Finding Words For My Lord.
Monday July 15, 2013
My song for God is a daily part of my life. I hope someday my song will be remembered after it is completed . Words do not come easy. They only come to my heart when I need God the most.
Our world has been plagued by wars, certain cruelties, death, and of difficult diseases that science has found difficult in finding cures for some of them. All of my life I have prayed for friends, relatives , and practically for anyone who has suffered from diseases, or terrible pain of all kinds.
I sing my song every day. My voice is not that good, but my devotion to God , and to souls everywhere, and for God's creatures , and for our beautiful earth, for as long as I live.
I think what I feel, maybe also be in what many people feel for their loved ones , friends, and brothers, and sisters all over the world.
I also pray for the souls of people who have done terrible things, or wrongs because if God can find it in his heart to forgive all souls, then I will pray for everyone to discover what is good, and decent in life, and to abandon horrible ways.
I don't know everything, and I am no better than anyone else, but God knows me better than I know myself. I saved lives, and always tried to help souls in dangerous times. I think God knows this about me, and that is why I was never put out of commision in extremely dangerous , and deadly situations.
Or maybe I am still alive because I called out for God's help in dangerous times.
Some say that God will help you when you reach out for God with you're voice. I asked God to help me when I faced armed individuals. I have asked God to let me see the face of our baby girl when all our baby had was her two front teeth and a big smile.
Not everyone will believe me, but our baby girl's face covered the sky, and then I ran to , and eighteen wheeler that was on fire, that was loaded with gasoline, or propane. It should have destroyed a refinery, and vaporized me into non existence because it was left to burn right next to fuel loading racks where all the eighteen wheelers loaded, or unloaded fuel. The fuel truck could have been the lit match to explode, and ignite the internal above, and underground fuel lines of the refinery.
I threw buckets of water on the burning truck while waiting for fire teams to arrive.
In another situation, before a gas line exploded into a shooting tower of massive flames, I pushed a deaf man to the ground, and covered him with my body before a storage shed exploded.
When I was a little boy I picked up the deadliest snake in the south, the cotton mouth water moccasin, and for some reason I was not bitten.
When I was a child I went too far out into a river, and slipped into the deep water. I remember fighting the water , and drowning, but under the water I experienced no pain, or no agony, and thought about my brother, and believed my brother was too far away to save my life, but he saved my life. My brother was a fast swimmer, and he swam as well as a champion swimmer.
My brother dismissed that experience as being nothing at all, but I would have drowned had it not been for him.
My older brother who I cherished , and have always cherished saved my life as he swam down to the bottom of the river to bring me back up to the surface. I have always cherished my brother, the same as I cherish God.
When I was young I ran out in front of ,and eighteen wheeler to save our farm mule from getting run over. I do not know how on this green earth we were both not run over. The truck driver jammed his brakes on his truck so hard, that his truck vibrated , and nearly jack knifed , and his tires burned as he jammed his brakes. He missed killing the mule, and myself by inches by inches.
At eighty five miles per hour I should have been slaughtered when my four cylinder Honda 750 motorcycle had a rear tire suddenly had a blow out, and went flat while in a race. Somehow I managed to keep the bike going until I was safe, and not injured.
When I was young my motorcycle went airborne when I struck a cement structure on , and interstate highway. I think I went sailing into the air, and when I fell down, I landed , and slid on the interstate highway. My leather jacket saved my arms, and my helmet , and bubble shield save my skull.
In law enforcement every officer I ever knew saved lives. I have been exposed to dangerous fuels that killed birds. I entered hazardous zones , and fenced in high risk places to make sure that pumps, machinery, tanks, and more were not leaking. I had headaches from exposing myself to dangerous chemicals.
I have always been afraid of pain to some degree, but not of dying. I have always excelled beyond my limitations in deadly situations. I wondered what it might feel like to be struck in the face by gun fire.
I lit a cigarette once while a forty four magnum muzzle to a high powered rifle was pointed at my chest. Another officer, and I did not want to shoot the shooter, so we faced him , and became the shooter's live targets in order to save his life. We were willing to risk our lives to save the man's life, and we did . That iwas not normally what a police officer should do with a shooter, but it was not that unusual because officers want to save lives, and never to take them.
I thank God I never took a life. Fortunately I spent most of my time trying to save lives. I failed one day. I tried to save the life of a car accident victim. I gave a teenage boy CPR , but he died in my arms. It is a terrible feeling to have a fifteen year old boy die in you're arms., and I felt so powerless. He was just a young boy. I thought about his mother, and father, and his family, and wished God could have helped me save him.
Maybe his injuries were too internal, and to serious. He was a nice looking young man with a full head of black hair, and he wore blue jeans. I can still see him trying to breathe. You never forget the people who die. I saw a young man that was knocked by the side of railroad tracks. He looked O.K. but he was not alive.
As a police officer, a police officer always wishes he, or she could save lives, and to be present at the scene of danger in the nick of time to help people.
I suppose I have said enough. There are many more situations I experienced, and I was not alone. The United States of America, our country makes me laugh extraordinarily a lot. Why ? Because we pretend we adore the mighty dollar, but every day our country's men, and women do risky things to save lives of people that find themselves in desperate situations.
People have saved lives of citizens they never knew. People take risks not knowing whether they will ever see their families again.
I pray for all souls in my song. Maybe if I am lucky I will finish gathering all the words I need for it.