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

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

Naomi’s Blessing

Ruth 1:9, 16-18; 4:17

Urge me not to leave you now, or keep from following you

For where you go, I will go, and I will lodge there too

Your people have become my own, your land has turned to mine

Your God has captured my own heart, I’ve told Him “I am thine”

I’ll be beside you all your days, until your final day

I’ll save a place beside you there, and that is where I’ll lay

Naomi’s blessing, fitly given, provides a home, as said

And for herself gets tears of joy, as she now holds Obed

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright February 18, 2017

Called to be Oogie’s Wife

Darlene told a friend that she believed her calling was to be Oogie’s wife


Mom believed God was leading you:

Believing God was leading you, to do the things He called you to

She took the chance to be a part, of something that could change the heart

of children there within her reach, or strangers walking on the beach

by living Christianity, for those around to hear and see

and often as she’s helping you, she’d use the skills God gave her too

Where ‘ere you go she’s by your side, together face what ‘ere betide

She followed with you all this time, faithful to stay right in line

Countless lives you’ve touched, and may, be her reward up there today

Mom believed God was leading her:

Her guiding hand and saving grace made our home a saving place

Protect her family, do what’s right, her goal was always shine the light

She team taught us in Sunday School, fun in learning was the rule

Her goal was always help you in, what you were moved to do within

Believed you needed godly kids, who knew God’s ways and what He did

Her life was filled with simple things, happiness and what it brings

Planting gardens, soccer games, reading books and tending flames

She took the life that she’d been given, fought the fight, then moved to heaven

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright January 29, 2017

-A Christmas Family Legacy

​‘Twas December of sixty-nine, at Grandma’s house the fudge was fine

Daddy drove there through the night, with coffee, and with all his might

And Momma helped him stay awake, she would read and feed him cake

All the cousins gathered there, with food and presents everywhere

In one house we’d all abide, all pile in for a spider ride

Hats and gloves, and scarves as well, where would we go? We couldn’t tell

The city dump where we could smell, the graveyard where we rest a spell

The engine’s roar, the muffler loud, it was cold, but we were proud

Our family with a car unique, Hey, I think I know that street!

We wildly greet all those in sight, then home to warm up for the night

The crackling fire it warmed us well, and around it, stories we would tell

Of days gone by, and raising kids, of cars we bought and auction bids

Chestnuts roasted on the pan above, a scent that filled the house with love

With Grandpa out the door we’d go, to get more sticks to make it glow

The fire, the rug, the memories dear, all help to keep our loved ones near

The dishes that Grandma painted herself, look as if they were done by an elf

Little red roses, and yellow ones too, pretty gold accents with highlights of blue

Collecting yardsticks, he had a lot, when I asked to have one, he said you may not

A game of Rummikub might last all day, their friends would even come over to play

Cooking some steaks on the barbecue grill, the taste and aroma remains with me still

The clocks that ticked and chimed all night, kept us awake till morning bright

Each clock was set each hour to chime, so Grandpa could always tell time

Hand made puzzles filled his shelves, a challenge we could try ourselves

The Sound of Music was on the screen, at the Coleman Theater, it was keen

The smoke in circles, grew in size, from Uncle Charlie’s pipe did rise


In the kitchen, soup was made, aunts were welcome, laughter stayed

Ingredients were added to, relationships that bloomed and grew

The counter space was taken up, with stories shared and measuring cups

The love they nurtured in our heart, as each one gave and did their part

Then ring the bell, alert the crowd, the piece de resistance is served now

The table’s set, and what a spread, it’s way beyond a buttered bread

The salad, fixings, roasted pig, an apple in its mouth, can you dig?

Onions, green beans, taters too, candied yams and turkey, whew

Cranberry salad, croissant rolls, for sure we will eat all of those

Chocolate cake and pecan pie, bread crumbs, gravy, my, my, my

Our handmade stockings hanging there, filled with games to play and share

A silver coin was down inside, among the nuts it tried to hide

Shelves of cars, were on the wall, we could not touch them, not at all

Sentinels of childhood times, of Christmas time and nursery rhymes

Around the tree, we gather there, where joy and laughter fill the air

Piles of toys around the tree, which one of them could be for me?

The baby boy hands out the things, that parents in their wisdom bring

Exchanging love with family dear, and cars with wheels that we can steer

Chess boards, dolls, a model plane, tinker toys, a hoist and crane

Entertained the whole day long, then top it off with joy and song

At church, our family filled a pew, and felt like we belonged there, too

Shared love for God through hymns we sang, and hummed along while church bells rang

Watched Grandpa put his money in, the plate they passed from end to end

Learned to say Amen with force, responding to the sermon’s course

We fellowshipped around God’s word, His love for us is what we heard

Now decades later we look back, not a blessing did we lack

The power of that time we shared, God’s pardon for the times we erred

The values that our parents taught, have never truly come to naught

God’s truth lived out in lives back when, leads us today as He did then

Our legacy, be ever true, to point our kids, oh God, to You

By Justin Ogden

Copyright December 4, 2016