Deeper Furrow

  Secret Service Guitar chords (E, A, B7)   Woke up with brunch on my mind And with no wife to dine I drove solo to the local Johnnie Mars   It was a dismal rainy day Wondering if there’d be a place for me to stay Judging by the parking lot full of cars   Wait to be seated the sign read While others were being fed So I humbly took my stand   At the counter right there The waitress showed me an empty chair Then suddenly by me sat an elderly man   Blue cap with veteran sewn upon Gold stitching told of a mission he'd been on Some years back he was eager to say   Another vet to his left caught his eye Before long they reminisced about days gone by While I quietly enjoyed my steak   Six years with the Air Force brought me in Although my cap didn’t announce when And with no medal with which to pin That day I became secret service That day I became secret service That day I was secret servic...

  The Brothers At Johnnie Mars Joshua 5      Went in for lunch today at a Sioux City icon.   Sitting at the counter, I conversed with a vet.   He was going to the honorary Vietnam supper tonight.   He had his cap to prove it. I wore mine, a simple baseball cap with an American flag on it.   To his side sat another vet.   His cap also told a story.   Mine, just a plain old cap.       Serving six years in the Air Force has meant nothing to me when comparing myself to those seeing combat.   I hesitate to say I served because I was medically discharged.   Someone recently told me not to discount it.   Everyone’s time looks different.   True, but a common thread links us.      God’s army crossed the Jordan with Joshua in the lead.   A certain thing lacked.   A loose end that Moses never tied up.   All the children born in the wilderness wandering were...

  Thirty Years Running Chords (G9, C9, F9) She was something special On a Friday night Made our own fireworks When I held her tight And that’s how it goes Yes, that’s how it goes When it’s thirty years running   When she said “I do” You know it was done Solemn oath taken Under the Son That’s how it goes Yes that’s how it goes When it’s thirty years running Pretty daughter Looking through the photos today Some are smoother Than the ones she had in May But that’s how it goes Yes, that’s how it goes When it’s thirty years running When it's thirty years running      Mr. and Mrs. Cory Cvrk September 1, 1990 Reverend Bill Banks, Pastor Disciples of Christ Church Aurora, Colorado    

  Memories Chords (D, C, G)   I remember the proof We were in the family way Stage of life they say Comes in and blows away But those memories keep me warm Yes, the memories keep me warm On this cold day   She sure is busy Tending works under the Son Blessings from her open hand He rewards in what she’s done And those memories keep me warm Yes, the memories keep me warm On this cold day   Late tonight I’ll meet her When the lights have all drawn down Pillow talk will reassure me I don’t need to run around Still those memories keep me warm Yes, the memories keep me warm On a cold day On a cold day On this cold day

  I Remember Spanking, A Lot      Foolishness is surely bound up in the heart of a child.   We used a rod to drive it far from them.   Redirection meant nothing to us.   We did not reason with them.   Quick obedience is what we aimed for.   It was the bar.   Anything less met the hand of correction.      Steering a small army of seven meant the older served the younger.   Jackets, shoes, and such.   From command given to troop movement, time was essential if we were to be mobile.   If I called a name upstairs, the accepted response was “Coming!”      Their mother and I had no model of a large family.   Coming from a sibling a piece meant no streamlining.   Organization threatened little self-indulgences.   I typically enjoyed my own room.   Servanthood I did not know.   Marriage and family life shocked me when I was expected to sacrifice.   We...

  What He Prepares Us For      We will not grieve as those who have no hope.   When life breath stops, we look to Another to take them away.   He bridges our gap of understanding.   From what we see unto the eternal, His word assures final victory.   So, we sow our tears in hope knowing we shall reap a consolation.      I watched her frame lie in bed.   On a sunny day with family around, we watched as the nurse pronounced her dead.   Final breath left and closure ending its work, a great sigh left relieving the tension of months prior.   They saw her decline and now to final rest.       Jesus talks of our spirits.   How tied they are with our souls.   Although her body showed no signs, her awareness was never greater.   I sang a song personally to her.   Believing she heard every word, I laughed and made conversation while comforting her.   She was free...