God’s Servant

Rev. Billy Graham

From presidents to paupers
he preached to them all
He served his Lord
and answered the call

He was America’s pastor
and our hearts are now broken
As we think back
on the love that was spoken

He preached to the world
This plain country boy
He won souls to Christ
and filled hearts with joy

The life that he chose
makes us humbled and awed
He lived by the Book
As he walked with God

His sermons were simple
impassioned and fervent
God’s welcomed home
his good faithful servant.

Our nation’s in mourning
a great man is gone.
There is jubilation in Heaven
Billy is home

Sue Ikerd
February 28, 2018
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Days of Disasters

Days of Disasters

One after another hurricanes pounded
With a terrible vengeance winds blew and surrounded

Tornadoes formed, flood waters kept rising
Disasters abounded as people were dying

Wild fires burned, raged with a vengeance
It seemed nature’s fury was wild and relentless

A madman rained down bullets of death
We watched in fear and each held our breath

Heroes appeared in these dire situations
And brought help and healing to our great nation

Firefighters, paramedics, police, common folk
Came to the rescue through floods, fire and smoke

Our country’s been broken, beaten and battered
But the flag is still flying, though faded and tattered

We are stronger together, than when torn apart
When people are hurting, we open our heart

God is our refuge in times of disasters and trials
America will triumph, and once again smile

Sue Ikerd©

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Recalling 9-11


Recalling 9-11

I can’t forget the day and hour when the first plane hit the tower
Then we learned the dreadful horror of the crashes
Pennsylvania, the Pentagon, the first and second tower gone
And we watched them disappear in the dust and ashes
To some it’s just history, others somewhat a mystery
As memories are now becoming dim with time
But I recall those silent skies and the heroes in disguise
Those images forever etched into my mind
Along with December 7th now so will September 11th,
Forever will live as a day in infamy
So we must repeat the story, as we proudly salute Old Glory
And thank God for this Land of Liberty

Sue Ikerd
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Texas is Us

texas is us


Texas Is Us

They are strong, resilient, stubborn and tough,
They won’t back down and they don’t give up

Pride in their heritage is part of their roots
They stand tall together in cowboy boots

They’ve weathered tornadoes, hurricanes, floods
Whining or quitting is not in their blood

Texas has been bruised but will never be beaten
Their will and resolve cannot be weakened

The Lone Star State is not alone or apart
We join with Texas, we stand heart to heart

The color of red is what we all bleed
We are all brothers when someone’s in need

We’re not trying to brag or make a big fuss
But we all stand together, cause Texas is us

Sue Ikerd©
September 7, 2017
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Visions of Vietnam

These are stories of people I knew who served in Vietnam, friends, classmates, relatives.  So many stories, so many lives changed forever.  Their sacrifice is beyond measure, we owe them a huge debt.
Remembering all who served.
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 Visions of Vietnam

Just a young kid from the Midwest, he had never traveled far
But when his Uncle Sam called him, he headed off to war
He was taught to love his country and to obey the Golden Rule
But the lessons of a cruel war, were never taught in school.
His peaceful life was shattered, feelings he could not explain
He turned to the bottle, trying to erase the pain
He came home to his family but was lost to alcohol
He died long ago in Vietnam but you won’t find his name on The Wall

His partner won the coin toss and it was just his luck
His buddy stayed there with the bomb as he walked back for the truck
When he heard the explosion, he knew he would be too late
He would always remember, that could have been his fate
He never forgot his fellow soldier; how he bravely gave his all
The name of his buddy is now carved in the granite of The Wall

Raised on a Ozark farm but how he dearly loved to fly
Piloting a Super Sabre jet as it streaked across the sky
It was only his third mission when the enemy shot him down
They found his lifeless body in the wreckage on the ground
Old memories are fading and how many now recall
The story of this hero whose name’s forever written on The Wall

He flew his Huey chopper rescuing the injured and the maimed
Dodging bullets in the battle, his life would never be the same
He still hears the desperate cries, of those he had to leave behind
The horrors that he witnessed will forever prey upon his mind
These grim scenes are revisited every evening at nightfall
Names of those he couldn’t save; engraved in their memory on The Wall

His young son watched the evening news, on their TV each night
If he didn’t hear his daddy’s name then he must be all right
It’s not easy raising little ones, when their dad’s so far way
But she prayed for him daily and for his safe return one day
Families waiting back at home, dreading they might get the call
So many lives are memories etched in the black granite of The Wall

Sue Ikerd
©June 23, 2017
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