Dr. Russell W. Nelson

Hot Springs, Arkansas, USA

Dr. Nelson is a retired Chiropractor formally of Luverne, Minn. and Sioux Falls, South Dakota. His wife Jayne helps him checking over his work and structuring his poems.Dr. Nelson tries to write with a message or have a story about some of his experiences. He is planning on writing a narrative with his poems to form a book of poetry. Someday he also would like to write some songs or gospel verses. He has had over 20 books and several newspapers publish his poems. Three of them have been put on tapes.

Curse Of The Land

There is a curse in the land
That is racing time like the
drifting sand.
Men of great learning are being used,
Their Hypocritic oath being confused.
Innocent mothers come to them with
problems supreme.
All to wake up in a horrible dream.
And the wise men to Washington sent,
Forgot their reasons or why they went.
What sign from God must we see,
Before we come to reality.
Will we hear the battle cry,
Of all the babies that had to die?
Or will their spirits return to earth,
And join all those with the second birth.
Coming together so they can win.
The final battle over all this sin.
They may come as a thief in the night,
Joining Jesus who will make all things right.
This would heal all the mothers from near and far,
Who have been suffering with their battle scar.

Shadows

Shadows fleeing from the sun,
Marking time as the day is done.
Blending together while once apart,
Now becoming one to form the dark.
Each shadow belongs to a special form,
When there is light, they are born.
Some shadows are beautiful when they appear,
While others may warn us that danger is near.
A shadows was never created out of thin air,
There was no beginning, they always were there.
Shadows have advanced since the beginnning of time,
God reversed them once as a special sign.
Shadows may be about you everywhere,
But wherever there is a shadow God is there.

Boy Off The Farm

Many years ago an angel sent by the Lord,
Saved a baby from being choked with a cord.
The baby grew up away from all harm,
His life very special for a "Boy Off The Farm".
And favorite to him is a picture still,
Of a child standing way up high on a hill.
There on the edge of a cliff the child had roamed,
In certain danger away from home.
And looking way up in the sky,
The child tried to catch a butterfly.
There was no one there to warn or call,
Just one more step and the child would fall.
But God who is still on the throne.
Seen to it that the child was not alone.
And instantly with loving care,
Sent a guardian angel there.
And to this day the "Boy Off The Farm".
Lives for God, away from all harm.