Give God The Glory

Give God The Glory long poem

Uploaded by Milton Robertson

Hey check this folks ’cause this I need to say. You see ever since I can remember I’ve been having
things my way. So maybe I’ve been blessed from the beginning because ever since I was a kid I’ve
been winning. But I wasn’t really thinking about that ’cause I was too busy patting myself on the back.
I thought I was as good as they come and I wouldn’t be outdone by anyone.

All you had to do was look and you would see, the way I boast, you know I’m all about me. Like going through life building castles out of sand, whatever the weather they would stand ’cause I could work miracles with my hands. Even through the worst storms with gale force winds, I wouldn’t bip, bop or even bind.

Through the darkest of nights, or if the day was sunny, it made no difference I still made all the money. while every day I was with a different girl because in my mind this was my world. Hey I was doing things that people could only dream but instead of shining bright all I had was a gleam. I had accomplished all my goals, but inside me was this big hole.

And this big hole I was unable to fill, I tried wine, women and even pill still, that big hole I couldn’t seal. So I looked to the sky and asked, Lord Why? But nothing I heard not a peep, not a word. While being stuck in my fixation, I had a real revelation. How do you think all this came to be, the sky, the Earth or even the tree. The beasts of the fields, the fish of the sea?

How do you think man came to be? Then I started to wonder, where can I look? I heard The Holy Bible is a great place to start but first you must open your heart. So I opened The Bible and looked it over, I found, He Almighty God and His name is JEHOVAH. I found with God none of us could win because ever since Adam, we were all born into sin.

So God sent His Son, who died for us all, without Him we would all fall. And if you open your heart and let The Lord in, He will guide you to all righteousness and exalt you among men. Now the hole has been filled, I can hold my head up, and, I can chill. You see I found, it’s alright to do your do my friend, but without The Lord you’re just chasing the wind. And it’s alright to tell your story, But You Got To Give God The Glory.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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