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Blessed are the Children
You work and save and you worry and pray
For their health and all that they need
And when one of them is sick or hurt your heart just seems to bleed
When they’re so small and helpless, you pray to see them grown
Then suddenly you’re wondering where all the years have gone
And for the three that God gave me, I simply must confess
I can’t imagine how one man could be so richly blessed
It’s so easy to take their love for granted when all is going well
But when unexpected tragedy will strike, none of us can tell
And one such tragedy came to me, in the form a heart attack
Then my wife suddenly suffered a pulled muscle in her back
So there wasn’t much that either of us could really do for the other
But guess who came running to the side of dear old Father and Mother
In the blink of an eye it seemed they were here, doing all that had to be done
They cut the grass and cooked and cleaned, and made it look like fun
They did the laundry and washed the dishes and dusted everything in sight
And everything they did for us, they did with all their might
And neither of them would leave until they knew our needs were met
Just thinking of how they showed us their love, my eyes are getting wet
They did all this for us while tending to families of their own
No finer children in the world has any parent known
If any Father on Earth has been honored, that Father has been me
And I want them to know that a prouder Father, there could never be
We are grateful for every friend who came, and for all who said a prayer
But most of all we thank our children, who showed us that they care.
© Arvil Jones
That Hateful Word - Sin
All the years that God has allowed me to live
To enjoy all the blessings His Son did give
I could never measure all He’s done for me
I’ve a mouth to speak and two eyes that see
My two hands work well, I have ears to hear
And a loving family that I hold dear
The list of my blessings could go on and on
All the things I possess because of God’s Son
Then my spirit goes drifting to a lonely hill
Where one Man hung dying, God’s plan to fulfill
There were many who gathered just to watch Him die
But only a few knew the reason why
Some say He died for the crimes He had done
But the Record proves- He committed none
Then why, you may ask, did He suffer so
To endure such agony, pain and woe
There is only one reason, and Sin is it’s name
My sin that put Him to all of the shame
It is sin that has caused so much suffering and loss
My sin that nailed Him to the Old Rugged Cross.
© Arvil Jones
How I Destroyed America - by Lucifer
Long ago her beauty shone from sea to shining sea
A beacon of faith, hope and charity for all the world to see
Like great peals of thunder, freedom rang from every mountainside
Her God adorned her with majesty, as if she were His bride
She quickly became the envy of all who cherished freedom’s flame
And by whatever means they could attain, by the millions pilgrims came
Her soil was rich and fertile, her waters clean and clear
Her God had His hand upon her heart, and I began to fear
To what heights of grandeur will this lady come if I leave her thus alone
I must somehow corrupt her, I must touch her flesh and bone
Such righteousness and charity my soul cannot allow
And without her knowledge I devised my plan to destroy her somehow
I studied her massive foundations, searching for the tiniest flaw
And at her very spiritual roots, I slowly began to claw
I began to whisper in the ears of her leaders, and it didn’t take too long
I had them convinced that light was darkness, I convinced them that right was wrong
By my subtlety I seduced her to abandon the truth of her God
My decadent plan was working quite well, while at her heart I did prod
I introduced her to evolution and I poisoned her mind
I convinced her that in herself alone the greatest joys she could find
I distracted her with entertainment, pornography and pride
And in her religious institutions, I found a place to hide
I crept into her government, Federal, State and City
I gave her children mind-bending drugs, and on them I showed no pity
I gave them new forms of sexual pleasures, but called it by a different name
Now her men marry men, and women marry women, without a blush of shame
I taught her to murder within her own laws through legalized abortion
I taught her financial experts to steal by deception and extortion
Ahh, Yes, I almost have her now, worshiping at my feet
I only had to promise her that her every need I could meet
Most of her beauty has now decayed, as I sit upon her throne
As I and my demons rejoice to see how far down she as gone
And the only things that stand in my way, as my evil plan I pursue
Are that old black Book – the Bible, and the prayers of a faithful few.
© Arvil Jones
Would You Know the Devil if You Saw Him
He does not wear a tight red suit with horns and a pointed tail
And neither is he a sallow-faced man with claw-like fingernails
And neither are the sulfured flames of Hell now his domain
And there is scarcely a place in the cosmos to which he cannot attain
Who then is this evil angel who has plagued mankind so long
Who causes men to shun the right and to embrace the wrong
With a holy violence long ago he was cast from a Heavenly place
And ever since that ancient day, he has shown his ugly face
He invaded the heart and mind of Cain, who murdered his own brother
And it is he who has taught men to hate and kill each other
He slips into the minds of men with cruel subtlety
He walks on earth and fills the air, and sails upon the sea
He murders little babies even from their mother’s womb
And billions of unsuspecting souls has he led to their doom
It matters not at all to him how many he has slain
And his putrid soul rejoices at all the sin and pain
He does his foul and dirty work behind many a disguise
And he covers his evil face so well, he’s hard to recognize
He’s the world’s greatest orator, and politician too
He persuades both men and women to act as he wants them to
He parades his filth and nakedness across the TV screen
He uses others to do his deeds, yet he is never seen
He robs men of their health and wealth without a blush of shame
He slanders and accuses the saints, and Satan is his name
His wickedness knows no boundaries, his cruelty knows no end
He knows each law that he can use, each rule that he can bend
How many lives he has destroyed, no calculator can tell
But thankfully his destiny is a bubbling burning Hell.
© Arvil Jones
The Mother I Knew - Ethel Keene-Jones
She married my Dad when she was fourteen
Back in Nineteen-twenty two
And of course there were the usual comments
As to how folks thought they would do
Some would say they didn’t do so well
But when the whole story is told
How folks do is determined I guess
By the standard that you hold
There came from her womb fourteen children
But one was dead in her womb
And as the years passed she watched them bury
Five more in a hillside tomb
She survived the deaths of her children
A Depression and two World Wars
Then there was Korea, and Vietnam
With all of life’s heartaches and scars
She scrubbed the clothes on a washboard
And cooked on a woodburning stove
She read the Bible by a coal oil lamp
And a car she never drove
She never complained about anything
Her faith in her God kept her strong
Side by side with Dad and the children
She worked in the fields all day long
She had no beautiful figure to show
But whenever my Mother passed by
Men young and old removed their hats
With a look of respect in their eye
She had more than enough of love to share
For her husband, her children, and others
And in my heart she will always be
The Fairest of all Mothers
And then the day came when her race was run
And we all had to say goodbye
And now she sings in Heaven’s choir
In her mansion in the sky.
© Arvil Jones
The Mother Of My Children
I met her first when we were children
But didn’t even get her name
A little blonde haired country girl
With blue eyes and a skinny frame
Then some years passed and we both grew
To that tender age of fifteen
And now she was the most beautiful girl
These eyes had ever seen
And I knew then that I had to try
To make her a part of my life
And so just two years later
I asked her to be my wife
And I love her more now than I ever have
Even after forty-four years
She’s been my right arm and my very best friend
Through sickness, pain and tears
She’s the Mother of our three children
And what a godly Mother she’s been
A kinder, gentler, loving woman, this world has never seen
She has a smile and a sense of humor
That can gladden the saddest soul
Though time and troubles of her own
Have certainly taken their toll
She is a woman of simple faith
In her God whom she greatly adores
And for many years she has sung from her heart
Of Heaven, and those bright peaceful shores
And since we know not the number of our days
Nor the sum of the years of our life
I just wanted to take this opportunity
To honor my blessed Wife
To Carolyn Jordan-Jones
From Arvil
© Arvil Jones
The World's Greatest Book
If someone were to ask you, What’s the world’s greatest Book
Then where in the whole wide world would you begin to look
Would your first answer be the Library with a thousand shelves or more
Or would you hope to find it down at the corner store
Would you think of all the so-called Classics that you have ever read
Would the names of famous authors go running through your head
Could you recite from memory a famous quote or two
Or could you remember those precious lines
That once meant so much to you
And of all the books that you have read
Is there one that you still hold dear
The one that gave you hope and courage, or relieved some dread or fear
Do you remember that title now, and the famous Author’s name
Do you know about His heritage, and the place from whence He came
Oh, yes, I do remember now – It’s the Bible of which you speak
The Book that always gave me strength when I was sad and weak
It’s the Book that gave me comfort
In times of sorrow and pain
Yes, it’s the world’s greatest Book
I think I’ll read it again.
© Arvil Jones
Three Righteous Men
Old Noah was righteous
And he walked with the Lord
He preached and he labored
And he trusted God’s Word
He sailed o’er the flood
But suffered no loss
But Noah didn’t carry
The Old Rugged Cross
Now Daniel found favor in the eyes of the king
And told him the secrets of all of his dreams
Faith brought him out of the old lion’s den
But Daniel could not pay the price for my sin
Now Job was a man whom God richly blessed
Tormented by Satan, his faith stood the test
In sorrow he cursed the day he was born
But Job didn’t wear a crown made of thorns
Only my Savior could pay the great price
To save a lost soul from sin and from strife
Though we love the old Prophets, and honor their name
No one but Jesus could bear all my shame.
© Arvil Jones
He Holds Me Secure
The very day that I was born my life was in the hands of another
A country doctor brought me from the womb of my dear Mother
I was nursed upon my Mother’s breast as the youngest of fourteen
And grew up on a country farm with rolling pastures green
I was taught and guided by Mom and Dad and the teachings of God’s Holy Word
And many a prayer was said for me that I would someday trust in the Lord
And some of my life was placed in the hands of the teachers in several schools
Who taught me to read and to sit up straight, to observe and respect the rules
But being a bit wild and reckless, I wandered from the narrow way
And not very long thereafter I learned -There is always a price to pay
And those who enforce the rules took control of a brief part of my life
And I brought a lot of grief to my Mother, I caused her much pain and strife
But down on my knees at an old country church, God answered my dear Mother’s prayers
I surrendered my life to the Lord Jesus Christ, and I cast on Him all of my cares
And the old country preacher was not educated, he spoke neither Latin nor Greek
But one Sunday morning he baptized me ‘neath the waters of old Callebs Creek
And no, I was not the Model Christian – No one ever called me a Saint
But since that day at that little altar, I have known the Holy Spirit’s restraint
And if you want to speak of rules, Oh yes, I’ve broken a few
But there are some things the Holy Spirit will not allow me to do
My life has had it’s ups and downs, the good times and the bad
I have watched them bury most of my loved ones, including Mother and Dad
And not long ago another doctor- a surgeon, cut open my chest
And from the hearts and lips of many, there went up a prayer request
And I am grateful for the doctors and nurses, for their skills and all that they know
But more so to God who hears and answers the cries of His children below
My unconscious body, my heart with it’s scars, were all in the hands of another
Quite like that day so long ago, I was taken from the womb of my Mother
But my soul and my spirit have never been in the hands of earthly men
For the power of the One who holds me secure, reaches beyond mortal ken.
© Arvil Jones
My Time Has Come
Seems I can hear a choir sing
And the gentle sound of rustling wings
There’s someone standing on the shore
To guide my spirit safely o’er
I hear my Father calling me
My time has come to cross the Sea
I’d like to say before I go
That I have no fear, for I surely know
That the One who died on Calvary
Removed the sting of death for me
Oh yes I hate to leave you here
For you have been a friend so dear
But surely you will follow me
When it comes your time to cross the Sea
To all my friends that I leave behind
If you should search your heart and find
That I have caused one tear or pain
Forgive me ‘til we meet again
Farewell my friends, don’t cry for me
My time has come to cross the Sea.
© Arvil Jones
In The Fork Of The Road
So often my heart goes drifting back to a beautiful sacred Place
To a little Church in the fork of the road where I found God’s Saving Grace
God only knows how many lost souls have laid down their heavy load
At the Altar of that little Church that sits in the fork of the road
It was there that many a poor lost sinner found Eternal Life
And there that many a country boy met his future Wife
I can still hear the Old Country Preacher as his voice rang loud and clear
Like the bell on Sunday morning saying Worship time was near
I can still hear the Church Choir singing and the glow on every face
And the Spirit always touched my soul when they sang Amazing Grace
So many precious memories and joys still abound
As I recall those all day meetings and Dinner on the ground
I can hear the children’s laughter as they went to Sunday School
Where we learned the Ten Commandments and the precious Golden Rule
I recall the testimonies of the ones who have gone before
How they longed to leave this vale of tears for Heaven’s peaceful Shore
They left behind a Legacy of Truth and Hope and Love
To join the ranks of Heaven’s Choir in Mansions up above
But here on Earth the work goes on and the bell still loudly rings
And the country folks still worship
At the Church called Dripping Springs.
© Arvil Jones
To The Preacher
How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Word of God,
Who sow good seed and meet each need while here on Earth they trod;
Who many times must go forth weeping, yet sowing all the while,
Who even though he's tired and weak, must go another mile;
His love for Christ compels him to find the soul that's lost,
And lead the erring one toward home, and bring him to the Cross;
And when one wayward soul is won, he goes to find another,
To give him faith and love and hope, to call him friend and brother;
And if he finds a wandering sheep who somehow lost his way,
He prays that God will give him the proper words to say;
And it matters not to him how far the wandering sheep has gone,
He follows Christ's example, and leads him gently home;
And when all his Earthly work is done, and as this world he leaves,
He goes to Heaven rejoicing, bringing in His sheaves;
And as he enters the pearly gates, knowing his race is run,
He hears his loving Father say, Well done my child, Well done.
© Arvil Jones
Standing At The Crossroad
Now I was born a country boy
Where the Summer breezes whisper through the pines
Where the bluegrass grows and a river flows
And we wakened to the Sunday Church bell’s chime
We listened to the whip-poor-will, had apple pies on a window sill
And we left a lot of footprints in the sand
In the evening when the work was done, just before the setting sun
I remember Daddy took me by the hand
And we’d go down to the crossroad
Where another road went winding far away
In my young and foolish mind
I swore that I would take that road someday
I looked up into his eyes and said “Daddy tell me where that road will end”
He said “Son I took that road before
And you don’t know what lies around the bend”
Don’t you let nobody tell you that it don’t matter which way you go
‘Cause one road leads across the mountain high
And the other down below
A lot of roads might look the same
But once you choose you can’t turn back the time
When you’re standing at the crossroad
Boy you’ve got to make up your mind
© Arvil Jones
When I See A Cross
I have traveled so many roads in Life
And so many things I have seen
I cannot number the miles I have driven
Nor the places that I have been
And sometimes I yearned just to have a friend
To help me carry my load
And then I saw three Crosses
Standing by the side of the road
The “C” in the Cross stands for the Curse
That Jesus bore for me
For Cursed is everyone that hangeth on a Tree
The “R” stands for Redemption bought by His precious blood
Redeemed from Satan, Sin and Self
By that mighty cleansing flood
The “O” stands for Omnipotence
For there is no greater Power
The One who holds the sparrow
And Created every flower
The first “S” means Salvation, forever, full and free
And the last “S” is my Savior
Who gave His life for me.
© Arvil Jones
Before I Wake
“And if I die before I wake”...such innocent words to say
They’ve been repeated by many a child
As they knelt each night to pray
But what if when we sleep tonight, we awake on Earth no more
Oh then where will our spirit be ,what destiny lies in store
If I should die before I wake, where will my spirit be
When I have traded all of time for that Eternity
When the Reaper Grim with his morbid scythe
Cuts the body and soul in twain
When a cold and lifeless stiffening form
Is all that shall remain
If I should die before I wake and lie quite still in death
When that Dread Angel hovers near to steal my final breath
Will the Angels bear my soul aloft in Heaven’s fields to roam
Or will the burning flames of Hell be my Eternal home
To all my friends who loved me here I give my answer now
If I should die before I wake, before My King I’ll bow
If I should die before I wake, I know where I shall go
The Blood of Jesus has prevailed, and washed me white a snow
To you I put the question now, my dear beloved friend
If you should die before you wake
Where will your soul be then?
© Arvil Jones