“A Shortened Life”

“A Shortened Life”

In memory of Christian Crowell (5-years old)

As I would go to church on Sunday, Amazing Grace they sung

My body riddled with disease ever since I was young

The doctors tried their best for me with medicine I tried to cope

My mum and dad would speak with me to try and give me hope

As I prayed with my family, with tears I would cry

As I held their hands not knowing if I would die

They prayed and prayed as they trusted God, but all to no avail

 Looking upon my little body which was looking very frail

I was determined though I wouldn’t quit, I had so much to give

For my mum, dad and siblings, I so much wanted to live

But my body was feeling weaker now, each and every day

All I could do was hope in God and to trust Him when I pray

As I looked into my parents eyes, despair is what I saw

They took my hand and held me close as the pain in me would gnaw

As I listen to a Christian song my hand I have to raise

Thinking of God whom I’ll meet soon who forever I will praise

Struggling hard to stay alive with each and every breath

I was fighting hard to stay away; from the thing that we call death

But just at that, as I closed my eyes the light was ever so bright

As I entered into the Heavenly realm O’ what a beautiful sight

As I got closer I saw an image, it was Jesus on His throne

I knew now that I could go and would never be alone

As I hugged my mum and dad, my body became so still

They knew that I had passed away; they knew this was God’s will

I was only five when I died that day; we knew that God knows best

My body is no longer in pain; I’ve gone to my Heavenly rest.

Written by Chris Turner

January 18^th, 2013

Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chrispaints4u@gmail.com

“Computerized Heaven” (Poem)

“Computerized Heaven”

As I travel along this lonely road not sure where I’ll end up next

Should I send my God an email or should I send a text

Does Jesus have a laptop or a desktop by his throne?

Does He have a tablet or android or maybe the apple Iphone

Does He have a flat screen T.V. a PVR to record my sin

Does He fax Heaven’s angels a GPS to know where I’ve been?

A DVD to play back my sin or maybe a VHS

Although it could be a Blue Ray He knows I’m in a mess

But God doesn’t hold a grudge nor holds anything against you

He forgives you when you call on Him; you know His promise is true

He doesn’t have a computer or an Iphone by His side

A tablet, android or GPS in Him you can confide

He said that he’d forgive your sin if you call on Him today

You do not need technology all you do is pray

You don’t need a kilobyte, megabyte or terabyte

You just need to read His word and keep it right within your sight

God does have lots of memory but He can’t remember your sin

He puts it in the deepest sea if you’ll only trust in Him

He’ll forget your wrongs and your shame He looks at it as dross

He’ll cleanse your heart and make it right if you’ll only trust the cross.

Written by ChrisTurner

2013

Chris Turner is a residential/commercial

painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada

chris_turner@shaw.ca

“Memories hidden in the back of my mind” (Poem)

“Memories hidden in the back of my mind”

(A poem about dementia & Alzheimer’s disease)

I’m sitting looking out the window thinking of days gone by

The times I looked up at the rainbow as it spanned across the sky

The family were young and full of life they played and worked till dawn

Enjoying the sun all day long until it was faded and gone

I would bake and sew and knit and cook re-using old clothes that were worn

I’ve loved my kids every day from the first day they were born

There was a flurry of activity around my home when the kids came home from school

Drinking milk with cookies and lots of snacks they would eat till they were full

They’re all grown up now playing with friends finding their way through life

One day the boys will meet a girl and take her as his wife

The girls they’re playing with their dolls along with their girly toys

Dressing themselves and brushing their hair with the hope to meet some boys

Life goes on and they’re married now they have a life of their own

It’s funny how they don’t look back to see that I’m all alone

The cookies the muffins the baking I did and the meals that we all shared

I’m getting older time’s slipping away I thought they would have cared

All these things are thoughts I have of the memories I could find

They were lurking in the back of my head before I lost my mind

I’m in a home now that’s for seniors you know, when you can’t remember when

My memory is fading really fast as I write this with my pen

My kids they thought it best for me to send me to this place

So they could live their life in peace not having to see my face

You see, no one knows these thoughts that I have they think that I’ve gone insane

They just don’t see my inner hurts they just don’t see my pain

As I’m staring at the walls for now people going to and fro’

No one comes to see me anymore it’s nearly time for me to go

Oh! Yes, the muffins the baking the meals we all shared those memories I make them last

The times we cuddled and loved each other are just things of the past

The children finally get the call to let them know I’ve gone

 To my final home up in the sky at last I’m not alone.

Written by Chris Turner

October 16^th, 2012


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca

“Standing on the corner”

“Standing on the corner”

I’m standing on the corner with a sign between my hands

Looking for someone to help me hoping they’ll understand

Just a dollar here or there this is my appeal

Just a little for my stomach enough to buy a meal

I’ve tried to get a job you know but when they see I’m damp

As I’m out in the rain all day they know that I’m a tramp

Roll down your window and share with me the blessings I can’t have

Help me get by one more day and this way I won’t starve

Thank you for giving from your heart I appreciate all you give

It helps to know that someone cares it helps me try to live.

Written by Chris Turner

February 5^th, 2013


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chrispaints4u@gmail.com

“Traveling on the Spiritual Highway” (Song)

“Traveling on the Spiritual Highway”

As I wander on this road of faith, I stumble and I fall

I travel fast ahead of you and often hit a wall

Please help me Lord to wait on you and to let you lead the way

I’ll reach my destination soon if I trust you Lord and pray

Chorus

Jesus come and pour your love upon my heart today

Flood my soul with all you have this dear Lord is what I pray

Fill me with your Spirit Lord and keep me close to thee

Lay your hand upon my life direct me Lord where I should be

I’m on a Spiritual highway Lord and I’m looking for a sign

To guide me on the road of life to do your will not mine

Sometimes, I take an exit Lord which leads me far away

I get involved in things I shouldn’t lost and led astray

Chorus

Jesus come and pour your love upon my heart today

Flood my soul with all you have this dear Lord is what I pray

Fill me with your Spirit Lord and keep me close to thee

Lay your hand upon my life direct me Lord where I should be

  

I’ve taken many roads in life got lost along the way

Especially when I’m in a rush and I forget to pray

I think it’s time that I slowed down and give you Lord my soul

I’ll let you have my life today take complete control

Chorus

Jesus come and pour your love upon my heart today

Flood my soul with all you have this dear Lord is what I pray

Fill me with your Spirit Lord and keep me close to thee

Lay your hand upon my life direct me Lord where I should be

Written by Chris Turner

October 12^th, 2013

Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca