Gene Floyd Kokomo, Indiana

Let me first of all thank God for my poetic talents. Without God this writing would not be possible. I was born in Kokomo, Indiana. Originally the poems National Library of Poetry published were meant to be songs. Songs are poems set to music. Also, I want to express appreciation to the Library of Poetry for giving me this opportunity through publishing my poems so others can enjoy reading the poetic words. My memberships include Cornerstone Christian Center Church. I am retired now from "American Standard" and continue to write (songs) poems and desire to publish them also. Gene Floyd welcomes letters and if anyone desires any song cassettes they may receive a price list by writing him.

He Picks Me Up When I Fall When I find myself up on a mountain When I find myself in the valley low When I try to do my best and I stumble I find he's there to pick me up where ever I go. When I think of given' up this ol' battle When I fail when I've given him my all I reach up for the hands of my saviour He reaches down picks me up when I fall. Each and every tear which falls are numbered When pain's in our hearts it moves him When the enemy moves in like a roar'n lion He's there to hold me in his arms time and time again When I started out on life's journey When I started out I promised him my all I have found where I'm weak in him I am strong He's there to pick me up when I fall.

He Picks Up Those Broken Pieces We may be shattered in a thousand pieces A broken vessel became Can't look into other faces - we may think We're to blame We might think no one care's about us We might think we'll never win Give Jesus all those broken pieces Let him put you together again. We want so to do our thing Sometimes we try it on our own When we fail our hearts are broken But remember we're not alone Someone searches because he love's us Tho a broken vessel we've been He picks up those broken pieces Puts us back together again. May seem our world 'round us crumbles No real friends can be found Jesus is because he loves us Never ever lets us down In his love'n arms holds us In his love'n hands then Picks up all those broken pieces Puts us back together again.

Inside This Man (dedicated to the memory of my friend Richard Carter) We might not ever know why some have a troubled mind But if they should happen to pass our way be ever so kind Never condemn their weakness if themselves they reveal Unless we're inside this man we don't know how he feels. We might find them in a bar room or some other place Remember it could be us were it not by God's grace He might not have control over what life to him deals Unless we're inside this man we don't know how he feels. He might be our neighbor or someone down the street Might be that stranger today we happen to meet Lend an ear and listen if to you he appeals Unless we're inside this man we don't know how he feels. Don't just pretend to love him really love him today Don't turn your back be a friend in every way Be your brothers keeper you know you true'ly can We don't know how he feels unless we're inside this man.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Gene Floyd. All rights reserved.