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God Doesn't Make Deals
by Janet Owenby
copyright 12-09-2003


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Judge said, "You're just a young man, son,
but I can't forget what you've done.
You've chosen the life of a thug,
and killed somebody for a drug.
You will spend your life in a cell,
until you face Satan in hell."

I hung down my head in prayer.
"Lord, please listen if you're up there.
I am willing to make you a deal
I will never lie, cheat, or kill.
or commit any other crime,
if you will help me out this time."

Dad said, "son, you don't understand.
Reach out with your heart, not your hand
God doesn't need to make this deal,
when he can bend you to his will.
God knows just what you need to live.
So don't ask for things . . . just give"

My knees hit the floor of my cell.
Dad's letter said, "your mom isn't well."
"God, I will make you one last deal,
and live according to your will,
if you will take away these tears,
and give momma, a few more years."

Priest said, "son, you don't understand."
Reach out with your heart, not your hand.
God doesn't need to make this deal,
when he can bend you to his will.
God knows just what you need to live.
So don't ask for things . . . just give"

God still took my momma away,
and I cursed my Saviour that day.
I swore I'd never pray again,
and vowed to live my life in sin.
My soul remained Satan's to burn.
God was no longer my concern.

Five years later I had a dream,
and I heard my momma's voice scream.
"Son, its time that you understand.
Reach out with your heart, not your hand.
God knows just what you need to live,
So, don't ask for things . . . just give"

I fell down on my knees again,
and this time I gave him my sin.
"God , I finally understand,
and I give my heart, not my hand.
I will not ask for things . . . I'll give
And for you my life I will live."

I know that God listens and heals,
and I know that God doesn't make deals.
Reach with your hearts and not your hands,
God hears you and he understands.
He knows just what you need to live,
So, don't ask for things . . . just give




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12-19-2003 Catherine Wilson    

That was fantastic and I agree with Moses that everything I read of yours just gets better. I'm going backwards thought but the same applies.

Outstanding job.

CAtherine


12-14-2003 Moses Hochstetler    

Janet, Your poems keep getting better and better. This one is so full of truth, and your repetition keeps driving the point home in a very effective way. It is so kind of you to correspond with someone behind bars. I, too, write to someone in this situation, and I have written a poem for him.
It is about a part of you being "free" even when you are behind bars. I will let you know when I post it.

Best wishes,
Your friend Moses


12-14-2003 Joan Jotz    

Hi Janet,
This is a very powerful piece!! It makes us realize that we can't control everything in our lives. There's a line from a song that says
"If you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plans...". Your message is clear in this poem. Love the flow and the way you presented it.
Hope to see more of your works!!!

Joan


12-10-2003 Paul Kangas    

hey,
this is a really good poem. by the way i wrote a few new poems, they are on the main page!


12-10-2003 Janet Owenby    

I wrote the peom as if he was the one speaking, because sometimes people talk and never hear themselves.


12-10-2003 Janet Owenby    

I correspond with a young man in prison and I wrote this poem for him, most of it is about what has happened in his life. The rest was a message I was sending him.


12-09-2003 Nancy Pawley    

Janet, this poem gives a lesson that many don't or won't heed in today's world..great write.
Nancy


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