POETRY

The Poetry of Gene Minix

Shared here are a few of the poems by Gene Minix. We hope you enjoy them.

Dreaming of Heaven

by Gene Minix

I sometimes just stop

In the middle of the day.

I close my eyes

And let my dreams take me away.

To that city yonder

Called Heaven so fair.

I close my eyes and dream

Of what it is like there.

I see love that is pure.

A place of perfect peace.

Where there is no death or sorrow,

Where all our sufferings cease.

I see friends and loved ones

who have gone on before.

They are smiling and at rest

Safe inside Heaven's door.

I see a beautiful city

Where the streets are pure gold.

Where the River of Life flows free.

Where we'll never grow old.

I see a land of milk and honey.

A place without a care.

But the greatest thing of all,

I see sweet Jesus there.

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YOU ARE RICHER TONIGHT

by Gene Minix

You are richer tonight if today

You have taken the time to pray

And thank God for the blessings

He has sent your way.

And you are richer tonight if today

You've stopped to help someone along the way.

To have smelled the sweetness of a rose

And observed a child at play.

If you've listened to the song of the birds today

And had time to hear what a neighbor had to say,

You are richer tonight, my friend,

Than you were at the start of the day.

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Bubba and the Chicken

or Watch Out that Criticizing

by Gene Minix

Bubba walked out one day

To check the chicken house nests.

He took up an egg and Bubba said,

Why, chicken, you're just a pest.

Look at this thing!

You call this an egg, do you?

With that, Mrs. Hen looked up at Bubba,

Said let me tell you a thing or two.

Just as sure as yonder

In the blue sky is the shining sun,

Bubba, it's a lot easier to criticize an egg

Thank it is to lay one.

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OLD GLORY FLIES HIGH

by Gene Minix

I was there at Valley Forge

And flew proud over San Juan Hill.

At Normandy, Okinawa, and Viet Nam

They knew I was for real.

I've flown on silver rocket ships

As they've plowed across endless skies.

I've been battle worn and tired

And at times there's been tears in my eyes.

I've been cursed at by enemies of freedom

But I marched on proud as could be.

I've been dragged through streets and spit upon

By very nations I've helped set free.

But I'm still flying tall today

And by God's grace I always will.

Evil, when you mess with me

You will know that I am real.

My name is Old Glory

And I stand for a people and freedom just.

Together we will march to victory

With the motto, IN GOD WE TRUST.

POETRY SPEAKS TO THE HEART

YOU ARE IMPORTANT,GOD HAS A PLAN FOR YOUBY GENE MINIX

Don't ever say you are not important.

Everyone is important to God its true!

Why, even the fact that you were born

Shows God has a special plan for you.

Seek to follow after Him.

Let Him lead you day by day.

Dig deep into His Word

And be sure to daily pray.

God will bless you beyond

Anything you can imagine its true!

And, remember, don't say you are not important,

God has a special plan for you.

LIFEby Gene MinixThemore yousincerely lovelife, the better lifebecomes for you and thosearound you. Live every momentto the fullest and enjoy thiswonderful gift of life God has given to us.For every moment of life is truly a precious and wonderful gift from God!© Copyright 2002, by Gene Minix.All rights reserved.

We'll Waltz Through Life Together

by Gene Minix

The sky is our ballroom.
The stars are the ballroom lights.
Moon beams shine down on us
As we waltz through the night.
The nightingales are our orchestra.
Playing sweetly, "Oh, hold me so tight".
You and I, lost in each other
We waltz through the night.
You still look like sweet eighteen
And I still want to hold you tight.
As the moonbeams dance upon us
And we waltz through the night.
And as the morning light breaks through
And the sunbeams do shine.
Promise me that every dance you dance
Will be yours and mine.
So put your head on my shoulder
As the nightingales play our song.
And we'll waltz through life together
With a love so beautiful and strong.

FIX ME, JESUS

by Gene Minix

You are the potter
And I am the clay.
Fix me, Jesus
Mold and make me your way.

I'm far from perfect,
Lord, that I know.
Sometimes I break your heart
But you still love me so.

I'm really trying, Lord.
I'm just human I guess.
Keep on fixing me, Jesus.
You know what is best.

And one of these days,
Lord, keep fixing me.
I'll stand before you
My robe white and wrinkle free.

Mold me and make me.
Lord fix me day by day.
I'm thankful you are the potter
And I'm just the clay.

THE MIGHTY WORK OF ALMIGHTY GOD

How can one hold a new born baby

And look into it's tiny face

And say we just somehow evolved

From the monkey race?

How can one stand and

Look at the stars shining bright

And say it all just happened

With a big bang one night?

Nothing just happens, not the statrs

Nor life, not the trees, flowers or sod.

It's all the mighty creation

Of a great and wonderful God!

He made it all,

Including you and me.

And only a fool would

Be so blind as not to see.

I WILL FOREVER LOVE YOU

by Gene Minix

It would be

a foolish thing to try and tell you

how much I love you.

For my love for you

cannot be measured. The depth of

and height of it is beyond

anything I could ever say.

Why it would be

like the golden eagle

trying to explain the feeling it

knows as it soars above the

earth in an unlimited sky,

feeling the wind beneath it's wings.

It would be like the thirsty

desert trying to explain it's feelings when the

cool welcome rains begin to fall

and is caught and held tight within it's bosom.

Try to tell you how much I love you?

There is no way. I love you with all

that is within me to love you with.

I will always love you!

And I pray you will always

love me. But should you

stop loving me in some tomorrow,

I want you

to know my love will remain

the same________

I will forever love you!