Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Whatever The Weather

Update At 9:50 AM Tuesday: No Church at Westside Holiness Church in Claremore, Oklahoma tonight. We will begin again on Wednesday night by God's grace.

Rev. Vance Havner is credited with the following witty quote about the weather.

Whether the weather be cold or whether the weather be hot.
Whether the weather be good or whether the weather be not.
Whatever the weather we will weather the weather, whether we like it or not
Vance Havner

We have had rain the last few days and with the rain, a cold front blew into Oklahoma. I have read that most of the US is having colder than normal temperatures this week. 

I took these pictures from the Weather Channel App at 11:39 PM Monday evening. 
30 degrees and going down to 27 degrees overnight.


22 degrees Tuesday night, 32 degrees Wednesday night and up to a balmy 38 degrees by Thursday night.


I believe that I definitely fall into the NOT liking the weather category this week. We have some horrible memories of Oklahoma winters while preaching revivals for 12 years out here in January and February. We said "No Thank You" to that many years ago.

Yet, here we are. I reckon Whatever the weather we will weather the weather, whether we like it or not.

Praise God we have not had to shovel snow this week. 
Here are a few pictures from a blizzard in Tulsa in 2011 while we were trying to have revival at Hilldale Holiness Church,













Thank you for checking on us.

Davy

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Happy Father's Day!-View Out The Front Window of The BoggsMobile 6/18/23



Sunday Morning Sanity
Holiness is the way to Pentecost Pastor RC Betz


This was our view out the bus window in Pauls Valley, Oklahoma.


This is our view this week in Moore, Oklahoma.


I hope you have a super great Sunday.

Davy

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.
You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.
You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.
Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball. 
While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”. I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”. But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.
 
You taught me how to swim and dive. We had so much fun. 
You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun. You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout. 
When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out. 

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight. 
I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night. 
Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best. 
You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.
 
You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then. 
You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend. 
You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first. 
To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst. 

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn. 
“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.” 

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame. 
When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain. 

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad. 
When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad. 
You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won. 
The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son. 

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past. 
I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last. 
I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn. I’ve only just begun. 
But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

Sunday, April 9, 2023

Sunday Morning Sanity AND He Wouldn't Stay Dead!

Sunday Morning Sanity
The children opened the plastic eggs and they were all empty! 
"See, kids, because the tomb was empty." They all wept with understanding. Chet Churchpain

My One and Only Favorite Easter Poem
He Wouldn’t Stay Dead
by: Willard G. Thomas

This video was from last year, 2022.

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb
And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom
They did not remember what He had said
That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day
And found the stone was rolled away
She saw an angel and in terror fled
And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb, He would not stay
He conquered death and walked away
And now that old grave has lost its fear and dread
He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made
And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid
The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red
And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud
Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd
Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead
And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died
Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide
But thank God He did what He said
He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

Sunday, May 9, 2021

Sunday Morning Sanity - Mother's Day

I am 54 four years old and I am very blessed to have my Mother alive and able to be a vibrant part of our lives. I am so very thankful. Thank you, Mother. I love you much!

Here is a bit of Sanity concerning good mothers.
Sunday Morning Sanity
“Motherhood is the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It’s huge and scary – it’s an act of infinite optimism.” 
Gilda Radner

“A mother understands what a child does not say.” 
Jewish proverb

“Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.” 
George Eliot

“Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.” 
Lisa Alther

“A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” 
Tenneva Jordan

“Moms are the people who know us the best and love us the most.” 
Unknown

Thank you for stopping by, friends.

Davy

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

A Word For Wednesday Gospel Snakes

A Word for Wednesday is another old poem/song that was first brought to my attention by Bro. Ralph Cox at Bond Campmeeting in 1989. Odie and Kelly Jo and I have quoted it ever since! It has been a big part of our lives.

Gospel Snakes goes back many decades and I have found several different versions with slightly different words. I have tried to quote it as closely as I can remember Bro. Cox quoting it over 31 years ago in that hot gymnasium as the Holy Ghost moved on Bro. Cox and that great congregation of people.


I recorded this installment and three or four weeks ago before I had the setback in my lungs. I trust that I will be able to begin recording again soon.

I sure hope you enjoy A Word For Wednesday. You can find the video on our YouTube Channel the words are below. Please share the video with friends. Thank you for dropping in.

Davy

Gospel Snakes as quoted by Bro. Ralph Cox

In other places listed as The Rattlesnake Poem / The Dutchman's Prayer

Way back in the hills of Ole’ Kentuck
The toughest place that was ever struck
There lived a man named Jacob Job
The meanest on this earthly globe

He feared not God
Nor cared for man
Except his own wild
And wicked clan

He had six boys, both big and bad
Who followed right behind their dad
They drank that wildcat whiskey down
And painted red the country town

There were six girls, big buxom gals
Who danced and capered with their pals
They pranced and trotted on the hills
And sometimes tippled at the stills

One day an awful rattlesnake
Bit the oldest boy, Big Wicked Jake.
Through his veins the virus flew
"He's bound to die, what shall we do?"

So they sent a runner to the town
And hastily fetched the Parson down
A Dutchman of John Wesley's band
As good as any in the land

He prayed a wondrous, curious prayer
With words of faith both rich and rare
And if to heaven it reached or not
On earth it surely hit the spot

Oh God, we thank thee for this snake
That thou has sent to bite ole’ Jake
To fetch him down from his high hoss,
and lead him to the Savior's cross.

We know he never would repent
Until this blessed snake was sent
And now O God the Great I AM
Please send another to bite old Sam

Send chicken snakes to bite the gals
And all their dancing wicked pals
And there's mama Job she needs one too
Perhaps a copperhead will do.

Send the meanest one on the globe
To bite own Daddy Jacob Job

Hurry up these Gospel snakes
And save this ole’ Kentucky State
We ask it all for the Master’s sake

Amen

Sunday, April 4, 2021

He Got Up From The Grave!

Today is Resurrection Sunday! Praise God! Christ arose! Today I will point you back to Wednesday's post where I published the words to my favorite Easter poem, He Wouldn't Stay Dead. I hope you enjoy.

Here it is in video format.


I pray that you have a super great day!

Davy

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

A Word For Wednesday He Wouldn't Stay Dead

A Word For Wednesday installment today is an old poem on the resurrection of Christ that I have been quoting for over 26 years. I love this! You can see it on our YouTube Channel and read the words below. May God bless you all!



He Wouldn’t Stay Dead
by: Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb
And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom
They did not remember what He had said
That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day
And found the stone was rolled away
She saw an angel and in terror fled
And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb, He would not stay
He conquered death and walked away
And now that old grave has lost its fear and dread
He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made
And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid
The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red
And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud
Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd
Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead
And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died
Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide
But thank God He did what He said
He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

Thank you for reading.

Davy

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

A Word For Wednesday So Great Salvation by Bro. Bill Houston

A Word For Wednesday comes from something Bro. Bill Houston wrote and quoted for years. You can watch A Word For Wednesday on our YouTube channel.


I am not sure if Bro Bill called this a poem or what, but he refined it through the years. This is the version he was quoting about 20 years ago when he gave me a copy to type out and put on paper. He was constantly getting requests for it and he wanted something to hand to them.

Bro. Bill Houston was a great man of God, a tremendous evangelist, a dedicated servant and a faithful friend. He is missed by everyone that knew him well. I am thankful that we have some of his work to remember him.

We are so thankful that Sis. Houston is still with us. She is so sweet and kind and gentle. May God bless her with strength and health for many years to come.

I hope you enjoy A Word For Wednesday So Great Salvation. You can see the words as I read them below.

So-Great Salvation
II Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.  
18  And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation;  
19 To wit, that God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himself, not imputing their trespasses unto them; and hath committed unto us the word of reconciliation.   
20 Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.   
21  For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

Old Things Are Passed Away; Behold ALL THINGS Are Become “NEW
Good “News”
N-E-W: One NEW“, Singular     N-E-W-S: Plural, more than one “NEW
ALL Things New!    EVERY thing New
 
-A New Creature
-New Creation
-New Inspiration
-New Aspiration
-Got A New Source Of Information
-The Holy Ghost Is Giving Me A New Vocation
-I’m Standing In A New Judicial Location
-I’ve Heard The Ministry Of Reconciliation
-Where Trespasses Have No Imputation
 
-I’m Seeing With New Observation
-I’m Sitting In A New Situation
-I’m Talking With New Communication
-I’m Walking With New Conversation
-I’m Counting With New Calculation
 
-The Trinity Gives Me New Commendation
-I’m Living In A New Habitation
-With New Regal Accommodation
-And Brand New Royal Association
 
-I Have New Heavenly Affiliation
-I’m Under A New Administration
-I Have God’s Justification
-The Separation Of Sanctification
-The Washing Of Holy Ghost Regeneration
-The Baptism Of Holy Ghost Saturation
 
-I’m Standing On A New Foundation
-With The Witness of Holy Ghost Confirmation
-I’m Thinking With A New Imagination
-God’s Law Is My New Meditation
-All God’s People Are My New Relation
 
-I’m In The Righteous Congregation
-He Made Me A Member Of A Holy Nation
-I Have Scriptural Indoctrination
-Spoken At First By JesusOration
 
-There Is Therefore Now No Condemnation
-I’m Washed In The Blood Of Purification
-I Have A Wedding Invitation
-I’m Going To A Coronation
-That Day of Celestial Celebration
-That Day Of My Savior’s Commemoration
 
-That Great Day Of Jesus’ Glorification
-In All Of His Saints’ Admiration
-I Have A Reservation For Transportation
-I’m Now Waiting With Anticipation
-For My Own Bodily Glorification
-An Instantaneous Transformation
 
-Going To Rise With Holy Ghost Levitation
-With New Found Freedom From Gravitation
-With All The Sainted Congregation
-A Number Without Enumeration
 
-When My Mansion Is Ready For Occupation
-And Jesus Finished His Preparation
-I’m Going On A Heavenly Vacation
-One Of Eternal Duration
-In A Land Of Endless Jubilation
-I’m Waiting Now For The Consummation
-All Because Of God’s So-Great Salvation
 
-His Death Brought Me Reconciliation
-His Life Is My So-Great Salvation
-Jesus Came In The Incarnation
-Jesus Made Himself Of No Reputation
-He Died On The Cross In Humiliation
-He Bore All Of Omnipotent Indignation
-He Was Raised In Unequalled Exaltation
-Because Of His Impoverisation
-I’ve Been Made Rich With
 
“So-Great Salvation!”
 
-I’m Walking With New Confidence
-I’m Living In A New Residence
-I’m Waiting For The Recompense
-Of The Reward Of The Inheritance
 
-With The Saints In Light
-In A Robe Of White
-Where There Cometh No Night
-And My Faith Ends In Sight
 
-All Because Of God’s So-Great Salvation!
Bill Houston

Friday, December 25, 2020

Merry Christmas

Today is our final installment of 12 Days of Christmas on YouTube. We have enjoyed this so much and we appreciate you coming along for the ride. You can see all 12 Days HERE. Today's song is one of my favorites, Getting Ready For a Baby. We hope you love the whole video.


Merry Christmas!


Merry Christmas, dear friends! It has been and continues to be a tough year for many of you and I believe that we could all use a good dose of Christmas Joy! Bring it on, Lord!

I wrote this yesterday.

What is Joy?
What is joy? 
It is not the tinsel and lights. 
It is not sunny days and clear nights.
It is not an abundance of money and lots of toys.
It is not clothes for the girls and tools for the boys.
It is not a weekend in the mountains, a vacation to the ocean.
It is not a holiday trip to the city with its festive commotion.
It is not objects and things or a collection of stuff.
It is not fame and fortune or any of that fluff.
It's not?
Then what is joy?
It is contentment in your heart and peace in your mind.
It is opening your hand to help and a chance to be kind.
It is reaching out to others with cheerful giving
It is beholding life beyond yourself and stepping up your living.
It is rejecting hate, pushing anger aside and allowing love to ascend.
It is eliminating enemies by making them friends.
It is Christ abiding in your heart and affecting all you do.
It is love overflowing every action and goodness flowing through.
Happiness is fleeting, joy is tried and true.
Joy is everlasting, because HE lives inside of you!

Thank you, friends, for adding to the wonderful joy in our lives by your kindness and your friendship. We thank God for every one of you!

Davy

Sunday, June 21, 2020

You Taught Me - Happy Father's Day 6/21/2020

Our schedule is very fluid with the world turned upsidedown as it is. We have added two dates on our way to Texas next week. We will be with Pastor Alan Harris at Central City, Kentucky Tuesday night and High Point in Paducah, Kentucky with Pastor Doug Stevens on Wednesday night. Here is our calendar. Come be with us!

You Taught Me
Happy Father's Day to all the Fathers. May God bless you for the good examples that you are to your children. The greatest thing you could ever do for your children is to point them to the heavenly Father.

I wrote this many years ago in honor of my Dad, Eugene Boggs. It was published in 2001 in my little book, "When I Fall, Can I Get Up" but has been out of print for several years.  It has become a Father's Day tradition to post it here. I hope you enjoy it. 

You have my permission to print or post poem as long as it is used in its entirety, not for profit and proper credit is given.

If you are reading this, Dad, you are still my hero.  God bless you and I love you.

Davy

Eugene Boggs at Carter Caves in Kentucky 2009

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.
You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.
You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.
Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.
While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.
I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.
But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

You taught me how to swim and dive.  We had so much fun.
You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.
You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.
When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.
I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.
Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.
You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.
You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.
You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.
To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.
“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”
There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.
When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.
When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.
You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.
The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.
I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.
I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn.  I’ve only just begun.
But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

Have a super great day, friends.

Davy