Thursday, May 3, 2012

Love Him

Love Him
(Deuteronomy 6:7)
By Kurt Hardy February 17, 2012


You shall love the Lord
With all your heart and soul
You shall let the Holy Spirit
Have control

You shall love the Lord
With all your strength and might
You shall worship Him
Everyday and every night

Course (2x)

Oh, Love Him, serve HIM
Give Him all the glory
Praise Him, honor Him
Tell the Gospel story

Oh, Love Him serve Him
Everywhere you go
Praise Him, honor Him
Let the whole world

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Race

The Race
I Corinthians 9:24-27
By Kurt Hardy

“Quit, give up, you’re beaten”, they shouted at me and pled.
“There’s just too much against you” were the words they said.

And as I started to hang my head, in front of failures face,
my downward fall was broken, by the memory of a race.

Then hope refills my weakened will as I recall that special scene.
For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.

A child’s race, young boys, young men. Now I remember it well.
Excitement for sure, but also came fear; it wasn’t hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win the race.
To win first or if not for that, at least to take second place.

As fathers watched from the side, each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoping to show his dad, that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went, young hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be a hero there! That was each boy’s desire.

And one boy in particular whose dad was in the crowd,
was running near the lead and thought, “my dad will be so proud”.

But as he ran down the field, across a shallow dip,
The little boy, who thought to win, lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself, his hand flew out to brace,
amidst the laughter of the crowd, he felt a deep disgrace.

So down he fell and with him hope, he could never win now.
Embarrassed and sad he only wished, he could disappear somehow.

His dad stood up amidst the crowd and showed his anxious face,
which to his boy he clearly said; “ get up and run the race”!

He quickly arose, no damage done, but behind a bit that’s all.
He ran with all his might and mind to make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself, to catch up so he might win,
his mind went faster than his legs, he slipped and fell again.

He wished then he had quit before, with only one disgrace,
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, why should I try to race?”

But in the laughing crowd, he found his father’s face,
the steady look that said again, “get up and run the race!”

So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m going to gain those yards, I’ve got to move real fast.”

Running with all the might he had, he gained eight yards or ten,
but trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He laid there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore, three strikes, I’m out, why try?”

The will to rise had disappeared; all hope had fled away,
So far behind, so error prone, a failure all the way.

“I’ve lost”, he thought, “so what’s the use, I’ll live in my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.

Get up! A voice I heard within, ”get up and take your place.
You’re not meant for failure here, get up and run the race.”

With borrowed will “get up” it said, “you haven’t lost at all.
For winning is, no more than this, to rise each time you fall.”

So up he arose to run once more and with a new commit,
he resolved to win or even to lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.

So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been.
Still he gave it all he had and ran as if to win.

Three times he stumbled and fell, each time he got up again.
Too far behind to win the prize, yet he ran to the very end.

They cheered the winning runner, as he crossed the line first place.
His head held high and proud, he finished with no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster, crossed the line last place,
the crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last, with head bowed low unproud,
You would have thought he won the race to listen to the crowd!

And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me you won” his father said, “You rose each time you fell.”

Now when things are difficult, and hard for me to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me to run my race.

For life is but a race we run, with ups and downs and all.
And all we have to do to win, is get up each time we fall.

“Quit, give up, you’re beaten!” They still shout in my face.
But another voice inside me says,” get up and run the race.”

Monday, April 2, 2012

Night Train

Night Train
by Kurt Hardy

Hear that whistle blowing
coming down the track
It's that midnight special
and it ain't coming back

Angels trumpets sounding
soon it's judgment day
Brother what I'm saying
it's coming down your way

Won't you bend your knee
and say these words to Him
"Lord, save my soul, take control
and make me Born-Again"

Angels trupets sounding
soon it's judgment day
I want to see you on that train
that's coming down your way

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Dare To Dream

Dare to Dream
By Kurt Hardy

You gave me hope, when all was lost,
and encouraged me to try again.

“Follow your dreams” is what you said.
Your inspiration caused me to begin.

Those simple words you spoke that day,
told me my dream could come true.

You rekindled the embers that started a fire
When you said, “I-BELIEVE-IN-YOU.”

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Hear My Humble Prayer

Hear My Humble Prayer
By Kurt Hardy

I went to God in solitude
to present my humble prayer.
“Oh, God” I cried “hear my plea
and tell me that You care.

When You created the heavens,
You painted the skies with blue.
The earth received Your glory,
revealing the splendor of You.

Your majesty is seen in all creation,
pristine is every detail.
Your hand is faithful in all You do,
and Your word has never failed.

Lord right now, I need Your supply,
to help me in my darkest hour.
Pour out Your grace and mercy on me,
Your promises are filled with power.

There are doctor bills and rent to pay
and the kids are sick with the flu.
I’ve been out of work for five months or more
and Lord, I don’t know what to do.”

Tears filled my eyes as they fell to the ground,
when suddenly I saw an angel of light.
“Weep not my child, for the Lord has heard,
and gives you this promise tonight.”
The Lord says, “I’ll go before you,
you have been faithful to Me.
Your burdens shall now be mine,
and I will set you free.”
In an instant the light disappeared,
and so was the angel’s voice.
Since that night, God has made a way,
for believing by faith is a choice.

Thank You dear Lord for hearing my humble prayer.
“Faith asks no signal from the skies,
To show that prayers accepted rise,
Our Priest is in his holy place,
And answers from the throne of grace.
By Charges Sprugeon 1800’s

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Box

The Box
By Kurt Hardy
Walk with Me a little while,
As I turn back the hands of time
To distant lands long forgotten
And hidden within you mind.

Memories of your childhood from days of yesteryear,
Buried deep within your heart, to hide the painful tears.

There you will find a box, filled with anger, resentment and fears.
Where you’ve kept it locked inside, for all these many years.

Now the box has grown heavy,
A burden too much to bare.
Rather than empty the contents,
You simply shout, “I don’t care.”

My child I speak the truth, you will never truly be free,
Until you open the box inside and face your memories.

I am the Spirit of Life, I’ve come to make you whole.
I offer you My balm of love, to heal your wounded soul.

My oil heals the broken heart,
And gives hope again to live.
For it is My universal law,
It happens each time you forgive.

Apply these words everyday to your life, and soon you will see,
Inside the box, there’s only love, that’s healed your memories.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Country Cowboy

Country Cowboy
Song by Kurt Hardy
Copy righted 6-17-1993

Verse 1
I thank God I’m a country cowboy
Got no worries…I’m care free

Whether mending fence or riding herd
Country living is the life for me

My blanket’s by the fire
Where the nights are quite and still

I love to hear the coyote’s howl
And the sounds of the Whippoorwill


Thank God, I’m a country cowboy
Cause Jesus set my fee
He broke the power of sin, when He came in
Now I’m living in His liberty

Thank God, I’m a country cowboy
I don’t live in sin or shame
Since I heard Him say, I was forgiven that day
In the power of His Holy name

Verse 2
No artist could ever paint
The beauty I get to see

Green valleys of purple flora
Wild flowers and desert trees

Majestic mountains covered with snow
There’s beauty every where I look

Meadows are filled with rivers and streams
There’s trout in every brook


Thank God, I’m a country cowboy
Cause Jesus set me free
He broke the power of sin, when He came in
Now I’m living in His liberty

Thank God, I’m a country cowboy
I don’t live in sin or shame
Since I heard Him say, I was forgiven that day
In the power of His Holy name

Verse 3
As I gaze into the big blue sky
The air is clean and clear

I see a hawk circling up above
A herd of White-Tailed deer

I thank God I’m a country cowboy
My horse may be all I own

But I never feel poor or lonely
Cause …country to a cowboy is home.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Awake Oh Sleeping Giant

< This poem was written to instruct the church of the critical hour in which we face. There is eminent danger from the enemy attempting to lure believers into a slumber of Christian mediocrity through the pleasures of self-indulgence.

This slumber as seen in the church called “The Body of Christ” which is none other than a sleeping giant. It is failing to have a desperate cry against the social morals that the world is establishing through our halls of congress, institutes of education and the financial system that supports them.

Jesus told His disciples to pray to the Lord of the harvest to send labors out into the field, for the “workers” are few and the harvest is ready (Matthew 9:37-38).

The poem describes the renascence period during the time of the “knights of shinning armor.” The setting is found in the drinking pubs of that era.
There are six players involved in the poem and their identities are as follows.
The Narrator- Giving insight into the drama.
The Herald- He is the Holy Spirit crying out the sound of war.
The Giant Warrior- Is the church, which is drunk on the pleasures of life and has forgotten the call to battle.
The Sword- Is the authority of God’s word anointed with power to vanquish every attack of the enemy.
The Inn Keeper- Represents the world opinion of the so-called Christian.
The Evil One- Represents the demonic forces of Satan as he tells his lies of deception, which are designed to steal, kill and destroy God’s people and the nations of the world.

Awake, Oh Sleeping Giant

The Herald cried out at the “Drinking Pub Inn”
“Where is the Warrior, the giant amongst men?”

The Innkeeper pointed to a table and chair.
“You’ll find him in a corner, he’s asleep over there.”

“Awake sleeping Giant, you’ve been drinking all night.
The day is far spent and it’s now time to fight.

The Giant was impatient and said with a groan
“Away with you Herald and leave me alone.”

“I see sleeping Giant, your are drunk with wine.
You’ve indulged in its pleasures for a very long time.

How could you do such a terrible thing?
God made you a warrior, now fight for the King.”

The Giant slurred in a confident way,
trying to focus his eyes as his body would sway.

“Have no fear the enemy’s far away.
There’s plenty of time to drink and play.”

“Not so mighty warrior, oh victorious one.
The battle out side has already begun.

The enemy is destroying everything in sight,
all that is good and whatever is right.

He has told the people that he rules the land
And now they must obey his every command.

And that’s not all, there’ more to tell.
He told me his plans were from the pit of hell.

He said he would attack the family life,
with doubt and anger between husband and wife

He then posted a law with this decree
‘Dissolve your marriage if you can’t agree.’

Families were broken, this brought sorrow and pain.
Children ruled the streets for attention to gain.

Now violence and destruction is seen everywhere.
It’s such a common thing people don’t seem to care.

‘Mighty Warrior, the people will be lost.
It’s up to you to bring them to the cross.”

The Giant filled his mug pushing the bottle aside,
with anger and indifference he then replied.

“Do you expect me to face the enemy outside,
to do battle with him where I might die?

Go away from me, you’re wasting my time.
It’s safe in here and I want more wine.”

“Listen Giant Warrior, for God has said,
“Fight with His Sword, or you’ll be dead.”

But the Giant wouldn’t go in the street to fight,
to help the hungry poor and those in the night

He had no interest in the lost souls of men,
unless they came to join the “Drinking Pub Inn.”

Suddenly a thunderous knock was at the pub’s door,
before it was answered, it was smashed to the floor.

Then he walked in, such a dreadful sight,
it was the Evil One who lurks in the night.

He was strong and powerful, ugly and mean.
His body was fierce like a fighting machine.

“So you’re the great Warrior I’m supposed to fear!
But I find you drunk on the pleasures of cheer.”

Then he spoke with a voice that was vicious and cruel.
“Did you think you could hide, you fat old fool?

While filling your belly on the pleasures of life,
I was training in the field getting ready for this fight.

Your interest was only in the comforts of ease,
whatever felt good and whenever you pleased.

But I sharpened my weapons of treachery with skill,
daily disciplining myself so you I might kill.

You had your chance to save the lost,
but you weren’t willing to pay the cost.

Now it’s time with me to fight.
Get up old woman, you’re a pitiful sight.

My work with you will soon be done,
but not until I have had my fun.”

Suddenly the Evil One let out with a shriek,
a crashing hard blow struck the Warrior’s cheek.

The Giant fell backwards and onto the floor.
The Evil One was laughing and kicking him more.

“First I’ll break you, then you’ll bow your knee.
I’ll make you a spectacle for the world to see.

I’ll cut you to pieces and powerless you’ll be.
Then where is your God that will fight against me?”

The Giant was bleeding as he got to his feet.
Reeling and staggering for a wall to retreat.

Feebly he shook his fist attempting to make his stand.
“Now Evil One, I’ll break you, like an ordinary man.”

The Giant made a fist that could kill ten men.
But it was useless against the power of sin.

Then the Evil One, with eyes like a snake,
cursed the Warrior with words of hate.

“Hey old woman” the Evil One yelled,
with a mocking spirit from the pit of hell.

“You’re no match for me as we battle this hour.
You’ve lost your faith and your Sword of power.”

The Giant searched the room looking everywhere.
Then he saw the huge Sword hanging from a chair.

Swiftly he picked it up, but it felt heavy in his hand,
for it lacked power and authority, he couldn’t understand.

Then the Evil One was grinning and shouted; “Now you’ll die.”
His nostrils were flaring and there was death in his eyes.

He pulled out his sword, it was black as night.
Then quickly he swung it with all of his might.

Piercing the Giant with a deep cutting wound,
the Evil One laughed, “Your death will be soon.”

He struck the Giant again and again,
but the Warrior was unable his life to defend.

He knew his life would not long last.
He cried out to God, “Lord forgive my past.

Redeem me from my shameful disgrace.
Don’t let me die in this sinful place.

I plead your mercy, give me grace once again.
I’d rather die by your hand, than the sword of sin.”

With tears in his eyes running down his face,
there was an eerie kind of silence that fell in the place.

Suddenly the saber began to rattle in his hand,
as the Giant got up from the floor to stand.

Like a burst of lighting came a beam of light,
striking the tip of his Sword, it was an awesome sight.

The brilliant beam set the Sword aglow,
it covered the Giant from head to toe.

As he swung the Sword, it came to life in his hand,
for it was given authority from the Son of man.

The Evil One was hissing as he coiled in retreat,
For he knew very soon he would face defeat.

In desperation he shouted out, “I fear no man,
except the anointed Sword you hold in your hand.”

The Giant raised the Sword with accuracy and skill,
“Just one swift blow will do the kill.”

The Evil One said in a quivering voice,
“Allow me to have another choice.

Let me live and I’ll bring treasures to you,
with fame and riches to spend as you choose.

But if I die, he said with a hiss,
I’ll be sent to hell in the black abyss.

There my master will show no mercy on me.
So what do you say? Let me go free.”

All the Evil One saw was a gleam from the blade.
A swish kind of sound is all that it made.

And the only evidence that was lingering there,
was a vapor of black smoke disappearing in the air.

The warfare is not with the failure of men,
But against powers of darkness, the rulers of sin.

The Herald in the room spoke again once more.
“Now leave this place and go to war.”

The Giant walked out of the “Drinking Pub Inn,”
with the Sword of the Spirit, he was victorious again.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Experience And Wisdom

                                                               Experience An Wisdom
(James 1:5)
By Kurt Hardy

Experience and Wisdom
were names of two brothers;

One was much younger
but wiser was the other.
Experience went through
a terrible hardship

Wisdom looked on
and said he'd never forget.
Experience suffered much
with sorrow and pain,

Happy was Wisdom
he wouldn't do the same.

Experience said to Wisdom
"We need to get together".
"My experience can help you
to teach many others.

For Wisdom is wiser
it knows what to do

To avoid heartaches and sorrow
that Experience goes through

Saturday, February 5, 2011

His Compassionate Touch

                                                             His Compassionate Touch
Luke 6:19
By Kurt Hardy

Proud and arrogant I was a self-made man.
I would design my destiny for I had a plan.
Only the weak of soul and poverty of mind,
believe there is a God who’s Holy and Divine.

I was smart and at the top of my class,
men of intelligence alone would last.

All of my investments turned to gold,
I was a winner who was brave and bold.
I threw the parties and I had fun.
“My life is my own,” I told everyone.

But, it wasn’t very long before I was told
that boozing and partying had taken a toll.

My finances dried up from poor choices I made.
Securities I trusted in, all began to fade.
Through my own conceit, I lost my family and wife.
Now I was pondering how I might take my own life.

I began walking aimlessly down a lonely dark road,
when I stopped by an old church, where I was once told;

“That all who came in, to rest or stayed.
God would hear, every word they’d pray.”

Weary and tired I sat down on the pew,
not knowing how to pray or what to do.
I bent to my knees, and then bowed my head.
Halting with hesitation, I slowly said;

“Oh God if you are real, please hear my prayer,
for me to live or die, I no longer care.

I lay at Your feet my foolish pride,
forgive my sins and be my Lord and guide.

For the burdens I carry are too heavy for me.
Please have mercy and set my soul free.”
No refuge could I find to save my soul,
until Christ saved me and took control.

I left the church and went outside.
My life was renewed, for the old one had died.