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OUR DAYS (by Otmer Horn) Our story has been written in words far too many to tell; They come from a fount much too dark and a deep and fathomless well; We write them with pens made from memories on paper that comes from the soul No erasers in this life so we live it ... the whole; Of all our days, as they number in years; We see one by one Just how many pages are left, How many words to be done?

Honor "They gave their lives for our Country" We sometimes glibly say. They lived and died in hero's pride And then they passed away. Their lives, not freely given Were taken on a field In honor of their country A mighty weapon yield To keep us free to live As free men always can To live for God and Country And honor that one man. Who stood alone with many Who lived in ages past Who lived and fought with honor And scattered as the mast. Some still live here among us To you we give our thanks You passed thru fields with honor On horseback or in tanks With weapons strong you marched on To do the duty right Protecting, this, our Country From heat 'til cold of night. We honor you this season And love with grateful heart The life you gave with honor And that you have a part ... In giving freedom to us In honor of a Writ: "The Constitution of the United States of America" For you defended it. Otmer Horn May 23, 2003

A Husband's Lament (by Otmer Horn) The cake fell when I slammed the door Then through the lips that I adore Came these few words that hurt me sore (She said:) "Its all your fault!" She couldn't find her fav'rite dress The closet seems the be a mess She said again, I must confess "Its all your fault!" A bad hair day or dirty floor A stinky bathroom and whats more An empty billfold, we're so poor (She said:) "Its all your fault!" It is too hot to mow the lawn With great big eyes, just like a fawn And lips that look like Goldie Hawn (Said:) "Its all your fault!" Where Viet Nam or in Iraq I wish Id stayed piled in the sack But said these words I cant take back: "Its all my fault!"

Darkness I have wandered into darkness And I cannot find the light; It surrounds me like a curtain And I cant adjust my sight. In this moment, dark and empty, I find nothing I can feel; Theres no wall nor floor beneath me In this room of death surreal. There's no sound, just empty silence, Am I all alone in death? Theres no heartbeat deep inside me And I cannot feel my breath. The foul worm of my remembrance Eats into my every thot; And my screams fade into nothing In this flame so searing hot. Was I so that bad in living To deserve this damning fate? I would change this very moment But I fear it is too late. Oh how long in dark I wander Like a storm cloud in a dream, Shall eternity surround me Do I see a distant gleam? Yes, a face seems to draw nearer Eyes of love turn into hate Get thee hence, I never knew you! There I see a distant gate. Closer I can see it glowing; Is that sulfur that I smell? Then a voice bids me draw nearer Welcome child, welcome to hell. Otmer Horn (2 Cor 5:11 KJV) Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences.

I Could Have (by Otmer Horn) I never preached a sermon Nor knocked upon a door To tell a soul of Jesus Or gave unto the poor I never taught a lesson That children need to hear Of God and of His mercy And never shed a tear O'er souls now lost forever Not having ever heard For missions stand there silent Not spreading Gods own Word No funds came from my pocket I needed it for me They almost begged for offrings No need for that I see Me go to church? Not often Id other things to do You surely will not blame me I stand in front of you This judgment seems so scary Just let me in the gate For mansions and for splendor Why do you make me wait? I want to see my mother And loved ones over there Naked I stand before you I have no robe to wear In life, I had no vision Nor did I care, you see That souls were daily dying So, What were they to me? I cared for self and riches And of the ones I love For others, I gave nothing For treasures up above A mansion on the hilltop Is where I want to be So Jesus, let me go inside Saint Peter has the key You want to ask me something? I did not hear Your call? Well, maybe I heard something Like echoes in a hall I did not read my Bible? I didnt take the time So busy was I working To make another dime To live is so expensive You ought to know that Sir You know my heart and motives? My wife? Yes, what of her? I drove to church on Sundays And dropped her at the door And smiled once at her preacher He couldnt ask for more I never liked him much you see I didnt have a tie To wear to Sunday meetings Nor think of time to die For death was for all others It was not planned for me I plan to live forever Not in a casket be But now I stand before you And wondring of my fate You wouldnt send my soul to hell? Just let me in the gate To think of this one moment In judgment now I stand One thought runs thru my memry While walking in life's land: "I could have"

Pennies Far beyond a million sunsets, In the endless reach of time, Lie fond memories so precious, Those of yours and those of mine, Of the moments we have shared here, On this plain that we call earth ... And the moments were together Are the coins that give them worth; For when added all in pouches, All these pennies of the hours Are great riches such as kings have, Those of mine and those of yours Otmer Horn

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