Monday, November 6, 2017

Church Shooting in Texas 11-5-2017

Why did God allow this thing?
‘Twas in his sovereign will,
And the voices there of those who died
Can sing His praises still.

Those behind are left with tears
And hearts are broken, true;
But God in mercy gives His grace
To lead His children through.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Coming Of Fall

By Ronnie Wolfe – September 23, 2017

Those verdurous fields of growing maze
Stand tall in summer’s breeze
And wait for coming color change
That time proclaims with ease.

Casually falling into the hands
Of impending autumn chill,
The corn surrenders all its growth
To fall’s advancing will

And sheds its beauty, green and firm
To an article of time.
The shades of green will turn to gold
And yield to autumn’s rhyme.

Sweet gesture comes from fall’s great need
To turn the green to brown,
And yellow leaves in autumn breeze
Come tumbling to the ground.

Grander beauty never seen
As this year’s season comes
With blooming lilies in the fields
And yards adorned with mums.

But the beauty there is a cheating dream
From fall’s enticing gold,
For it brings its foliage to its end
In illusive winter’s cold.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

On The Way Through Life

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe — August 30, 2017
Funeral of Marshall Baker (9-1-2017)

Traveling through life as time goes by,
We think not much of the passing sky,
That it is not the same each day
But changes on life’s lingering way.

The child looks out to brighter days
To be brought out of youthful haze,
To reach for more enduring things,
To catch our dreams with soaring wings.

But time slows down as it presses on
To change our minds with sorrow’s song,
And reaching out to some good friend,
We find our grasp in rushing wind,

Then see at last the final day
When life and time are gone away
And our lives here mean little more
Than a memory on a forgotten shore.

They all remember life’s short span
When to death the moments ran
And never ceased to hurry forth
To measure there life’s little worth.

So short, and yet in memories stored
Our minds remember love’s strong cord
And weave together family ties
And know just where the secret lies.

Someone's Coming Home

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe — Funeral of Roy Stone
September 2, 2017

Anxious angels gather ‘round
In celestial meeting
Saints of ages make assembly
For the next abundant greeting.

Knowing surely God’s salvation
In divinest grace
Has prepared another human
For his coming to this place.

Voices praising, saints are singing
In single celebration,
Knowing that the Gospel story
Is for every nation.

Here comes one and then another
From earth’s tears alone.
Here comes Roy with ease a-flying
Someone’s coming home.

And once inside the welcomes come
From saints of every land.
Welcomed to eternal glory
There is no sinking sand.

So thank God for power of loosing
Gentle men to freedom giv’n.
Thank the Lord for Christ’s own life
To bring us then to Heaven.

In The Woods

 Dr. Ronnie Wolfe – August 30, 2017
 For funeral of Marshall Baker

In the woods a bird is singing
Like the whisper in the wind,
Drawing me with raptured feeling
To come into the woods again.

Smell the musty, falling foliage
As it blows through gentle breeze;
I must plan to go a-hunting,
Put my mind and heart at ease.

So my spirit ever soaring
Pulls me to my love outdoors;
Walking through the blue-green meadows
All these things my heart adores.

In These Times

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe — Funeral of Charles Havens
August 31, 2017

In these changing, troubled times
It seems no solid ground we find
In culture and in changing voices
Hard opinions, every kind.

In saddened hearts we often think
There is no rescue from our fear,
Then in these times we come to grasp
The Lord of lords is lingering near.

In these times of broken dreams
We often look with desperate care
To the call of human voices,
The sound of bad news everywhere.

But then our minds go simply searching
For a truth so solid standing,
Fear is settled, peace attained
Our eyes on Scripture firmly landing.

In these times the word of God
Is just as true as through the ages
Men have trusted its foundation
Thumbing through its sacred pages.

In these times when death is looming,
Come what may, we all must die;
But truth wins out with Christ our Savior,
And we shall meet Him in the sky.

Don’t let the times, you weary pilgrim,
Sadden minds and hearts so dear.
Trust His death and resurrection,
And your heart will know no fear.

For these times, though sadly ending
Meets with sadness in the heart,
We have joy in God’s real Heaven
Soul and body gone apart.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Cedar Tree On The Hill

The Wolfe family lived in Chesapeake, Ohio, from July, 1979, until July, 1982. We lived in the church parsonage of Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church on Buffalo Creek Road. We had a good ministry there in preaching, visiting, and learning to sing together in some groups.

At the parsonage the back yard went flat straight back and then up a hill. At the top of this hill stood a tall cedar tree. My wife and I had three little boys at that time. They loved to play in the yard around which the church had placed a chain-link fence for protection from the busy highway that lay just a few yards in front of the house.

The boys played outside in good weather, and from time to time they would climb up the hill in the back of the house and then climb up to the very top of the tall cedar tree on the top of the hill. Many times I told them to get down out of the tree so they would not fall out of the tree and break "every bone in your body."

If I told them once, I told them a hundred times to stay out of that tree. I could just see them sometime falling out of the tree and breaking a leg or an arm or both.

Then, one day while playing in the front yard, my youngest son, Chris, was climbing on the chain-link fence around the yard. It was about 4 1/2 feet high. I thought nothing of that, since they did that often. So, I never told them not to play on the fence. Yet, he fell off that fence and began to cry. He had fallen off that fence and had broken his arm.

I should have scolded the boys for climbing on the fence instead of climbing in the cedar tree. Watch out for those short fences. Pay no attention to the tree on the top of the hill. I think there is a conspiracy here somewhere.