If there’s one thing I know,
It’s that worlds & fortunes
really can and do change on a dime
Sometimes
So I’m treasuring each moment,
cause you know, the truth is that
We’re all on borrowed time
I’m taking it all in, soaking it up
While working on the next rhyme
By:J.N.R Dutton
Waves coming in on a beach,
w/the moon overhead
People have been up for hours,
saying they’ll sleep when they’re dead
It’s a grand get together of new & old friends alike
Enjoying each other,every moment they’ve got
Glad just for being alive
By:J.N.R Dutton
A poem about fellowship, life, and happiness
Another sweet day that the Lord has made
Use it well & give Him praise
Come, whatever may
His Love is always
Reason to celebrate
By:J.N.R Dutton
Nathan’s got a hot peppermint mocha
coffee in hand
& he’s eating Pizza flavored chips
from a Pringles can
The place he lives in isn’t a mansion
In fact it’s small, but to him it’s grand
It’s sitting on his own piece of land
He can’t complain, he’s got it good,
he’s a simple man
By:J.N.R Dutton
Some people may think Jay’s not a believer,
but some of his lyrics I’ve heard lately
tell me differently….
Now admittedly,
Just like everybody,
He’s had his share of failures
Times when he didn’t live quite right
but I believe that as long as people
still have a conscience & pulse
There is time for them to walk in the light
I have faith that
God can open anyone’s heart & eyes
I believe that when we get to heaven
Who all we see there may take us by surprise
By:J.N.R Dutton
This is written for one of my favorite lyricists, who has known darkness before, and who now seems to finally see the light.
Cheers Jason, & much Love brother.
Keep your eyes and heart
on the Savior,
King Jesus,
In the sunshine
& in midst of your storms
He will sustain you
In His Love forevermore
By:J.N.R Dutton
Danny sits by a campfire
grilling venison in bacon grease
When he’s done he covers it w/cheese
To be served w/onion rings
He’s made the feast for a whole slew of
friends & family, to all of them it’s heavenly
Food & life, the way that it should be
By:J.N.R Dutton
Jan worked nights at a general store
Worked to closing and she’d lock the doors
She was restless,
thought “there’s got to be more
to life than this”
Every day it was the same routine
She was convinced the grass would be
A little more green
elsewhere, anywhere far from there
So one night she packed her bags
Jammed her foot down on the gas
Left that town lightning fast,
with her car radio up full blast
with no intention of ever going back
Her headlights cutting through the night’s pitch black
By:J.N.R Dutton
Delia was a young girl, born in a city near the Rio Grande
Her Daddy was an agricultural man, Always just doing the best he can
By the time Delia was eight years old, She joined him working her time away
Hardly had the chance to go to school, barely rested or even played
She worked hard, sweating in the heat
but oh, she never complained,
She had callouses on her hands, blisters on her feet
She would do anything she could
To help her family make ends meet
By:J.N.R Dutton
Spent years running round,
at first couldn’t wait to get out
of that one stoplight town
but he’s back to his old stomping ground
Because he sees now, it’s where his heart
wanted to be every night
When the lights went down
By:J.N.R Dutton
