Author: donnie

David counted the fighting men To feed his sense of pride He fell into an awful sin From wrath he could not hide Our pride  goeth  before our fall Read David’s sad story The almighty God humbles all Don’t seek your own glory — Donnie Bryson   Shape Note Music of poem: david_count

At the age of five a car Hit him, left a lifelong scar His hand eternally shook Shoved inside a pocket nook The agitation transferred that scar to each holey jean Sixty some odd years later Gone land of ventilator Leap around the throne of God Unhampered full freedom trod No need to hide palsied…

Wake up everyday, always be yourself Be visible and don’t worship in stealth Our blest Lord Jesus is our open host Be ready to give a righteous riposte Parry a doubter’s question to a seed Move the topic to what they really need Donnie Bryson March 3, 2013

We all commit some sin We can’t blame it on an evil twin It’s our nature within Makes us come unhinged Later feeling chagrin The love of Christ on the Cross He did not shy from the loss Barehanded he scooped away dross Hands forever scared from the cost Once hidden plan now divine glasnost…

We are full of sin So much pain we are in Everyone runs their own way Trying to keep the wolf at bay Down the road we go Fleeing the seeds we sow The thorns grow up everywhere We need someone to pay the fare The Cross of Christ upon the hill The Son of…