Robert F. Dotson © 2014


 You may think you can get by,


Doing things "on the sly."


But, God's "all seeing eye,"


Is watching you!


 When you speak an unkind word,


And think nobody heard,


That's certainly absurd,


For He's listening too!


 Do you remember that latest business deal?


It was practically a steal.


Ah but, how did the other party feel,


When the deal was done?


 You see, whether we're at work or play,


Folks notice what we do and say.


And each and every day,


We represent God's son!


 Oh, in my mind the wheels are turning,


And my heart within me is burning,


Creating a yearning,


To "turn over a new leaf!"


 For Jesus is a Precious Friend,


On Whom I can depend!


So I definitely don't want to offend,


Or cause Him grief!











By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


If you should be the first to go,

It sure would cheer my heart to know,

That in Heaven,

Where the crystal waters flow,

You'll wait for me!

Through valleys low my path may wind.

But, Darling I won't mind,

If at my journey's end I find,

You waiting there for me!

However, it might be the case,

That I would outrun you in life's race.

If so Dear, I'll just find a resting place,

And wait for you!

Together we've felt,

The sunshine and the rain,

And shared the laughter and the pain.

So, this one fact shall remain,

I'll wait for you!







By Robert F. Dotson © 2014






I cannot offer you wealth or fame.


In the world’s social register,


There’s no mention of my name.


Dear, I want to be honest with you,


Right from the start.


I have no gold or silver.


But, I’ll give you my heart!



I can’t take you on vacation,


To London or Rome,


To show you Big Ben,


Or a cathedral’s majestic dome.


Our excursions in the future,


May be only a few miles apart.


But, I promise to stay close by you,


And give you my heart!



I’ll make every endeavor,


To be a Godly man,


And to love, honor, and protect you,


The best that I can.


Our love will be a symphony,


A beautiful work of art,


Created the very moment,


I give you my heart!









By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


"A friend loveth at all times!"

Oh, what a beautiful thought'

A friendship is "cultivated,"

But never, ever bought!

A friend is one who'll stand by you,

Even when clouds are dark and gray,

And be at your "beckon call,"

No matter what hour of the day!

A friend will lend a "listening" ear,

To a problem great or small,

And never tell what you've told them,

No matter "who" comes to call!

A friend will visit when you've missed church,

Or send a card your way.

They'll kneel before our God above,

And call out your name when they pray!

A friend will know when to come around,

When you're down and feeling blue,

And have the very words to say,

That God has sent to you!

A friendship doesn't have to cease,

When someone moves out of state!

You can spend some vacation time with them.

The fellowship is great!

Take in a couple of campmeetings,

And then visit one of God's creations!

Spend some "prayer time" together,

And strengthen those friendly relations!

The Bible plainly tells us if we want friends,

We must friendly be!

Friendships started down here on earth,

Can last eternally!

When a friend dies you love them still,

Although you're far apart!

Their memory and your love for them,

Remains inside your heart!

Although you may have many friends,

Another can't take their place,

And there is a longing in your heart,

To once more see their face!

There are friendships natural,

And also friendships divine!

Yes, some friends are so close,

That their very hearts entwine!

How wonderful it is for a man and his wife

To be joined together,

And remain good friends for life!

And yet, a greater friendship,

Is one with Jesus our Lord,

When we sweet communion find,

Together in one accord!

A friendship with Jesus,

Is far above any other!

Our Lord is a Friend,

That sticketh closer than a brother!"

He was our great example of friendship,

To the very end!

For greater love could no man have,

Than to lay down his life for his friends!





If tomorrow comes once more I'll rise,
'Neath sunny or even stormy skies,
And thank God for another day!
It will be a day like no other,
With opportunities to help my Sister and Brother,
And sow some seeds of kindness along the way!


Each day I live is Heaven sent!
And this one will be wisely spent,
If I place everything in God's hands!
I cannot "do my own thing,"
And please my Lord and King.
His will must be my only plans!

If tomorrow comes I'll face that day,
In very much the same way,
I've faced so many others before.
For, as I step into the unknown,
I shall not be alone,
For I will enter through Christ, the Open Door!

Robert F. Dotson © 2014




Robert F. Dotson © 2014

The young man took one last look at the old home place.

Then he did an about face,

And slowly walked down the little country lane.

In the bell tower the church bells began to toll,

Causing a loneliness in his soul.

But, he kept a straight face to mask the pain.

As he entered into a life of sin,

He realized if he ever make it home again,

Things would never be quite the same.

However, he was just thinking about here and now,

And though he didn't know how,

He planned on making himself a name!

Ah, it wasn't very long,

Until a life of wine, women, and song,

Produced moral and physical decay.

Every night he'd get high.

Then the next morning he would cry,

With a headache that just wouldn't go away.

Eventually, he was left without a friend.

And he had reached his rope's end,

When he heard about Jesus, God's Son!

He heard a street preacher say,

"Christ will wash your sins away,"

"And forgive you for every wrong you've done!"

So, he accepted Jesus into his life,

And he left behind all sin and strife,

And the insatiable urge to roam.

Then laying aside his foolish pride,

He "hitched" ride after ride,

In an attempt to reach his childhood home.

Oh, it was a cold and wintry night,

And he could barely see the light,

On the porch of the little house on the hill.

His face felt frozen and he could barely see.

Then he saw that old familiar oak tree.

It's location near the house he remembered still!

From the oak tree he crawled the last few feet,

Not knowing what kind of reception he would meet,

As he weakly knocked on the cabin door.

Ah yes, he could hear voices inside,

And as the door swung open wide,

The sight of home made his spirits soar!

Next he saw the most wonderful sight.

It was his Daddy with hair so white!

Big old tears were streaming down his face.

His precious Mommy stood by his side.

Then she lovingly replied,

"Son, things just haven't been the same,"

"Since you left the old home place."




 Robert F. Dotson                               



 Last night an old acquaintance,


Knocked upon my door.


It was my dear friend Memory,


Who came to visit me once more!


He said, "Old Pal my shiny train,”


Is waiting at the track!"


So, I grabbed my hat, my coat, and my cane,


And we went flying back!


Back across the years we went,


To an old familiar place,


And there patiently waiting for me,


Was a most welcome face!


It was the lad that once was me,


Who met us with a grin!


Once more he embraced me tenderly saying,


"I knew you'd come again!"


We took a stroll down a country road.


Just Memory, the lad, and I,


And when we reached the little family abode,


I suppressed the urge to cry.


Next, we went to the little schoolhouse,


Where I learned to read and write.


Once more I saw my childhood friends,


Who were a pleasant sight!


It was no surprise each one of them,


Looked like they did before.


They sure were glad to see me!


They said so o'er and o'er!


We ran barefoot through a meadow,


And swung on the old grapevine!


This caused the joy to overflow,


Within this heart of mine!


We visited the little church,


Where I attended as a lad!


We worshiped there as a family,


Of this I sure am glad!


Then, I found myself wishing,


I wouldn't have to leave the past.


But, I knew deep inside of me,


This visit wasn't meant to last.


So, with an aching heart I embraced the lad,


As Memory called "All Aboard!"


Then, the speeding train whisked me away,


From the place I once adored!


Back in time we went quickly,


Over many, many years,


Then, I found myself in my easy chair.


My eyes were filled with tears.


But, it seemed I heard the lad say,


From somewhere in my heart,


"Be patient, for there will come a day,”


When we'll never have to part!"

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014









 Robert F. Dotson © 2014


As I walked in the door,

The desk clerk said, "Good evening Senor,"

"May I be of assistance to you?"

Secrecy was a must!

Was he someone I could trust?

I searched his face for the smallest clue!

Due to the excessive heat,

My face was "as red as a beet!"

So, I asked for a place to sit down.

I assumed right away,

It was here I must stay,

Since it was the only hotel in town!

After catchig my breath for awhile,

I said producing my best smile,

"I would like a room for the night."

"Sir, you may have room ten,"

"He said with a grin,"

"It's the second room on your right!"

The room sure was nice!

So I asked him the price,

But, he acted as though he hadn't heard!

Then, he whispered "Mr. Blue,"

"There's no cost to you,"

And he disappeared without saying another word!

I prayed an earnest prayer,

As I wondered how many other people out there,

Besides the desk clerk knew my name!

I was curious too,,

Just how much they knew,

Of the reason why I came.

Thoughts were running wildly through my head,

As I placed my suitcase under the bed,

And quickly turned around to find,

To my utter surprise,

I beheld a pair of eyes,

Staring at me through the Venetian blind!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door!

So, I walked across the floor

And slowly opened it wide!

There before me a nervous stronger stood,

Who asked if he could,

Please come inside!

I said, "Sure, come on in,"

And he said with a grin,

"I'm your contact, Mr. Blue!"

"Our every move is being traced!"

"We must make haste!"

"Did you bring the Bibles with you?"

When I handed him the suitcase he looked inside,

And his face was glowing with pride,

As his eyes filled up with tears!

He said, "I guess it's plain to see,"

"That this means so much to me!"

"We've waited for these Bibles for years!"

He didn't seem to have anything else to say.

So, he turned away,

And was engulfed by the darkness of the night!

Due to all of the excitement I hadn't seen,

My waiting limousine!

So, you can be assured it was a welcome sightl

I rushed to it and quickly closed the door!

Then, with a mighty roar,

We sped toward a waiting plane!

Never in my whole life had I known,

Such a feeling of being alone.

My friends would have considered me insane.

As the plane left the ground,

It could easily have been downed,

By the steady ring of gunfire.

But, we all said a prayer,

As we sped through the air,

And steadily climbed higher and higher!

Now as I stand looking out over the bay,

Thinking of the preceding day,

That transpired on a foreign shore,

I thank God for His marvelous grace,

In helping me escape from that place!

But, somehow I wish I could have done more!





 Robert F. Dotson © 2014


 Come in from life's storm.


Inside you will be warm!


You don't have to shiver in the cold!




Come meet the Shepherd of the sheep!


Your soul He will keep,


And you won't ever have to stray from the fold!




I know you have been abused,


And quite often misused.


But, Jesus is looking for folks like you!




Although your world is torn apart,


He will mend your broken heart,


And make you over anew!




There's no time for delay.


Today is your day!


Listen closely Jesus is calling your name!




Can you see the smile on His face?


Once you accept His grace,


You'll never ever be the same!




Friend, I was once like you.


I had sinned against God too.


I was as miserable as I could be.




Ah, but Jesus said, “Child, I understand.”


So, I gladly took His hand,


And He wonderfully set me free!







By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


In a dry and barren land,

I found myself one day.

I was unable to stand.

So, I fell on my face to pray.

“Lord, there’s a longing in my soul,”

“Only You can satisfy.”

“So, please come to my rescue,”

“Or I shall surely die.”

Then, I heard His tender voice,

Say, “Come unto me,”

“For a cool drink of water.”

“My child, it is free!”

“With My heavenly manna,”

“Your hungry soul I’ll fill!”

“Just place your soul in my keeping,”

“And bend to My will!”

So, with all that was within me,

I heeded His call!

I said, “Lord, I’ll serve You!”

“I’ll give You my all!”

And since that glorious day,

Through the good times and bad,

I can honestly say,

He’s the best Friend I’ve ever had!





By Robert F. Dotson © 2014 


God's mighty army is passing by,


Under the surveillance of His watchful eye!


Each blood-bought soldier carries a shining sword!


Aren't we an awesome sight,


In our garments of spotless white,


Marching forward to battle for Christ, our Lord?




'Tis enough to make the devil rage,


Seeing saints of every age,


And from every kindred, tribe and nation.


Soon we'll give old satan the rout!


Then, you will hear our victory shout,


As we praise the God of our salvation!




We have no time for being slack,


Or having thoughts of turning back.


"Forward March," is our Captain's command!


Ah, somewhere around the next bend,


We could reach our journey's end!


Our destination is Beaulah Land!




Can you sense the glorious feeling in the air,


Encouraging one and all to prepare,


For our Lord's imment return?


Soon we shall view Sweet Heaven Fair!


Ah, just the thought of being there,


Makes our hearts within us yearn!




Watch us as we march along!


We are countless millions strong!


We're truly "All for One and One for all!"


Friend, as we approach the night,


Harder and harder we must fight,


For shortly we shall hear Gabriel's trumpet call!




Proudly let the blood stained banner wave!


"Tis proof our Lord has power to save!


Forever let his flag our colors be!


Then, when we stand before the Lord,


To receive our eternal reward,


He'll say "Welcome home to be with Me!"





By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


 Before the dawning of the morning ere the sun is shining bright


I can hear my Lord a callin' toward the ending of the night!


With a voice so strong, yet tender He bids me to swiftly go,


Out into His fertile field many precious seeds to sow!


 You see, there's a portion of God's field that only I can sow!


For I will be held accountable to witness to folks I know!


My portion has been long neglected I am sad to say.


Other interests got my attention.


Thus, I was hindered on my way.


This portion of God's vineyard has always been mine!


I'm responsible for tending each young and tender vine.


I must dig gently around them and water them with my tears!


While pointing them to Jesus who will alleviate their fears!


If a vine becomes unfruitful I must call out their name in prayer,


Asking God to give more mercy while I give them tender care!


If a Brother or a Sister cannot lift up feeble hands,


I must be one who is supportive and always understands!


 If there are others who have fallen having feeble knees,


I must come to their assistance as I strive my Lord to please!


I must make every second count for time is running out.


Soon the Lord will rise and swiftly shut Mercy's door, no doubt!


 Then, those who are not clothed with garments white as snow,


Will not enter into Heaven for they weren't prepared to go!


I can no longer linger! Many souls are at stake!


A matter of life and death rides on the decisions I make!


Yes, the challenge is great. But the opportunity is too!


My life must be given to labor for there is much to do!






By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


 You may feel so unimportant,

As you greet folks at the church door.

In your humble estimation,

Other people are doing more!

But Friend, just keep right on smilin'

And a friendly hand extend!

Show the Master you are faithful

And on you He can depend!


You may be one of our ushers,

Which sometimes seems a menial chore.

However just be content,

'Til the Saviour asks you for more!


While working on bus ministry,

You may visit homes each week,

Or go to the highways and byways,

Someone's lost soul to seek!


Another important task,

That is not spoken much about,

Is climbing behind the wheel,

And driving the church bus route!

Let's not forget the bus helpers!

They are special people one and all!

This too takes some dedication,

Once they've heeded the Master's call!


If you're the Sunday School Superintendent,

Or a trustee on the church board,

Work effectively with the pastor,

In the service of our Lord!

Each one of us can be a "prayer warrior",

Keep the church on our heart,

And vocally "back the pastor"

As the Scripture he imparts!


You may sing and play an instrument,

In the church band,

Or a special song you may sing,

Or maybe just clap your hands,

You might lead the congregation,

As they sing a well loved song,

Or you may just lift up your voice

And joyously sing along!


Friend, you may think nobody notices,

The good deeds you do.

But, be of good cheer!

God is always watching you!

For you see, not one of us

Is striving for fortune or fame.

We're just a group of average folks

Trying to lift up Jesus' name!


There are many ways of helping,

As the Christian life you live!

For if God has materially blessed you,

Then give, my Brother, give!

We must pray often for each other,

In a Spirit of Love!

So this old world will know,

We are children of God above!


Very soon we Christians may face,

Some serious stormy weather.

But, through Christ we can make it,

If we all " pull together!"






By Robert F. Dotson © 2014


 Beyond dark clouds the sun will shine!

Joy shall fill this heart of mine,

And hope will spring anew!

Oh, rejoice my soul the Lord has heard,

And according to His word,

This time of testing is through!

Ah, I've been in the valley low.

And my soul has been tempted so,

That I questioned was this God's will for me.

Yet by faith I was able to stand,

While holding to the Master's hand!

Now at the end of the tunnel a light I see!

Ah, I'm so glad God knows my fears!

He heals my hurts and dries my tears!

He knows when I need a shoulder to cry on!

And as I head toward yon mountain peak,

I feel so blessed that I'm unable to speak!

For unpleasant memories of the valley are gone!







 When the way gets rough,


And things are tough,


I cry, "Lord, I've had enough,"


"I want to leave this place."


 But, then He says, "Child, I know,"


"This valley you're in is low."


"But, here you will grow,"


"Through the power of My love and grace!"


 So I become very still,


As I bend to His will,


Waiting until,


Once more my heart sings!


 For I know down deep in my soul,


That Heaven is my goal,


And while eternal ages roll,


I shall adore the King of Kings!


 Oft times during the day,


In my mind I pray,


And reverently say,


"Lord, You're my true Friend!"


"For in the bright sunlight,"


"In the middle of the night,"


"Or in the heat of the fight,"


"On You I can depend!"


  Robert F. Dotson © 2014











I've noticed of late,


My steps are getting slow.


I've lost my natural gait,


My "get up and go."


My knees won't hardly bend,


And my back is getting weak.


Often I don't recognize a friend,


Until they start to speak.


My mind is not as keen,


As its always been.


Friend you'll know what I mean,


When you approach three score and ten.


I can't sleep at night.


So, I doze during the day.


It just doesn't seem right,


That I would feel this way.


Life has been an uphill climb.


But, soon my journey will be o'er!


For in just a matter of time,


I'll leave for Heaven's shore!


There my youth I shall regain,


In a body pure and whole!


There will be nor more pain!


Bless the Lord, oh my soul!


 Robert F. Dotson © 2014






Does the load of sin you carry,

Have you bowed down to the ground?

Is your mind full of questions,

Yet, the answers can't be found?

You won't find the peace you seek,

In a bottle or a bar.

Jesus can fill your empty vessel!

He will come to where you are!

Do you often feel discouraged,

And it seems that there's no end?

Do you often yearn,

For just one true and faithful friend?

You definitely want to change your life.

But, satan says you've gone too far.

If you can't get to Jesus friend,

He will come to where you are!

Jesus will come to where you are,

In the morning, noon, or night!

He'll pick up life's broken pieces,

And make everything just right!

Although sin is devastating,

And it leaves a lasting scar,

Jesus, the Great Physician,

Will come to where you are!



 Robert F. Dotson © 2014


























Lord, when I consider Your splendor,

With great awe I render,

My utmost heartfelt praise!

You are the Beginning and the End,

Lord of all, and Ancient of Days!

As up life’s hill I climb,

Many have been the times,

When you quickly came to my rescue!

Then, by my side You stayed,

Until a change was made!

No wonder I long to praise You!

Ah, it hurts me to say,

Old friend have walked away,

Leaving me sad and so alone.

However, You took me up,

And with joy filled my cup!

You weren’t ashamed to claim me as Your own!

Lord Jesus, if I fail to see,

Just how good You have been to me,

Please jog my memory I pray.

When I remember where You brought me from,

And how very far I’ve come,

I love You more than words can say!


Robert F. Dotson © 2014





A broken earthen vessel was I,

Cast along life's roadside to die.

There was no peace in my thirsty barren soul.

But, then the King of Glory came in,

And freed me from the debt of my sin!

Now, I'll be His while eternal ages roll!

I know the Master Potter that day,

Could have just tossed me away.

But, He handled me with tender love and care!

Jesus' precious presence I could feel,

As He gently placed me on the wheel,

And I became a vessel of honor there!

Now, I'm a child of the King!

So, praise to His name I shall bring,

As long as my time on earth shall be!

Then, in a Fairer and Better Land,

With the countless millions I shall stand,

In honor to the One Who died to set us free!

Robert F. Dotson © 2013




If tomorrow comes once more I'll rise,
'Neath sunny or even stormy skies,
And thank God for giving me another day!
It will be a day like no other,
With opportunities to help my Sister and Brother,
And sow some seeds of kindness along the way!
Each day I live is Heaven sent!
And this one will be wisely spent,
If I place everything in God's capable hands!
I cannot "do my own thing,"
And please my Lord and King.
His will must be my only plans.
If tomorrow comes I'll face that day,
In very much the same way,
I've faced so many others before.
For, as I step into the unknown,
I shall not be alone,
For I'll enter through Christ, the Open Door!

Robert F. Dotson © 2014









When I come to the end of life’s race,

Having crossed over the “finish line

The track record I must face,

Will be mine, and only mine.

I’ll give account for every idle word.

Even the intents of my heart shall be weighed.

I’ll answer for the truth I’ve heard,

And the decisions I have made.

Being the extension of God’s hands,

Did I help those who were in need,

Or did I have other plans,

To satisfy my greed?

Was I faithful to visit the sick,

And those who were in prison too,

Or was I always very quick,

To say “that’s the pastor’s job to do?”

Did I make a phone call or send a card,

When there was a vacancy on my pew?

Did I always give my all,

The way a Christian is supposed to do?

These questions I will be asked,

When I stand before God’s Son,

And He will “take me to task,”

For anything left undone.


Robert F. Dotson © 2014


Matthew 25:40  KJV And the King shall answer and say unto them,”Verily I say unto you, In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of My brethren, ye have done it unto me!”

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