In the dust of sin

In the dust of sin, I come for salvation
My soul and spirit needs restoration.
Jesus, I kneel before your cross with this plea.
Savior, grant me mercy.

When I’ve strayed, my life has fallen apart.
The Spirit points me to the cross comforts my heart.
In the dust of sin, I come with this plea.
Jesus help of sinners, have mercy.

Jesus declared; “I’ve won your soul’s salvation.
Through faith, you have peace and restoration.
Rejoice my child. I have heard your plea.
I have blessed you with grace and mercy.”

Thanks be to Jesus! I have been set free.
I am no longer bound by the chain of misery.
Jesus has heard and granted my plea.
He has lifted me up and shown mercy.

M.D.C. 3/18/2018

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I CRY TO THE LORD (Psalm 142)

I cry to the Lord in despair.
Lord, hear my plea.
My soul is burdened with care
I need your grace and mercy.

Savior, I suffer in pain.
Burdened with sorrow and sin.
I call daily upon your name.
Come and restore me again.

Struggles overwhelm me.
The devil lays out his snare.
I turn to you for mercy.
And place myself in your care.

Jesus, grant peace to my soul.
Be my hope in times of distress.
Touch me and make me whole.
Forever, your name I shall bless.

The Lord has heard my plea.
I will rejoice and sing.
Praise him for his mercy.
All praise to my King.

Praise Jesus for his love for me.
He has made me his own.
I’ll will see him in eternity.
There, I’ll bow before his throne.

M.D.C. 2/23/2018

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JESUS, HAVE MERCY


Jesus, I come weak and weary.
The way has been long and dreary.
My soul is burdened and laid low.
Jesus, I cry to you. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

The burden of sin is like a weight.
Before your cross I lay prostrate.
I come to gaze upon your face.
Seeking from you, pardoning grace.
Jesus, lift me up. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

I cannot remove sin’s stain.
Nor can I find relief from my pain.
Only you can make me whole.
And give healing for my soul.
Grant me peace. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

Savior, do not pass me by.
Without your presence I would die.
Shower down blessings from above.
Touch me with your divine love.
Jesus, walk with me. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

You are the fountain of salvation.
From you, I have blessed restoration.
In the Eucharist, you feed my soul.
Nourishing and making me whole.
Jesus restore me. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

Bless you Lord for your grace.
And for strength to run the race.
You have lifted me up from despair.
I’ll declare to all your love and care.
Use me as you will. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, praise your divine mercy.

M.D.C. 02/12/2018

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JESUS, SHIELD OF PEACE

Jesus, shield of peace, emfold me.
In your strong arms, always hold me.
Guide my feet along life’s way.
Be my strength for each day.

Jesus, may your presence surround me.
Give peace so troubles will not confound me.
When storms of trouble arise, be not far away.
Always be my everlasting hope and stay.

Jesus, shield of peace, fountain of grace.
Grant me endurance for the earthly race.
As I live, my songs of praise shall not cease.
When I die, I’ll be with you in the land of eternal peace.

M. Carter 01/22/18

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I must stick around-A tribute to my mother.

I MUST STICK AROUND.

A tribute to my mother;

Laura Lenoir Carter

Sunrise: July 24, 1928 Sunset: January 10, 2003

My mother, Laura Carter was a patient in a hospital in St. Louis, Missouri in 1999. She had been living in a nursing home since 1998. She suffered from many health aliments including diabetes and congestive heart failure. I visited her every evening and knew when she was not well. Often, her lungs would fill up with fluids and this meant that she would be transported to the nearest hospital. I was always with her during these trips. Each time she went to the hospital,
she was always close to death. I was always nervous that I would lose her.

She spent many hours in the emergency room and was always sent to the intensive care floor.
It was always nerve wrecking because my brother was very ill and I had to look after him as well. I was not ready to lose my mother and my brother at the same time. I wanted just
a little more time with her. I was a minister in those years and this was a test of faith and trust
in God. I could counsel other people when their loved ones were deathly ill, now I needed counsel. I needed something to lift my spirit.

As I stood by my mother’s bed in the intensive care ward, I wondered if this was the time for her to go. There was still so much that I needed to say, so much that I needed to do. Would she be leaving me? I knew that I would have to wait. It was so hard to see a parent suffer and even harder to think about the reality of losing a parent.

Mama made it through and I was relieved. She was in the intensive care ward only three days. I knew that she had pulled through because one morning she called me. “Michael, before you come over, stop at the nursing home and get my walker and the mask for my breathing machine. Don’t forget to bring me a bag of sugar-free peppermints and a Soap Opera Digest.” Sugar-free peppermints and a copy of the latest
Soap Opera Digest! When I heard her request these items in a strong clear voice, I knew that nothing could dampen her spirits.

I picked everything she had requested, I rushed over to the hospital. When I entered her room, a nurse was there and I stood by the door and waited until the nurse had finished with her task.

“Mrs. Carter.” The nurse said, “It’s amazing that every time you come here, you’re always at the brink of death, then you bounce back. That’s amazing.”
“Not really.” Then she pointed at me. “I must stick around long enough to drive him nuts!”

This was an example of how my mother bore her illnesses, with grace and humor. I had seen this many times during my years in the ministry and as I looked after my mom. There were times when she almost drove me nuts, but looking back to this and many other times, I would not have traded my times with her for anything in the world.

Mom left me on January 10, 2003. It was six months after the passing of my brother. She left me with her humor and grace as I face my own different struggles. If anything I learned to have the faith and strength to keep pressing on, these lessons came from her.

I am glad that mom stuck around for seventy-four years. She did not drive me nuts; instead, she gave me an example of strength and grace in difficult times.

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ALWAYS SHINE! A story about bullying.

Tears trickled down his freckled face. The young boy smoothed out his messed up red hair with his hand. He straightened his disheveled shirt and brushed the dirt off his pants. Picking up his book bag from the ground, he began to walk home. It was a short distance, but he would stop to rub his painful jaw and he would start to cry.
Ten-year-old Billy Smith had another fight with bullies from school. He was a small boy who had been born with his left leg being shorter than the right. This caused him to limp and walk slowly. He also wore glasses and sometimes bullies would snatch his glasses off his face and run.
The bullies sometimes returned his glasses and other times, he’d find them on the ground. When all of this happened, no one came to his help.
Billy was often the target of bullies because of his challenges. He often tried to avoid them and when he was confronted, he did his best to fight back. He had told adults at school and his mother about the bullying, but nothing changed. He didn’t think that anyone listened or even cared. There had been times when the bullying had gotten so bad, he thought about ending his life just to get away from the pain. This thought was still on his mind after this latest confrontation.
Earlier in the day, some bullies beat him up and threw him in a locker. They called him “limping freak” and put tacks in his seat. Billy fought back, hitting one of the bullies. He then told his teacher what happened, and the bullies were sent to the principal’s office, nothing happened other than them being given a stern warning. Before they went to the principal’s office, they shouted that they’d “take care” of Billy after school.
When school let out, Billy started his walk home. He did not live far from the school, but he was nervous; he didn’t know if the bullies would carry out their threat. As he approached his neighborhood, he realized that he still had to walk past an old garage near an ally. The garage had no door and was a perfect place for someone to hide, maybe the bullies were there waiting for him. As he approached the garage, he was about to cross the street to avoid walking by the building when two large hands grabbed him from behind. He struggled, but something or someone hit him on the back of the head and he blacked out.
Billy came to and realized that he had been taken to the garage and he saw four large boys standing over him. Johnny, the leader of the group grabbed Billy by the throat and lifted him to his feet. Johnny struck Billy on the left side of his face sending Billy back to the ground.
Johnny leaned down and looked Billy in the eyes. “Cripple, tell on us will ya? That’s gonna cost ya. You’re gettin’ a beatin’ that you’ll never forget.”
Billy trembled and clinched his fist, he was small and the boys were big. Why were they picking on him? The only reasons that Billy could figure out was because of his leg and he looked like a “nerd” and an easy pushover. There was no way to get past them, the only thing to do was to stand and fight. There was no reasoning with them, all they’d do would laugh and hit.
One of the boys named “Lug” stepped forward. Billy looked at Lug’s hands, they were like two large hams and when hit him on the right side of his face, he felt his face go numb. He stayed on his feet and the other boys laughed. Billy was hurting but they were having fun. Billy rubbed his sore right jaw and stared at Lug. He was shorter then Lug and he knew where he was going to hit him. Billy took perfect aim, swiftly lifting up his right leg, he kicked Lug between his legs sending the big boy to the ground withering in pain.

“You called me a cripple. I ain’t so crippled that I can’t knock you down!” Billy shouted.
Lug struggled to his feet. The other boys stood there not saying a word. Lug wasn’t going to let this little kid make a fool of him. “What are you guys starin’ at? Finish ‘em!”
The boys rushed Billy and all of them started pounding Billy with their fists. Billy fought as hard as he could, but he was no match for them. After they had finished beating the young boy, they left. Billy laid motionless on the ground, his eyes were closed and he felt bursts of pain rushing through his body. When they had left, Billy stood up, clutching his side, he limped out of the garage and limped home.
He was hurting tears trickled down his face. He wanted to die. Billy stopped in front of
Y.A. Gearin’s home. Mr. Gearin was an older African-American man who lived next door to Billy. He was like a grandfather to Billy and the boy would stay at his house when his mother was not home. Mr. Gearin was sitting outside when he saw Billy. Looking at the condition of the boy, he knew that something was not right.

“Billy, what’s wrong? Why you cryin? You look like you got yourself in a fight.”
“Hello Mr. Gearin. Some bullies beat me up.”
“Come over here boy and tell me about it. Why would anyone want to mess with you?”

Billy walked up to the place where Mr. Gearin was sitting. Mr. Gearin patted the boy’s shoulder. “Wait here. I’ll go in the house and get something to clean up your face.” Mr. Gearin went into the house and quickly returned with a cloth and rubbing alcohol. He wiped the boy’s face and brushed the dirt off him. “There, now tell me what happened.”

“Some kids at school have been mean to me. Makin’ fun of the way I walk. Because I wear glasses, they call me names. They call ‘nerd’, ‘professor’ and me, ‘goofy’ sometimes they mess with me by flushin’ my head in the toilet, even pulled down my shorts during gym class. I try to fight back and stand up for myself but it don’t do any good.”

“Billy, all kids go through bullying at some time. Have you told anyone what’s goin’ on?”

“I told my teacher and the principal, nothin’ changed. My mother went to the school but she wasn’t happy with ‘em. She said that she was gonna take me outta there and send me somewhere else. I hope so. I ain’t the only kid bein’ bullied. A kid in my class was bullied so bad, he killed himself.”

After he said this, Billy broke down and started to cry. Mr. Gearin put his arm around the sobbing boy and hugged him.

“Son, I know what it’s like to get grief from other folk. Went through it myself.”

“Who bullied you, Mr. Gearin?”

“People who didn’t like the color of my skin and people who didn’t like that I wanted to make somethin’ of myself. I remember being told that because I’m Black, I’d never amount to anything. These same folks beat me up and tried to hang me from a tree. When I was your age,
Other kids bullied me because I was different from them. Because I didn’t act or talk like them, they said that I was trying to be like the White folks. Billy, let me tell you something. Bullying doesn’t just happen to kids. Adults are bullied too. No matter who it happens to, it aint right.
I was bullied on a job I had because I was the only Black employee. It hurt, but I did my job.”

“Gee, Mr. Gearin, I didn’t know. What did you do?”

“I didn’t let anyone steal my joy or put out my fire. That’s what I want you to remember. Oh sure, you can fight back with fist, sometimes you gotta beat some sense into folks. It’s more important to fight back with even greater weapons. You know what they are?”

“No”

Mr. Gearin touched Billy’s head and his chest.

“Its with your mind, your spirit, and your heart. If you have faith in God and in yourself, you can stand strong, no matter what people say or do to you. If folks have a problem with you at school, that’s their problem, don’t let them drag you down. Do something that they wouldn’t expect, ‘kill ‘em with kidness.’. Best way to turn an enemy into a friend and to shame people who wrong you.
You’ll find people who will stand with you and support you.”

“Is that what I should do? Won’t people think that I’m weak?”

“No, that will show your strength and your character. Billy, you’ve had some hard struggles, but through it all you can shine bright. You have a light-your gifts and talents that others need to see. Don’t let anyone put labels on you that are not true and don’t let anyone put out your light.
Hold your head up, be sure of yourself. No matter what crazy or mean things folks say-be yourself and always shine.”

Billy felt much better after talking with Mr. Gearin. The pain and tears vanished, and he no longer felt worthless and ready to end it all. Here, he found hope and strength to press on.

“Thanks Mr. Gearin.”

Mr. Gearin hugged Billy and wiped the tears from the boy’s face.

“Call me ‘grandpa.’ I’ve adopted you as my grandson. I’ll stand with you and your mama and help anyway that I can.”

“Thanks Grandpa.”

A car pulled into the driveway next to Billy’s house. His mother had arrived home.

“Let’s go Billy. Your mama’s home. Let’s go and talk with her. Then we’ll go to your school and face those bullies together.”

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New of poetry-Jesus, We praise your name.

Jesus, we praise your name!
Have you just wanted to sing praises to the mighty name of Jesus? Hasn’t he brought you a mighty long way? This is a book of Christian poetry written by me. These are poems which praise that wonderful name. I invite you to read these poems and join with me in the songs of praise to Jesus.
I have included with this collection the story; “The Pilgrim’s journey.” It is the story of a man who struggles with his sinfulness and travels to find the Redeemer who will give him peace and rest. Throughout his journey, he is abandoned by friends, mocked by others, tormented by demons, and confronted by the devil. These obstacles do not discourage him. He is strengthened and encouraged by the Spirit and meets the Redeemer who restores and sends him back to his home to build the Church and proclaim the Gospel, He returns and finds rejection by some of the people but many receive the Gospel and the Pilgrim labors faithfully until he is called to heaven and finds rest for his soul.
Available at Amazon.com Mr. Michael D. Carter

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Christ Jesus, radiant Light

Christ Jesus, radiant light. Light of love.
God the Father’s gift from above.
Great celebration resounds all over earth.
Creation rejoices at his holy birth.
Jesus took flesh and was born of a Virgin.
He came to redeem all people from sin.
Let us celebrate his holy incarnation.
And praise him for the gift of salvation.
Rejoice with gladness on Christmas day.
Lord, shine your light on us, we pray.
Bring the grace which makes us free.
Let us always shine in your grace and mercy.

M.D.C

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Jesus, we praise your name.

NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM

JESUS, WE PRAISE YOUR NAME. By Michael D.Carter

Jesus, we praise your name!
Have you just wanted to sing praises to the mighty name of Jesus? Hasn’t he brought you a mighty long way? This is a book of Christian poetry written by me. These are poems which praise that wonderful name. I invite you to read these poems and join with me in the songs of praise to Jesus.
I have included with this collection the story; “The Pilgrim’s journey.” It is the story of a man who struggles with his sinfulness and travels to find the Redeemer who will give him peace and rest. Throughout his journey, he is abandoned by friends, mocked by others, tormented by demons, and confronted by the devil. These obstacles do not discourage him. He is strengthened and encouraged by the Spirit and meets the Redeemer who restores and sends him back to his home to build the Church and proclaim the Gospel, He returns and finds rejection by some of the people but many receive the Gospel and the Pilgrim labors faithfully until he is called to heaven and finds rest for his soul.

Jesus Savior, we praise your holy Name.
From age to age, Lord, you are the same.
Lord Jesus, we praise your divine mercy.
We proclaim you King through all eternity.
To you, Jesus, our songs we now raise.
Receive O Lord, our thanks and praise.
Great are you Lord of life and creation.
We praise and bless you for the gift of salvation.

Savior, you have open wide heaven’s door.
You have given life and peace forevermore.
In you, there is victory over the devil and sin.
From you comes peace and comfort without end.
We your people stand before your throne and sing.
We praise you forever, Jesus, our eternal King!

Holy Savior, we bow before you in adoration.
Thank you for the gifts of forgiveness and salvation.
The Church in heaven and on earth blesses your name.
We sing with joy this sweet and loving refrain.
Blessed be the Father and the Spirit and Son forevermore.
Glory and honor be to the Trinity now and forevermore.
-The Song of the congregation from; The Pilgrim’s journey.”

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Good news of great joy

Good news of great joy! This is the message of the Christmas season. It is a message that the world still needs to hear today. It seems that we hear more bad news than good. The bad news just seems to come daily without end. There’s news about the threat of war with a mad dictator, sexual abuse in the workplace, mass shootings, terrorism, and crime. After a while, some people lose hope or become pessimistic.

Some people wonder if there is such a thing as “good news.” The answer is; “Yes. There is good news that brings joy and hope.” The angel announced this good news to shepherds watching their flocks one dark and cold night.

“I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all people. For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord.” (Luke 2:10,11)

This message sometimes gets lost in the busyness of the season. It is often overlooked by the secular culture. The good news of Christmas has great meaning because God the Father gave the gift of his Son Jesus, to the world. Jesus came into the flesh as the promised Savior who through his suffering, death, and resurrection, would bring to all, the joy of salvation.

When someone says; “There’s nothing but bad news and fake news. Is there any good and real news?”
That’s an opportunity to share that there is good and real news that gives lasting joy. It the message of the birth of Christ.

The greatest gift that can be given during the Christmas season is to proclaim the news of the Savior’s birth and to share his joy and peace with all people, not just during the Christmas season, but always.

M.D.C.

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