Ken Blue Ministries

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

If I got what I deserve, I’d be in hell today.

When speaking to God, He would then turn away.

Even the Devil, wouldn’t give me time of day.

If I got what I deserve.

 

If I got what I deserve, she’d left long ago.

I would have lost every friend; everyone I know.

And like Cain, I’d be banished, with no place to go.

If I got what I deserve.

 

If I got what I deserve, there’d be no hope for me.

When I would do good, selfish motives I always see.

I vow I’ll do better, but lost I would always be.

If I got what I deserve.

 

I have no other argument; I have no other plea.

It is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.

He took all that I deserve; my substitute was He.

I’m better than I deserve, by grace sufficiency.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken  Blue

 

It was lost somewhere, a long time ago

How, and where I lost it I do not know

I retraced old paths in my mind

But emptiness is all I find.

 

A friend called Comfort keeps me warm inside

And helps me forget pain I cannot hide.

I come home; she’s waiting for me

Pressed to my lips, easing misery

 

My bed’s empty, wife, and children are gone

Comfort and I share the house all alone

She says forget; I should party and play

Soon I will forget what I lost that day

 

Country Gentleman made a fool of me

Christian Brothers; not Christian, or family

Black Velvet and Four Roses the casket doth line

Jose Cuervo was never a friend of mine

 

Comfort’s no longer comfort for me

She owns my soul, and my destiny

You’ll find many like her in liquor stores

Awaiting the fools who walk through her doors

 

Though beautifully packaged to catch your eyes

Behind each label is death in disguise

I now know what it was I lost back there

It was my childhood faith, Bible, and prayer

 

I still see Comfort everywhere I go

She beckons me come, but I must say no

By God’s grace, I must find my way back there

To my childhood faith, my Bible, and prayer.

 

 

By Ken Blue

 

“He taketh the wise in their own craftiness…” Job 5:13

(By the grace of God, this is not my story. Sadly, it is the story of many)

 

There are some things I did, no one knew but me.

I kept my secret, and respectability.

 

I’d smoke in private; no one would ever see.

Now I have a lung disease; it’s called COPD.

 

My body is mine; I’ll do as I well please.

I drink now and then, nursing liver disease. 1 1

 

No one’s seen the track marks underneath my sleeve.

Getting high now and then, no one would believe.

 

Countless trips to rehab, free I cannot be.

I’ve kept my secret, and respectability.

 

She said she was pregnant, but no one could see.

Abort the fetus; no wiser will they be.

 

I’ve a nasty cold; it won’t let go of me.

My doctor informs me, that I have HIV.

 

But by craftiness, no one did ever see.

I fooled all, and maintained respectability.

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

I’ll not boast of goodness, for I have none.

I’ll not speak of works, for they are but dung.

I’ll not vaunt tomorrow, how will it come?

I’ll boast of Jesus and what He has done.

 

I’ll not accept applause, for it is vain.

I’ll not excuse sin, there’s no one to blame.

I’ll not live for wealth, or for earthly gain.

I’ll live for Jesus and His holy name.

 

I’ll not kiss my hand, in its sinful state.

I’ll not stand up, but at His feet prostrate.

I’ll not admire self; what I do I hate.

I’ll trust Jesus and for His coming wait.

 

I’ll not feign perfection, for woe is me.

I’ll not rejoice, `till this body is free.

I’ll not be satisfied, `till Thy likeness I be.

I’ll confess this, my righteousness is Thee.