tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68600950264179824222024-03-14T01:54:43.874-04:00Catfish and Cheese Grits (The Band That Never Was)Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-64700923065108033102016-07-16T18:33:00.000-04:002016-07-16T18:33:20.964-04:00Half Mast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I pass old glory, on my way to places we just left</div>
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And last time we noted her half mast</div>
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Will she ever rise above half way, tis death</div>
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And how long shall it last</div>
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My friend cried out bout guns last week</div>
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And the media shares his mind</div>
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But in a place called Nice this week</div>
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Seems trucks are not so kind</div>
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It reminds me of a story past</div>
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When violence filled the earth</div>
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And God, from holy places, watching</div>
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Comes to regret man's birth</div>
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Then for 120 years a man is mocked and scorned</div>
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By his fellow men of course, who for pride cannot be warned </div>
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And hear it is in my time now</div>
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Another crazy man has come</div>
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To tell old stories once again</div>
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But the world is growing numb</div>
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The Kentucky preacher will mourn the loss and speak out against man's disregard for life</div>
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But he bothers you so much with this that you must create such strife</div>
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I'm driving back, and on the edge of rain and burning dry</div>
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There rest a brilliant bow of color, a prism in the sky</div>
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A reminder of a promise made a long, long time ago</div>
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These waters will not rise again, though men may sink so low</div>
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So this finite raises the question then, of infinite, eternal good</div>
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And what of justice in such a realm, or an ark that's made of wood</div>
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It cannot make the trip this time for it was made with human hands</div>
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But the Son of God, my Savior, Lord, that Ark forever stands</div>
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- Calvin Yerke</div>
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Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-14829621569693019972015-11-11T20:38:00.000-05:002019-03-16T20:00:19.079-04:00Home Until<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are some roads that I need not think too much, past the first turn<br />
And at the end of what I once called home there is now a precipice<br />
But heaven has not shut the door and I no longer shake my fist<br />
To see it all so quietly, just think, you were mad because of this<br />
I understood, but not really<br />
I loved, but I could not<br />
I had a friend, but I wasn't<br />
I was noble, or so I thought<br />
Why is it the curse of youth to pretend at being wise<br />
Ungrateful for the gifts God sends, all these blessed lives<br />
Because if the house were sold tomorrow, and the occupants all went away<br />
Then the road was only temporary, and home is another day<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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I lived with the Robinson family as a young man, and they took in and loved an often ungrateful and rebellious teen. They provided me with shelter, food and a father figure in Howard that I had not previously had. It was a strange concept for me, growing up with a single mom, but there I was, watching a man go to work, help me with my car, and trying to give me advice on life. I have often regretted not listening, but I have never regretted the time I spent there, and they have always been home to me, and now at 42, I can say with all sincerity, thank you, I am truly grateful. I will miss you Howard, for a little while.</div>
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I am most thoroughly convinced of something that will affect you, and everyone<br />
But it is so much easier to keep it to myself and run<br />
Knowing that at every point we disagree, you will say it is because of hate<br />
And here it comes, why do I bother? Why do I wait?<br />
But if I run, than the opposite of hate, I cannot claim<br />
Except by way of shallowness and only to my shame<br />
But those that know me, know the truth, that I would rather take up rod and reel<br />
Yet here I am, begging now, for other than I feel<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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The proofing is not inside, as all that burns to ash<br />
And the standing there, convinced of not, in the furnace, but a flash<br />
Covered by material, external to myself<br />
Borrowed oversimplifies the nature of it's health<br />
I'm reminded of a story that took place long ago<br />
3 men that would not let go<br />
I smile at the guard as he ushers us inside<br />
He stops me for the smile, curious as to why<br />
I point inside the furnace, to a figure without burn<br />
Smiling back at me, as I come to take my turn<br />
"I really have to go now, He's waiting for me there."<br />
The guard cannot make words now, he can only stare<br />
I pat him on the shoulder and head up to the door<br />
The guard can finally speak again, and asks, "who are you moving towards?"<br />
"Tis the Word and you can read about Him, my covering, my proof<br />
And know that I forgive you friend," I say, and pass beneath this roof<br />
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-Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke <br />
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Now I see through a glass dimly, but then face to face<br />
Now I know in part but then shall I also know<br />
Even as I am fully known<br />
Is my faith rational, you ask me<br />
It presupposes that I nor any other creature knows all things<br />
It acknowledges that I can be like all others, irrational<br />
It looks though, upon the house, that still stands from before anyone alive can remember<br />
And acknowledges there was a builder<br />
Many schools of thought arise to who this builder be<br />
Some will say there was none, and that the world just fools the naked eye<br />
It gives the appearance of design, but that that is not the driving force<br />
If I said this about the house I live in they would think me mad<br />
Look at the wood, obviously it has seen the saw<br />
Those are concrete blocks, they point out and look how evenly they are stacked<br />
The earth, the universe, so much more complex than the house<br />
Larger than the span of time to which we are held<br />
To me it just says something to the magnificence of the Builder<br />
For all that it acknowledges, faith is not irrational, it is a gift<br />
When it no longer acknowledges its inability, reliance<br />
Or comes from other than the promise of the Creator<br />
It is no longer faith<br />
It is a magical force, derived by irrational thinking in a mind that was designed to be capable of rational thought<br />
I read the Bible much more now and I have yet to find a more honest approach or definer to the condition and state of men<br />
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God, and so by this, in accordance, all us could not be faith<br />
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From Genesis to Revelation I see design, the Creation, man's fall, God's redemptive plan for this. It is across thousands of years and so many writers, the story of a God Who cannot change in His relation to sin, but a God Who is also love, and so being more of action than mere words, He makes the only sacrifice feasible to eternal justice. The sacrifice of Himself is the only one fit for eternity.</div>
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I praise God for Who He is, and for extending His gifts of grace and faith to sinners like me. </div>
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My faith did not originate from me, therefore I am not the creator of my faith, and so as it rest in God, Who cannot be irrational like men, it is most rational.</div>
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If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly<br />
But if I stole or lied to feed<br />
Then whose slave would I be<br />
And who is the master of my greed<br />
Or has it mastered me<br />
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled is the soul of gain<br />
And what did you get that was not given<br />
Shut my mouth and clean my heart; don't leave the smallest stain<br />
Take my eyes, my hands as well and use them to your end<br />
For love, and not for sacrifice, so let my life begin<br />
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing<br />
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing<br />
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table<br />
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels sing<br />
They preferred the voice of Moses, but its God's that I demand<br />
What were they afraid of? I just don't understand<br />
And so my time in decades fall, have I become so wise<br />
A nest of gray rests on my chin for the crows beneath my eyes<br />
Cleaning house the other day, I came upon it in a drawer<br />
I opened it and read the law, but it did not make this sound before<br />
And every time I shut my eyes I saw a little more<br />
I begged it to be quiet now, just like things were before<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-96456562759816462015-01-19T09:52:00.000-05:002019-03-16T20:21:21.611-04:00Bot a Glove<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One adult and three wee bairns please, I tell the lad at the gate<br />
And for two notes he bids me enter, the lasses cannot wait<br />
I'm hit with pipes and percussion waves, my lip curls to a smile<br />
Tis the games I love so much that turn me to a child<br />
Ah for the want a long time makes, my belly hunts for pies<br />
And with a shot of H&P, oh stop, I'm going to cry<br />
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We watch the collies run their flock, sometimes through audience<br />
My daughters love the interaction, they're glad there is no fence<br />
They watch the girls upon the stage, dance about a sword<br />
And then there was the ice cream stand, I seem them moving toward<br />
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My heart is stirred as the clans all march, led by the bag pipe's song<br />
I thank the Lord I'm standing here, two years is far too long<br />
And as I search the tartans, I come upon a pattern that I should like to wear<br />
Far too old to worry now, and much too Scot to care<br />
The laughter of some little boys was drowned out long ago<br />
And grateful now am I, for the things I know<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-45018975753607631802014-12-25T08:53:00.003-05:002015-03-31T13:14:04.813-04:00God in a Manger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The butt of my staff is clicking nervously upon this path, my heart and mind are one with anticipation<br />
I have seen a host of angels, and I am but a shepherd, should I proceed with trepidation<br />
"Come,' they sang,'glory to God in the highest," we shall find a babe wrapped in humility, lying in obedience<br />
Peace on earth and good will toward men, what sort of child could merit this experience<br />
The star of David hanging like a crown, high above this little King, and I, a shepherd, witness to these things<br />
A holy night, a mother glowing, what have I fit to bring<br />
To God as He lies in this manger, and yet above everything<br />
What do I have that He has not given me, my house, my children, my wife<br />
And so I give it back to Him, the maker of my life<br />
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-47795495154983937902014-12-08T12:51:00.001-05:002015-03-31T13:14:47.158-04:00Fire By Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought I stepped out strong, on my own two feet<br />
Like a warrior, I pictured myself not excepting defeat<br />
Standing like a rock, when others would retreat<br />
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Off to battle I marched<br />
What's this, you say, "the battle is over there my friend, you're heading the wrong way"<br />
And so I turn to follow you, as you stare at clouds all day<br />
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As night falls thick around our feet, what will you follow now<br />
But as the words move to my lips, the light is all around<br />
When it stops, then so do we, that is where we camp<br />
This is the chosen ground<br />
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How far are we from battle, Sir<br />
"We are in it as we speak"<br />
"If we don't win this part of it, then all is lost for good"<br />
This is not the battle I enlisted for, nor do I think I would<br />
There is nothing you can say right now, none of it makes sense<br />
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"Maybe you are not prepared, did you not understand the stakes"<br />
Unprepared for what, this must be some mistake<br />
I came for blood, and to give my own, I left fear in Goshen<br />
But you would have me fight myself, I came for other men<br />
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"The battle is already under way, and I'm curious, will you win"<br />
Where is the glory in this, I say, where shall I find my take<br />
"What part of this belongs to you, where did you begin<br />
Where does glory fit my friend, what did we ever make<br />
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- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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At first I stumbled awkwardly through dark and cloudy streams<br />
Underneath the mountain, searching for misplaced shiny things<br />
And though I pretend to talk to you, I do not hear your words<br />
Just sounds of muttering<br />
My eyes have grown much larger now, and fill my aching head<br />
Disproportionate, you say, but your as good as dead<br />
Where did I put that blasted thing, my precious little ring<br />
Too much light, you bring with you my eyes begin to sting<br />
You need it though to comfort you, for your just passing through<br />
But if I steal it from your hand, then what will you do<br />
I shall make a law down here, no light will be allowed<br />
Everything shall walk the same, covered by this shroud<br />
Then you will wish for eyes like mine, as I hunt you through eternal night<br />
That would seem quite fair to me, so much I hate your light<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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If I had one of those wives who loved to shop, I would go with her as long as she was headed for the Altamonte Mall. I look around at some of the other men fishing at Crane's Roost and wonder, are they waiting out the time out here while their wives are trying on clothes inside? I had to drop Lily off at the fall festival for her school, and so I decided to to run up the street and take a few cast while I waited. I had a few Senkos left and thought it would be good to try them Wacky rigged since the weather had been changing, and since the fishing was a little more difficult there. This fall weather is beautiful and I managed two fish right off, hmm, maybe I should start a babysitting service for husbands. We could meet in the mall parking lot, and for ten dollars, your wife could leave you with me and I would provide you with a rod, some lures and the best invention for passing time. Pretty reasonable and I could invest the money back into the fishing economy. That would help keep my lures, hooks and line replenished and you could feel accomplished, that you had avoided a wasted afternoon of shopping in a place that did not start or begin with the words bait and tackle. Ah, but alas, a lovely dream.</div>
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Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-51537347886621843012014-10-23T12:16:00.001-04:002015-03-31T13:16:50.164-04:00Embark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What are you asking me to do? This is all I know<br />
I am comfortable with this, but you're telling me to go<br />
It's not that here is better, but it is to here that I was born<br />
And so I pack with trepidation, and a spirit deeply torn<br />
But one can't see the Promised Land while standing on the Nile<br />
So I must walk and carry this, if only for a while<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-35336318192292862602014-10-19T13:32:00.001-04:002015-05-11T12:52:17.032-04:00The Bug<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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From the west and partly cloudy, and so I cannot go to work today<br />
I'm coming down with something, and there's no cure, they say<br />
This bug must run its course, through snot and matted weed<br />
It cannot be ignored, it is the type of cold that you must feed<br />
And so I pull this frog from throat, and hook it onto line<br />
As you're passing by me, you say I look just fine<br />
But no, that's not the case at all, these things can be deceiving<br />
On the outside I am smiling, but inside I am grieving<br />
Which spot will be the best today, to cleanse my hurting soul<br />
I cannot walk there fast enough, the fever takes control<br />
Autumn's disease has stricken me, but no one seems to care<br />
My request for disability was met with empty stares<br />
The world is cold and cruel my friends, so thank God for rod and reel<br />
Because not everyone knows how to fish, so they've forgotten how to feel<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-32691895764869704742014-09-13T08:41:00.001-04:002015-03-31T13:18:20.729-04:00Sticky situation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is only the second day, and my thoughts have gone up in pillars<br />
Disconnected, contorted, my skin is crawling<br />
My face feels like I should be able to touch it, three inches from where it usually sits<br />
And I ask God for help with this; I don't want this to own me<br />
I do not want to be mean to anyone, its blurry<br />
How does one account for all these empty spaces in the day<br />
But I said I would do this, so I threw the smoke away<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-58859094969910095772014-09-07T13:17:00.001-04:002015-03-31T13:19:46.092-04:00Cloud Huggers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'd rather come to you with feet, holding up a dove<br />
Prepared to talk about the state of things in love<br />
But I hear you're eating everything and calling it progress<br />
So now it is your thirst for blood, that first we must address<br />
I plead with you to turn around, and now I plead with God<br />
On your behalf, I beg His grace and would gladly walk away<br />
But I can't make that deal with you, I don't believe a word you say<br />
If it were just me then I could dress most gladly like the fool<br />
But you're attacking everyone, from high upon your stool<br />
From lofty places in your mind where really you don't stand<br />
You justify the acts they fear, your faith is force of hand<br />
You're blind and lost just like I was, and if ever you truly see<br />
It was not from the words I said, it was not because of me<br />
The clouds are building rapidly; you would not recognize the afternoon<br />
Darkness has touched everything and is reaching out for you<br />
You smile at its cunning and are quick to hold its hand<br />
But now you're going to learn what you refused to understand<br />
I told you at those heights, there's no air for you to breathe<br />
The sun was just behind the cloud, but the cloud's what you believed<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-17412919988458227822014-08-17T07:53:00.001-04:002015-03-31T13:20:41.130-04:00Hi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Its not based on a high, though those feelings derived<br />
From the time you were made alive<br />
Don't base it upon the road to Damascus<br />
Or your troubles when they ask us<br />
That was only in the beginning and the cry you thought inside<br />
Was going on worldwide<br />
But how much longer could we hide<br />
I was shaken by the letter, but moved by the Spirit<br />
Those words, when finally you hear it<br />
And lift up every part of me to understand<br />
The eternal feelings of Your hand<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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I stole the line, "meekness is not weakness; it is power under control<br />
But the consequence of words is, they can be born without a soul<br />
Without the wings of meaning or the heart to understand<br />
The words that might take off, find no place to land<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-44959969990303797792014-07-27T11:57:00.004-04:002015-04-08T09:32:41.789-04:00Interpretation <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I fell from not, I know not where, caught up in my despair<br />
So let it go, to help my friend, and not hold captive, my ability to care<br />
Though I in innocence did end up, I hope it ends not here<br />
For actions other than my own, God, Your reason stays unclear<br />
So let this cup pass from me, as You gently lift his head<br />
Or do the birds come back for me, and eat up all the bread<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-33396069930246952832014-07-15T10:51:00.002-04:002015-04-08T09:34:30.749-04:00In the Telling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Its not so open to interpretation, the things I choose to write about<br />
So I write with trepidation, and struggling with doubt<br />
Did my words retain the spirit or get lost inside the letter<br />
Was I suppose to say this or could I explain it better<br />
More comfortable with prose, I don unfamiliar clothes<br />
Because introspection is the way I chose<br />
I chase the author, and suspect to find Him soon<br />
Is that His shadow there, standing in the ruins<br />
It was fine the way it was, so what's left for me to share<br />
So I choose my words more carefully, the ones I even dare<br />
But there is something in the telling that is chipping at my heart<br />
And oh my God, You're everywhere, You've been there from the start<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-11764107610899683642014-07-09T18:20:00.000-04:002015-04-08T09:35:20.401-04:00Jacob<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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For my brother some beans, that now I wish I would have given to him for free<br />
I thought I bought my way, but it was never so much of me as in spite of me<br />
And you could at any time have finished what you started, but I did not know what that was<br />
You won't tell me your name, but I know you as Because<br />
My life has been marked by struggles yet you have struggled with me too<br />
So you allow, but never leave and now I should wish to be so true<br />
I buried all my crumbling vanities, beneath the Terebinth tree<br />
My hope has moved now, to the God who answers me<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-76925628222386392402014-06-27T17:03:00.001-04:002015-04-08T09:36:04.904-04:00Who am I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul length after thee<br />
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You alone are my heart's desire, and I long to worship thee<br />
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How did He walk in light of this<br />
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How can I be arrogant, but only in spite of this<br />
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Deliver me of this<br />
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They laughed at her for being slow, but I followed her for miles<br />
She barely made a sound<br />
I stood to face her but could not, she smiles<br />
I sit beside her on the ground<br />
As I behold her weathered form, and lines that say ancient<br />
She gazes silently around<br />
I ask where she's going, and she says, "patient"<br />
There's the calling of the hound<br />
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"Walking slow, she says, I see more<br />
Talking slow, I say less and hear more"<br />
But where are you going, I asked<br />
"I told you, patient, that it is where<br />
I am waiting here," she said, then walked away<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-38446839223630956082014-06-22T13:50:00.000-04:002015-04-08T09:37:27.577-04:00Forest and Streams<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Looking for that certain something, fixed upon that find<br />
To all else around me, my eyes are growing blind<br />
For one irritating grain of sand I fear I missed the shore<br />
And for a single star that night, the galaxy was no more<br />
So I stop to look back down, the path from whence I came<br />
And all I see is beautiful, where once was only pain<br />
I have this sinking feeling that's helping me to climb<br />
Now every step is precious and looking back, sublime<br />
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Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke<br />
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This was a very interesting and different perspective: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY98io7JH-c&feature=kp" target="_blank">Genetic Entropy (Dr. Sanford)</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great find, Lily and nice pics</td></tr>
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<br />Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860095026417982422.post-47175266540795279312014-06-18T18:16:00.001-04:002015-04-08T09:37:49.898-04:00Back to the Future<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I saw a time machine at the gas station.<br />
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Apparently this is the twelfth one this guy has restored and sold.<br />
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And it looks like we're out of time.Calvin Yerkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05431169927943176085noreply@blogger.com0