Church Camp Dance

We're at church camp and our theme for the week is "Step into the Ring." Dan Barlette of Russell Christian is my co-dean this year and next year he will take my place. Dan rented these big blowups and the kids played like the fought each other with big boxing gloves. All the Bible lessons are about fighting the enemy. Round one - "Who is the Enemy". Round two - "God is in our Corner." And so on. Lots of campers and lots of fun. I wrote a song for the talent show and I hope the kids like it. Shayna and her friends are going to dance beside me as I play my guitar. The lyrics are below.

Church Camp Dance

Up in the morning about 8 o’clock. We eat a good breakfast so we never have to stop. Then we all go to chapel and we have our God Time. When we praise the Lord Jesus everything is always fine. Then we go to class and we have our workshop. We’re going to fight the good fight and we’re never going to stop.

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Cause everybody’s going to step into the ring. Everybody’s going to shout and everybody’s going to sing. You may be surprised so I’ll tell you in advance. That everybody’s going to do the church camp dance.

We all love to play the sports and games. But cabin-cleanup is just a necessary thing. We eat a good lunch and we get our rest. But swimming in the pool is what we all love the best. Then we all go to crafts and to the canteen. It feels so good that everybody’s going to “scream!”

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Free time is fun and so are special events. Everybody plays and no one sits the bench. When the camp bell rings we all stand in line. Cause everybody’s hungry at supper time. Then Dan leads the worship and he leads it so well. That everybody stands up and gives a great big yell!

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It happens in the evening when the sun goes down. We build a camp fire and make a great big sound. Cause we worship the Lord with all our might. We praise him every day and we praise him every night. Then it’s back to the cabins, tomorrow we’ll do it again. And everybody at church camp shouts “Amen!”

My Old Man Needs to Die (My new song)

I just wrote an new song. I hope you like it. It's called my old man needs to die. It's my story i.e. the story of how God saved me from alcoholism.

My Old Man Needs to Die

When I was young I got baptized to wash away my sins. But I did not have a clue that my old man could swim. I’ve struggled with him everyday since I was a child. But in my teens, about 15, my old man went wild.

I took a hit and had a sip and brother it was on. I drank it from a bottle and I smoked it from a bong. Three years passed, I turned 18, I said “I got to quit”. It’s way too much I’ve had enough my old man made me sick.

My old man needs to die. So I don’t act like Jekyll and Hyde. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man is not my dad. He’s the part of me that acts real bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.

Twelve years went by and I was dry, I tried to be good. I went to church, I read the book, and I did those things I should. But my old man was still alive, waiting for control. I took one drink of whiskey and the devil took my soul.

My friends were Jack Daniels and his brother Jimmy Beam. I loved Smirnoff Vodka and everything between. It was like a little puppy to play with every night. But he grew into a pit-bull and took my away life.

My old man loves to drink. And he never turns the other cheek. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man put me in jail. But my wife came and paid my bale. She said “Your old man and he’s got to die, he’s got to die. (But he didn’t).

I was sitting in a biker bar 2am one night. Three bikers came to kick me out and I stood up strong to fight. I knew that I could take those three, but there were 15 more. Who grab me by shirt and kick me out the door. (Then one day it happened).

I was driving down the road one day, higher than a kite. I blacked out like so many times but this time I ran a light. Three cars were totaled in that wreck and no one hurt but me. They put me back in jail and that’s were I got free.

My old man went to rehab. And I gave up everything that’s bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man went to AA. And worked the 12 Steps day by day. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.

Years have gone by and I’m still dry, I have not had a drink. But I still go to meetings, to change the way I think. I’m grateful for my family and my serenity. And most of all for Jesus Christ who died to set me free.

Now you may think since I don’t drink, that I am all cured. But my old man is patient and he knows just how to lure. I struggled with him every day, what a wretched man I am. Every time he rises up, I put him down again.

My old man knows how to sin. So I don’t want him back again. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man can’t be tamed. He’s always bad, he’ll change. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.

My new song "Home Six Mile"

I just wrote a new song. Finished it at 7am this morning. It's about growing up on Six Mile.

Home Six Mile

No shirt, blue jeans, running bare feet. Honey suckle growing up and down the creek. Railroad tracks and a fishing hole I got a Rainbow Trout on the end of my pole.

Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile

White house, porch swing, chestnut trees Sunday morning church, Jesus set us free Jeanie and Susan, little brother, that’s me Childhood memories, good family

Front yard, green grass, all the cousins play Granny and Paw, “making-apple-butter-day” Don’t worry, don’t fret, it don’t make sense Just knock that whiffle ball over the fence

Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile

Cross cut saw in the blacksmith’s shop Floating down the river on an old car top Playing guitar at the Boone County Fair Family and friends, everybody’s there.

Full moon, crickets by old water fall Fireflies, hoot owl, listen as them call. Hound dogs barking, there’s a fox on the run Slipping through the woods with my old shot gun

Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile

Bridge Sometimes I wonder how the days have come and gone When I need break from life, I love to sing the six mile song … about …

No shirt, blue jeans, running bare feet. Honey suckle growing up and down the creek. Railroad tracks and a fishing hole I got a Rainbow Trout on the end of my pole.

Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile