SOME WHERE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG

SOME WHERE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG
As my mind goes back in time, to younger days back to tender years, life as a small boy! Back
When hearts were real, and times were hard.
Yet love was strong family’s were close.
We had a small home full of love where everyone shared. A family of five, Momma who had the
Strength to do the things only a mom could do.
She would cook, clean, warsh our cloths always
With a smile, why she would never complain,
Even on the days when she felt bad or when she
Had every right to do so!
A Daddy who worked hard to give us a roof over
Our Head and a warm place to sleep.
Never having much time to play
I guess most daddies were a lot like him.
Hard as nails when he had to be, yet he loved
Us just the same!
MY sister a few years older then me, a brother
That was three years younger.
I grow up fast, yet I remember my mother taking
Me by the hand, pulling me up the church house
Stairs each Sunday morning. She would take out
Her hankie spit in it then wipe my face clean as
We would enter the church house door!
Set up straight she would tell me! Some times slapping
My leg. Yes there I would be, right beside her on the
Church house pew I had to listen to that preacher
Every Sunday morning.
The young tender years seemed to go by way to fast.
It wasn’t long I was a young teen age boy trying to
Break free from my mother’s grip, my daddy tried to
Teach me the ways of life, by teaching me how to work.
How to make a living, I must at this time give to him
The thanks I should have given back then.
For my daddy did teach me how to work with my hands
How to build house’s how to work on cars, but the most
Important thing he ever thought me was how to be a man!
Yes it would take years for it all to become me!
The man I am today, for back then I was not the child
My mother and daddy wanted me to be.
It took several trips out behind the wood pile, where I
Received my education! Yes I was then and still am just
A little hard headed, this will make you a better man some
Day my daddy would say, some day you will want to thank
Me for trying to show you right from wrong!
Although with each trip to the wood pile my daddy would
Tell me how much he loved me, and his love for me was
The very reason for each trip. At the time I could not
Understand. If you love me why are going to spank me?
To help you grow he would say. You might not know it
But every time we have to come out here son you grow
Up just a little! That’s been fifty years ago but it seems
Like yesterday.
A hell’en, a real paint peeler, the more my momma prayed
The worst I became. The more my daddy tried to teach me
The more I rebelled, I left home wanting to do things my
Way. Know one was going to make me do any thing I did
Not want to do! By the time I was twenty one I had been
In and out of jails for drinking and fighting I had been
Married twice and divorced! Yes as a do it yourselfer
I was making some big tracks! Doing it my way!
Most of my life was spent drunk or high.
Yes as most young adults I had found drugs!
So every time things did not go my way I would go
And find myself a place to fall apart.
This became the big down fall in my life!
The drugs would let me hate the things I did not want
To face, they let me hide in my Owen little world!
Yet my world was passing me by with each passing day!
As a young man I felt I would live forever!
I had let drugs steal my life, I woke up one morning
And I was forty five! Where had it gone? My life!
I was and old man! Twenty years of my life was gone.
As there I set one more bad relationship was on the rocks
One more bottle of booze, more drugs there I went spinning
Out of control again! Deeper and deeper I fell until I could
Not feel any thing, there in the darkness of my life.
Why? I would ask myself why? All my life it’s been a fight!
And every time I would gain some ground something or
Someone would pull me down! Was I born to lose?
It seemed this way. Every thing I put my hand to always failed!
Was I born to spend my life in jail? Never to have myself a wife!
Never to have a normal life. Was this all there was to it?
I was sick of losing, tired of always starting over just to fail again!
The higher I got and the drunker I became myself and the world was
Insane. The demons of my life had taken control. There were no feelings
Left inside of me, even my soul cried out wanting to be free!
End it all was the voice inside my head! The pain will be gone once you
Are dead! There I was lost and confused yet dieing seemed like the thing to do. My hand reaching for the forty four I would be dead before my body
Would hit the floor! Turning my face from the gun as I put the barrel to the back of my head. It was then my eyes could see the Holy bible! Tears ran down my face, its then I heard the LORD say “Come to me”!
Tired of running, my back was against the wall! I hit the floor on my knees my heart poured out from inside of me! I ask the LORD to help me please.
All the prayers my momma prayed, all were answered there that day!
Yes the old man in me died for by the love of CHRIST I was saved!
I felt his hand when he touched me; who the son sets free is free indeed!
I could not wait to tell someone, to tell the world, to share this love in me!
The love that CHRIST has given to me; his word is now the rock I lean on!
For in the word I found strength to build a new life on!
Through CHRIST JESUS I have new life; he has given to me new dreams to dream. I now have a reason to look forward to each new day.
JESUS has taken all the pain and sorrow away,
Five years ago my life was not worth one thin dime! Today I am a new man
In CHRIST! Over two years ago the LORD placed me in service to him
As today I am the pastor of a small town country church in Mo. Today I give Christ JESUS the praise!
For I always failed, when I tried it my way. You see when we put CHRIST
First in our life, then CHRIST will be the light in our life. His love
For us will become the strength we need in our every day lives!
CHRIST will forgive you for all you have ever done! Then he will give
You the strength to for give yourself, and the courage to start anew!
May GOD bless you!

WRITTEN BY PASTOR JIM BAGGETT
12/31/06

Story ID:	3547
Written by:	JIM BAGGETT (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Story
Location:	DONIPHAN Mo. USA
Year:	2002
Person:	JESUS