My First Poems
Volume One
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JUDGE ME NOT
Don’t judge me yet, my friend I ask
You see my Lord has quite a task
He’s molding me most every day
So judge me not, my friend I pray
A lot of work must yet be done
You see my Lord has just begun
And it won’t be till that heaven gain
For up till then, you judge in vain
A perfect soul I’ll never claim
My human natures still the same
But God is changing everyday
This life I live, into His ways
So judge me not is my advice
For each old habit slowly dies
But you can judge when God is done
For only then, these battles won
But in the meantime, you see
A far from perfect man in me
So judge me not my friend I ask
For God’s still working on the task
God’s books be open wide Each deed, each act, or friends we’ve tread There’s nothing we can hide. We’ll all have many reasons why We did a selfish act Or why we took which wasn’t ours On others turned our back Each lie, each cheat, each evil thought Is all recorded there The way we treat our fellow man The days we didn’t care God’s books records our life on earth Escape, we’ll never know Our sinful evil ways be there On earth, the life we sowed Be careful friend, God’s book record How we did run the race For each man’s acts will all be there God’s books we’ll surely face Formats Book Details Roy V. Benson has introspectively changed his day to day purpose of living by selfishly accepting the Lord throughout his most every thought and action. He asymptotically enriches everyone he encounters, without overbearance. Throughout this Volume One of My First Poems, the readers gain many comfortable real life tools which empowers them to casually accept every day stuff. The readers thus get a surreal feeling of Roy's thoughtfulness, selflessness, fullfillment of spirit and freedom of pain as illustrated here, which translates into the readers gaining Peace of mind . . . NO THANKS What small and puny men we are No thanks for life to give But take each blessing as though it’s ours A selfish life to live No thanks for food before us spread No thanks for health itself Too busy Lord, I guess we are To gather things of wealth Too busy just to pause in thanks Ungrateful creatures we I’m sure when He looks down on us Ungratefulness He sees Too busy with the things about No prayer of thanks above But take for granted all these things The blessings of His love I pray that I, for one will learn To give My thanks to Thee In all things Lord, the big and small My life may grateful be. On July 11th, 1922, Nineteen hundred and Twenty Two of the Lord,. at Hoquiam General Hospital in the Pacific Northwest, Roy V. Benson started his visit here on earth. Roy readily accepted the Lord until the age of 14, when he departed. He came back to the Lord twelve years later in 1948. Roy was further blessed in 1960 to meet a true angel and love of his life, Renee. Roy took very special care of Renee on their spiritual journey even through her Altheimer years until she was welcomed through the gates of Heaven in 2001. To date, Roy has hand written more than 200 books of Spiritual poems. One of his dreams came true, again, in 2006 with this first published book "My First Poems" circa 1960. I Met A Man, A Gentle Man I met a man, a gentle man Along the road one day They called him Ron, that was his name I met along the way I’m 83, he gave to me A dream that would come true He told me in his gentle way My life it isn’t through Our loving Lord He touched my life I cannot here explain I am so grateful for that man I’ll never be the same A Bible Book Store opened up It’s all because of Ron I saw the opening on that day The breaking of the dawn He made an old man’s dream come true That day that here we met O yes he blest my life so much I never shall forget I met a man, a gentle man He made my dreams come true I guess my Lord is telling me I have some more to do. -Roy V. Benson, September 2006
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