Jimmie Lee & his family
worked a farm in the West Texas heat
Growing potatoes, tomatoes, pinto beans
stretching for acres as far as the eye could see
they worked each day til the sun went down
the best rest they got was when they’d gather round
each taking a seat at the family table to eat
it was nice getting off their feet
By: J.N.R Dutton
Danny’s been on the road for a week, he stops off at a truck stop to park for a night & speak to his young son on a video chat & tell him where he’s been and where he’s at.
His son says excitedly:
“Daddy, Daddy, when are you coming home again”? Danny says, “I’ll be there soon, buddy. Give your mama a hug for me, & smile, it’s just a few more miles. They’ll go by fast, you’ll see.”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Oh he’d love to be back home again
He hasn’t seen his family
Since he can’t remember when
He talks to his mama every day
but both of them agree
that it’s just not quite the same
His grandma’s getting up there now in years
When he thinks how much he misses her
He can’t help but shed a tear
He hopes he’ll get back home before she’s gone
but he knows that might be wishful thinking
that he can’t count on…
By: J.N.R Dutton
I have the voice of an old dear friend
ringing in my mind tonight
he has the greatest, most Loving heart
and would always strive to do what’s right
He’s one of the strongest men of faith
I ever knew, he trusts in the Lord
and knows His promises are true
Sweet Dear brother Larry, this poem
is for you
By: J.N.R Dutton
Oh, the day is coming,
for each & every soul
ready or not,
When we’ll meet our Maker,
He alone knows how much time we’ve got
Get right w/Him now,
while there’s time
Don’t let the chance slip by
I pray, that you’ll
Trust in Jesus
the One who came to save
and the precious gift He gave
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Father’s Love is deep indeed
we should bow before Him humbly
Precious God, eternal King
He’s greater than anything
By: J.N.R Dutton
If it’s been a while since you kneeled to pray, you ought to today.
An oil lamp sitting
on an old night stand
shadows dancing on the wall
an old man sits up reading by it
until dear sleep comes to call
By: J.N.R Dutton
A great Houston poet loves singing the blues
remembers playing in Texas mud
without any shoes
getting that grit up between his toes
& paying merely pocket change for a picture show
He says “Man oh, Man, that was so
many, many years ago”
& his face lights up in the brightest glow
By: J.N.R Dutton
No matter how long you’ve traveled in the wrong direction
You can always turn around & make a course correction
We’ve all been down some broken roads
at some point in our lives
but if the Lord woke you this morning,
thank Him, and trust in His plan
& remember it’s a gift to be alive
By: J.N.R Dutton
People may at times
rain on your parade
they may throw shade,
rant, rage, and rave
coming off as if half-crazed
but you can tune them out
& walk away
that’s perfectly okay
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 