Charles R. Jacobs 

Muskogee, Oklahoma

Wasted Years

Wasted years, wasted years, gone by so fast, as I look
back over the years what have I accomplished in the past?

It's late and life is really short never to regain or do over, so
what good have I to report?

What have I left behind that I can say, will benefit those
I leave behind or crowns and deeds at Jesus feet to lay.

Wasted years, wasted years gone so fast.  Fly by like a
gust of wind.  My time has come near the end at last.

There have been times of happiness and joy,
and time of heartaches and sadness.  I've been through a
lot since I was a boy.

God please help me to make the remaining years count for you.
Guide me and show me where to go and what to do.

That I may make up for some of those wasted years, and leave
behind a legacy of character to be gentle and kind.

I pray that I have sent on ahead things to you, that will last
forever, things I will recognize when I cross
over that Jordan river

Love is higher than the highest star,
but who on earth knows how high they are?

Love goes lower than the deepest hell,
and who knows better then Jesus to tell?

Love is larger than the universe, it will
deliver all that's under the curse.

Love is wider than East is to West, a never
ending circle in eternity we'll rest.

Love is stronger than death itself, as
we believe on the third day the grave he left.

Love is small enough to live in the heart of a child,
placed there by the one that knew no guile.

Love will cover any sin if we have his love
dwelling within.

Love isn't Love until it's given away.
God gave his only Son, as payment
for the world's sins, so accept his forgiveness, and share his
Love with someone so they don't have to pay.

Your hair is like the fines silk, so soft to touch,
your eyes express the love I need so much.
You are truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your hands are like palm leaves, waving in the breeze, always
busy and anxious to please.
You are truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your hear is as pure as a snow white dove, cleansed
and made holy by the Savior above.
Your truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your fragrance like Jasmine in the mist of the night,
stir my senses with sheer delight.
Your truly A flower in the masters bouquet.

Your voice like an angel when you sing to me, so soft
gentle and tenderly
Your truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your stature so sturdy, and tall, with your head held high,
Your gait so graceful, when you walk by.
You are truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your complexion so smooth, like peaches and cream, sometimes I
think you are only a dream.
You are truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your feet are beautiful in your sandals of tan,
would turn the head of any man.
Your truly a flower in the masters bouquet.

Your not far from perfection as one can see, as you worship
your Master on bended knee.

To sum it all up, what am I to say, but you are truly a flower in
the Masters bouquet.

I once knew a kitten named Pooh,
It belonged to a beautiful girl I once knew
Pooh was cute and cuddly and she was too.

I could cuddle and love and play with Pooh,
but not with the beautiful girl I once knew.
This made me very sad and very blue.

Pooh would play with me on the floor,
but this beautiful girl thought I was a bore.
She wanted to play with Pooh all the more.

Pooh would purr softly as I stroked her fur,
but this beautiful girl, when I tried would deter
she would do the opposite I would prefer.

Then one day to my surprise things changed,
Pooh with her loveable ways had arranged
that us three being together wasn't so strange.

She brought us together and that made three,
This beautiful girl, Pooh and me were now family
Now we understand each other form  A to Z.

Now we laugh and play and have lots of fun,
But when we're alone we hardly have none,
This trio hasn't lost love but only won.