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The Ride

by Lewis Hamilton
from the book “The Gardener and My Garden” c1997

The man there at the carnival
gave us all a pass
He said, Ride on my little ride
I won’t make it go too fast

The crowd pushed hard, and I went too
but I wanted to turn back
That ride looked old and rusty,
there were pieces off the track

Oh, Mr. Carnival man, the others yelled,
Turn that lever to the hilt
for this ride will get boring
if it isn’t at full tilt

So we got on that crazy ride
as crowded as could be
there were too many getting on
as even I could see

Mr. Carnival man, I yelled to him,
This ride can hold no more!
But he just sneered and turned away
as he locked my little door

Please let me off this crazy ride!
it’s too crowded here for me
This ride is a death trap
an awful place to be!

He looked my way with hateful eyes
With a mean and raspy voice
he said, You better just shut up,
You know you made the choice

I cried out as I shook that cage,
Somebody save the day!
This ride’s not safe and I want out,
unlock this door I pray!

Out of that crowd one man came
He called out clear and loud,
Whoever wants out of this trap,
I’ll save you all right now

I raised my hand, he pried that door
and I was safely free
Some others got out while they could
but most were mad at me

You’re holding up our death ride
They glared a look of hate
Quit delaying our excitement
Don’t make us have to wait

I saw the lonely desperate looks
in their glaring hate-filled eyes
They were looking for excitement
on that old death trap ride

The carnival man then grabbed the switch,
the ride was in full gear
The people clung on tightly
out of reflex and of fear

The old roller coaster went up the track
then it went straight down
As I had feared, the track just broke
with a thudding, crashing sound

There were bodies lying everywhere,
such a needless tragedy
I wish they would have listened
when their chance came to be free

So I went home and thought a lot
it wouldn’t leave my mind
just how I could have ended up
if that man was not so kind

I went back there the next day,
surely that ride would be torn down
My eyes seemed to deceive me
with the shocking sight I found

A crowd was waiting to get on
with glaring, fearful eyes
Please leave this line, I pleaded,
and I began to cry

I saw the horrible tragedy
that happened yesterday
But most just glared right through me,
They yelled, Get out of the way!

The carnival man yanked on the switch
I heard his laugh so brash
We got some more, he yelled again
Then I heard the sickening crash

He laughed out loud as his workers
cleaned up all the debris
Come one, come all, get on my ride
It’s exciting, and it’s free

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The Devil Is A Liar

by Lewis Hamilton
From the book “The Gardener and My Garden” c1997

Who’s to blame for all of this?
Why must we all now die?
We listened when he tempted us
and the devil told a lie

It started in the Garden
but it still goes on today
He’ll lie to those who’ll listen
and lead them all astray

He has no truth within him,
he’ll tell you all is well
He baits us with temptation
just to reel us into Hell

The devil says convincingly
There’s no heaven or hell fire
But why should I believe his words
cause the devil is a liar.

When he lies, he speaks his native
language, for he is a liar and the
father of lies.

John 8:44

The Cave

by Lewis Hamilton
from the book “The Gardener and My Garden” c1997

It’s lonely in the cave tonight,
it’s cold and damp and gray
I’m hungry, thirsty and so run down
I’ll die in here they say

My friends come and see me here
I beg them all to stay
Oh no, they call as they retreat
We know a better way

I’ve blamed the church, the pastors too,
for helping me to fall
I’ve blamed my friends and enemies
Oh Lord, I’ve blamed them all

When I ran out of people
to point my finger at
I pointed up to heaven
He was the dirty rat

But in that cave I cried one day,
Lord if you really are,
how can I feel so forsaken
and why are you so far

Away from me in all my trials
and troubles here below?
My life has no meaning here
I’m empty as you know

I heard the wind a howling
the earth began to shake
I said, Lord are you really real
or is this all a fake?

In all of the commotion
when I thought he could be near,
I waited as it thundered
but my God did not appear

As I sat in that damp, dark, cave
without reason and or rhyme
A still small voice spoke oh so clear,
I was with you all the time

You will on some days stumble
and crawl along the way,
but I will pick you up again
until you’re home to stay

And yes, there will be valleys
that you will wander through,
but take my hand and hold on tight
and I will see you through

Then he took my hand and led me on
right out of that cold place
I looked and there I saw the Son
with a smile upon his face

Now go and tell the world out there
about the place you’ve been
How you’ve been raised from the dead
and brought to life again

Tell them when they die like you
and they’re at the place you’ve been,
I will touch them with my hand
and raise the dead again.

Jesus, once more deeply moved,
came to the tomb. It was a cave
with a stone laid across the entrance.
When he had said this, Jesus called
in a loud voice, “Lazarus come out!”

John 11:38 & 43

Empty

by Lewis Hamilton
from the book “The Gardener and My Garden” c1997

I’m someone who is on the go,
life should be full of fun
But deep inside I’m empty
like a convict on the run

I appear to be so happy
with people always around
Sometimes I feel so down and out
I’m dragging on the ground

There’s something here that’s missing
There has to be some more
I’m searching hard for answers,
Knocking on every door

Please help me if you can today,
my spirit’s feeling low
You may think I’m so happy
but I have misery you don’t know

For when the crowds are gone,
nobody there but me,
there’s something desperately missing
for I am so empty.

Corresponding Scripture I Peter 1:18

Are You Running On Empty?

I remember many times my dad would notice that my gas needle was on or close to the E!  He would always bring it to my attention. I guess he didn’t want to get stranded somewhere with me!  It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford the gas.  It was just a matter of convenience.  I knew or thought I knew just how far the needle could go down.  When it was close to the E maybe it wasn’t quite empty!  I’d pass a gas station…nah, I’m not quite on the E yet.  My dad said to me more than once “You know Lewis, it’s just as easy to keep it halfway full to full, as it is empty to halfway full.”  It was a good piece of advice. Why not fill your tank up, then when it reads  half a tank fill it again?  Maybe you are a lot like I was with your car.  Maybe you wait until you’re almost empty.

Many of us are like that in our spiritual life!  We don’t call on God until we desperately need him.  We wait and pass on the opportunity to refuel until it is almost too late!  We try to pour other things into our spiritual gas tank!  Things that we think will keep us going, only to learn later that what we thought would fill the need doesn’t!

This next poem is called “Empty”.  It was actually written about a person I knew.  This person was one of the most active, fun, outgoing, and alive individuals around!  Yet the words to this poem came when I wondered what this person would really tell me if they could?  Were they living the happy life we all saw or were they running on empty?

Coming up next…the poem “Empty”

Empty

by Lewis Hamilton
from the book “The Gardener and My Garden” c1997

I’m someone who is on the go,
life should be full of fun
But deep inside I’m empty
like a convict on the run

I appear to be so happy
with people always around
Sometimes I feel so down and out
I’m dragging on the ground

There’s something here that’s missing
There has to be some more
I’m searching hard for answers,
Knocking on every door

Please help me if you can today,
my spirit’s feeling low
You may think I’m so happy
but I have misery you don’t know

For when the crowds are gone,
nobody there but me,
there’s something desperately missing
for I am so empty.

For you know that you were redeemed from your empty way of life inherited from the fathers, not with perishable things like silver or gold,
I Peter 1:18

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