He Reached Down

A few years back,  a  friend of mine who plays and sings but doesn't feel that he can write songs, asked me to write a song. He threw out a few ideas concerning a life that had gone way off course and and then found God... this is what I came up with....  we never got around to putting music to it, I'm not even sure if it's right for music, but it still has a message for someone..............

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There was a time
in the past
when my life,
the way I lived it
moved so fast
And always,
to get where I wanted to be
I just ran over others,
even my Family
I couldn't be happy

No matter how hard I tried
Everything I did
left me unsatisfied
So I kept on searchin'
for something to stoke my pride
All the while
I was dying inside

Chorus

Then my Father God, In all his Majesty
Reached down to put his arms around me
He didn't care what I had done
He was my Father and I was his Son
Yes, He was my Father, and I was his Son


I had to crawl
before I could walk
I had to cry out to him
when I could barely talk
I was the apple of his eye
And I couldn't understand why
Because I was rotten to the core
My seed was sin,
But that was before....

Chorus

My Father God in all of his majesty
Reached down and put his arms around me
He doesn't care what I have done
'Cause He is my Father, and I am his son
Oh Yes, He's my Father and I'm his Son



That fast moving treadmill
that I was on
left little time
for my family and home
I gave into temptations
to drink and roam
But now I'm singin a brand new song

Chorus

'Cause, My Father God with all his Majesty
Reached down, and put his arms around me
He doesn't care what I have done
He is my Father, and I am his Son
Yes, He's my Father and I'm his Son

No, no, I don't run anymore
to appease my foolish pride
Since God slowed me down
to walk by his side
Before I was running,
with no place to go
not knowing that
Jesus loved me so

I was running so hard
from place to place
denying some truths
that I needed to face

Chorus

But that was before You,
My Father God, with all your Majesty
You reached down and put your arms around me
No, You don't care about the things that I've done
'Cause you are my Father and I am your Son.
I'm a new man, since I found that out,
And now I don't have anymore doubts
you are my Father, And I am your Son
Yes You are my Father, and I am your Son.

Nothing Can Compare ~ A Haiku

He gives to us all
More love than we can give back
A Father's true love


A wonderful life

When one has God in their heart
Nothing can compare

What You Do Best

Blue Skies, Green Grass
Birds chirping as they pass

God gave us this perfect day to live
All he asks back, is for us to give

Of ourselves, it's our greatest gift
A smile to give someone's soul lift

Maybe you can say, a kind word in passing
Or make a Friendship, that is lasting

A kind listening Ear,
Reassurance to calm a fear

Help to one who needs assistance
Minister to one who needs Resistance

God gave us talents, to use for the good
But sometimes the word talent is misunderstood

People tend to think, talents have to do with art
And in doing so, Sometimes they don't even start

To try to find out, how good they can be
At doing what they do best, Naturally

Hey, if you've read this far, then read the rest
I'm telling you, your talent, is what you do best

Think about it,
Is there something that you do really good?

You might think it won't help others,
But I bet it would!

Written By Nancie Norton 10-16-09

Mr. Hartzog

A Life well lived
Always something to give,
And never a word to discourage.

Always a kind word
Never wanting to disturb,
Trying always to encourage.

His life, his Love, his Laughter
Have continued to live long after,
The ninety Five years that he spent here.

Totally Full of Grace
Usually cheering others on in life's races,
And never of an enemy did I hear.

He was forever a Friend to others
Considered all, his Sisters and Brothers,
And Loved his Lord with all his Heart.

Never a better Man will be found
Even if you look this world around,
He was one of God's Angels right from the start.

Nancie Norton 6/5/2011"

Rainy Days and Poetry

Rainy days and poetry
Well they just kind of go together
That's not the only time I write though
I can write in any kind of weather

Just seems like Inspiring words
Fall on me with every drop of rain
Inspiration abounds Imagination and soul,
a combination, hard to explain

Thoughts rush in so many things to think of, I find
Feelings and emotions
Hopes and dreams
in this literary mind

I put them on paper
For everyone to see
Kinda like searching through my heart
sharing Heartwords of the one I call me.

I hope that in some way you'll find
A Peace within you from the words I write
As I journey through this poetic blend
Of helping words, that God provides.

Come with me now, on this journey
As I search through my Heart, soul, and being,
for words, soul to soul, given by the one
Who's all knowing, and all seeing.

He knows that some of the things that I write
are things others can relate to
Feelings, emotions, , and dreams
to touch the one that he calls you..

Written By: Nancie Norton

The Old Home Place

Stories of Love,
Stories of loss
Old house, Old trees
Limbs heavy with moss,

Days Gone by
Times long past,
Swingin' on the tire swing
High and fast,

Memories flood in
As I get nearer,
Times from my childhood
Remembered, get dearer,

Window panes missin'
Door hangin' on one hinge,
Breezes blow the tattered curtains
By that window was a lamp with fringe,

The squeaky old screen door
Long ago gone,
I can still see Granny standing there
Callin' to us "Ya'll come Home"

Cotton fields on one side
Corn fields on the other,
Runnin' up that old dirt road
With cousins, Sister and Brother,

The smell of Butterbeans, Ham and Biscuits
Wafting through the air,
We each wanted to be the first
To get that cowhide chair,

Old wood bench
A big wooden table so long,
Pie safe in the corner
Man, that Apple pie sure smells strong,

Anticipating all the good tastes
While Grace is being said,
Visions of Pie and whip cream
Dancing through my little head,

As thoughts drifted to after supper
And the fun that we'd have then,
Thoughts of tag, Hide and seek, and chasing Fireflies
Came just before "Amen"

Adults catchin' up on things
That had happened in their lives,
We'd listen with passing interest
All the while watching for the darkening skies

Full moon and Children laughing
On an Alabama Summer's night,
The memories of those times
Still bring me such delight.

Written By: Nancie Norton
June 1, 2011

That Sandman Guy

It's a battle of wits,
and I just can't win!
That bully, the Sandman
is at it again,

He comes hangin' around late at night,
and what he does, well it just ain't right
Using the element of surprise,
He tosses the magic Dust at my eyes

And if that doesn't work
He whacks my head
Anything to get me
To go to bed.

So here I am
drifting off to dream
Remembering notes, and phone calls
among other things

And in the morning
when I wake up
I'll think about it all,Over my coffee cup

Now as you know
I like to write Rhymes
The good and bad
about my life and times.

And I just couldn't let
This magic night pass by,
without writing a few lines
About that Sandman Guy!

Written By: Nancie Norton

Copyright 2009