
Most things in life we can’t control, though try so hard we may
But my happiness and attitude are things I choose each day
The things that God puts in my bowl, I stir them up and see
If something I don’t think I’ll like, will bring surprise to me
For bad things often work out good, we never seem to know
The blessings heaven’s cooking up for those of us below
Don’t judge the things in your bowl now, and put your faith in God today,
Let Him add the things He gives you, trust His hand to guide your way
Don’t mourn your bowl or cry too long, your loss could then be great
Yes, the cookies in the oven, they will burn if you are late

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright February 17, 2018

Just Like Dad

For dads who have lost their dad

This boy was born to be my son, and right now he’s the only one
This Christmas it is bittersweet, to see him playing at my feet
Reminds me of my times with dad, and all the great times that we had
And though he’s absent from us here, this Christmas time God’s peace seems near
The spirit that he formed in me, is the kind of dad I want to be
I’ve walked his footsteps, now I see, that my boy’s doing that to me

In dad’s place now, I have the Lord, I have His love, His truth, His word
Shaping me for my next task, to know His will, I simply ask
To teach my son that God gave His, and that today He truly lives
And wants to live inside of us, and make our lives so joyous
God give me a disciple’s role, I trust in You, please make me whole
And we will live for You alone, to bring You glory, make Your know

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright Dec 10, 2017

The Launch

Oh Lord, today we launch our child, for years You’ve loaned this gift from You

The joy he’s brought into our hearts, a blessing to our lives, it’s true

We launch him now into the world, You set his course upon Your word

You shaped his life from long ago, the gospel message he has heard

Years he’s spent within our nest, soaking in his parent’s best

A strong example we have been, to help him to forsake his sin

And be the man he longs to be, serving You eternally

Now he mounts upon the wing, to seek God’s will in everything

My son, we’re proud of you today, we’ve seen you walking in God’s ways

And now he goes to do Your will, his heart is what we have in view

Your Spirit leads and guides him there, to the place where he’ll serve You

Prepare the woman that You have, that he will know makes him complete

And godly wisdom let him bring, where at the gate he’ll take his seat

The launching pad is empty now, but at Your throne we humbly bow

To thank You for this awesome treat, to launch Your child here at Your feet

To impact others with Your word, and shape them with the truth we’ve heard

So now, we launch ourselves anew, together fly, our course is true

Walk with God in paths of light, showing others what is right

Cleanse our lives and use us Lord, touching lives beyond our reach

Drawing them into the fold, all the ones You bring we’ll teach

Serving all those You elect, infuse them with Your joy divine

Bearing with our frailties, one day with God we will dine

Your truth will guide our hearts to You, it always will, Your word is truth

It seeks us out in our distress, and changes all our Nos to Yes

You’ve made us all Your merry band, leading us by Your strong hand

To follow in the path You’ve set, to follow the God we can’t see yet

Our future is at Your command, be in Your glory, at Your right hand

By Justin Ogden

http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright July 29, 2017

Touch Me Dad

So here I am, this awkward me, just trying unsuccessfully

to figure out who I’m to be, and nail this down so I can see 

this life is filled with trouble here, won’t get my way, that seems so clear

What will I do, where will I go? which direction? I don’t know

I’m relying on you now, to sort this out and tell me now

My life’s pursuit, to please my dad, I always try, it makes me  glad

it’s always tough, sometimes I fall, then he lifts me up so tall

there are times I need your hand, but not to force, not to command

I need to know I’m loved by you, your loving touch says that you do

when you hold me by your side, it fills a need I have inside

Oh touch me dad, please touch me now; I’m not sure why, I’m not sure how

your hand on me just calms me down, it gets my feet back on the ground

helps me know there’s someone who, knows just what I’ve been going through

can help me to become the man, that deep inside I think I can

I set my life to be like you, I choose the things you chose to do

Touch me dad, I need your love, I need acceptance from above

together time that we can spend, along the road, advice to lend

talk of stuff that guys discuss, and time that’s spent just being us

you call me by my own knickname, I got when we all played that game

there’s more to love than just receiving, in God’s love I’m now believing

Teach me dad, your wisdom tell, the secret of God’s power that fell

upon your life, God’s guiding hand, protecting us right where we stand

how to walk through valleys dark, and spread the light with just a spark

impacting lives that knew us well, the gospel story you did tell

how speaking words of Jesus’ life, will help us stop the spread of strif


Hear me dad, I need to know, how you can tell which way to go

how you know just what to say, that shows my mind the truth, the way

be close to me, I need to hear, your laughter that’s so loud and clear

makes my problems seem so small, from my shoulders now they fall

your voice of wisdom, sets me free, from all the traps where I would be

Heal me dad, I need your power, this has been my darkest hour

I don’t know now how to start, repair this damage to my heart

suffering has changed my view, shown me more and made me new

obedience, its own reward, moving forward, walking toward

learn again to follow you, do all the things I see you do 

Lead me dad, I’ll follow close, I’ll do the things that you do most

I’ll follow in your footsteps dear, and when you’re old I’ll hold you near

we’ll daily stop to thank the Lord, recite again His holy word

I watch you bow, I hear you pray, I see God’s love in you today

I’ll carry forward all you’ve taught, and preserve the truth you’ve sought

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright June 19, 2016

Response to someone who asked whether the dad in the poem referred to an earthly or heavenly father:

I wrote the words down as they came, either way it’s still the same

The words have power to touch our hearts, that doesn’t come from our own smarts

The power of our father’s touch, has changed both of our lives so much

These words I give into your hand, to lead you to God’s promised land

My hand I offer as a guide, I’ll walk here with you, right beside

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright July 8, 2017

Restoring a Marriage

Your marriage rift, it breaks our heart, we do not wish to see you part

Relationships aren’t easy, but, let’s work to get you on your mark

The first thing that we’ll kill is pride, it sabotages from inside

Makes us think we’re always right, keeps us itching for a fight

Blaming others for our faults, insulates and puts up walls

Relationships, they don’t need walls, but working hands and overalls

Hands that work to build them up, and serve their needs, expressing love

For love covers all our sins, forgives faults, and helps us win

For wounded hearts are fortress walls, but through repentance they can fall

The sacrifice required to win, is simply, daily, giving in

To meet the needs that others have, to heal their wounds, apply the salve

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Anger doesn’t feel the same, when you’re receiving all the blame

But love forgives and overlooks, all the sin that Jesus took

If He took our sin the same, why are we the one to blame?

Every sin was paid for there, with the thorns He wore like hair

We must forgive and let them go, for the Bible tells us so

That frustration that we feel, is just our pride and sin revealed

Forsake it now, and break it’s chain, we never need to blame again

That fortress is a sturdy piece, the one inside it won’t release

But the Word can drill a hole, into the heart and seize the soul 

Release the door you’re holding closed, embrace the One who loves you most

Reward the ones you love, with you, let your love just pour right through

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Your purpose here is not complete, so let’s get moving. On your feet!

Provide for what your family needs, your priestly work is love in deeds

Lead them gently with respect, walk before them circumspect

Make your home a haven from, the harsh life lived without the Son

Fill your home with joy divine, through life connected to the vine

Your mind each day is in the Word, thinking through the words you’ve heard

And praying for the grace of life, this marriage with your faithful wife

She seeks your best through every storm, and sees that you are fed and warm

What greater good could one man want, a custom chef and restaurant

But thankless men just throw away, the blessings God gives every day

Heedless to the life they live, forsaking all the joy God gives

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Let’s be the wise man, build your house, give love daily to your spouse

Sacrifice for her each day, and all your life she will repay

Change your thinking to renew, the value that God placed in you

Make your life a lighthouse for, the wife and children you adore

Sharpen arrows for your bow, in your quiver they will go

When they’re ready, on the string, launch them high and let them zing

Launch them, burning, toward the dark, pierce the darkness, hit the mark

God’s plan for them to be revealed, and with their faith, their hearts are sealed

You only have them for a while, so use your love just like a file

Shape them to their own design, remember that God calls them, “Mine”

Stewards of what God has given, till our reward, our home in heaven

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright June 21, 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

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright December 1, 2015

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

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright March 9, 2017