Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Before the days of G.P.S. When paper maps were in, On foreign roads, it was a must, To set out route, to win.  Once way was set, adhered to, To take detour,  dared NOT, Though IF, perchance were roadworks, Soon back on track, we got. Howe'er, with new technology, When G.P.S. is set, Should we detour, or veer off track, 'Twill keep us journeying yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In LIFE, we're on a journey, Our destination, choose, ONE way, it's sure, we WILL win, Th'other, life, will lose. Trust G od for P rotection, S afety, Our Spiritual G.P.S. So choose your journey early, HE will, eternally, bless.

People who have known me Life time or just short while, Will know I love to play on words, It's always been my style. Words which have two meanings, And I know which is meant, I'll often use the other one, Some think my mind is bent. Make and finish 'Crosswords' 'Tis NOT my 'claim to fame', Compiled for home church magazine, With "C.Ross-words" by name. Then, you see, the rhyming, It's how I do converse, Though I will close now,  j ust incase   You think they're getting worse . 

                                              Whene'er us boys were younger                                   Our father drove a car                            With four wheels, one each corner,                                         It took us really far.                                               A friend at church we went to,                              Whene'er us boys were 'wee'                                He too did drive a vehicle                             But wheels - had only THREE.                         And where dad's car had TWO doors                                  Each side and opposite,                            This vehicle just had ONE door                               With young boys, was a 'hit'.                                So we would wait for Mervyn,                                  Two minute drive, 'twas all,                                But 'cause it looked so different,                                    

“Neglect can happen without effort, without thinking, and without our notice.  Satan, the master deceiver, delights to keep our mind occupied with the cares and pleasures of this world.  He cares not whether it be something good or bad, as long as it distracts us from focusing on things eternal.” It's just one little step in the wrong direction after the next little step. It's JUST 'a step', he told me, As he paced to the side, But THEN, he took another, Was something here, implied? I SHOULD have stretched my hand out Aft' first step he did make, But little did I know back then, That he would others take. It was a SLOW departure, We just drifted apart, At one time were like brothers, Almost joined, through our heart. When he got out of arms length, I feared, ne'ermore would see, That fear eventually flourished, When he ignored my plea. So IF your brother falters, Don't wait, to bring him near, Reach out,  to keep that closeness, For one you hold so dear.