Calling Home
As a old man lays on his death bed
He can hear The Lord Calling Him Home
He answers but what what bout my family
My grandchildren
My wife and my kids
Little bobby is only three
How will he ever remember me
The Lord answers and saids
You lived your life
You lived to me Eighty Three
Its time you come back home to me
Billy Joe Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon
Counting My Sheep
I look down from heaven each and every day
I see some of my sheep leaving
With that and more coming in
I even see sheep they once knew me
And left but are coming back
So each day I lay back on my Throne
Just watching and Counting Sheep
I'm so thanful to see my sheep on their knees
After I all I died for everyone not just one
And I rose again on the 3rd day
So that you all might have life.
Billy Joe Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon
Days Gone By
Some are happy times
Some wish we could forget
Some we regret
And others we just dont care to mention
The happy times are those we cherish
For some it's playin in the leaves in the fall
For some it's playin in the snow
Each has it's own happy memories
My happy times were spent most in my childhood
Times they I think I could forget
But hope not too
I was young and free
That was a great time
I wish sometimes I could turn back the hands up time
And go back to yester year
It was much simplier than
Didnt have no bills
Didnt have no worries
It was just me and some friends havin fun
Billy Joe Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon
Dear Lord
You have been a friend You were there for me at my deepest You were there at my lowest You know be better than anyone You are always there to lend an hand I could try to tell what all you have done But if I did I would be here all night If it wasnt for your Love and Grace I wouldnt be where I am today I just wanta Thank You Lord I wanta Thank you for always being there when I needed a friend You are an one of a kind friend I could cross the world over and NEVER find a Love As True as Yours
Billy Joe Higdon
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Do You Ever Wonder
Do you wonder if you could go back in time
And chage the mistakes you made
Do you think it would make a difference
Or would you do everything the same
Everyone sometimes wishes they could turn back the hands of time
Maybe stop Father Time from moving just for an instance
But what we sometime deglect to see
Is no matter if we can or not would we actually change a thing
Everyone has made mistakes
Even I
But for every mistake we make we grow stronger
Not only in ourselves but in The Lord
If we didnt have regrets we wouldnt be humans
But only a piece of clay
God moldest us
And made us what we are today
We may had not always followed him
We made had not always lived the life
But God has forgave us for that
But can you forgive yourself?
Billy Joe Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon
This was wrote when I opened up my 1st church
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Opening The Door
As the doors swing open As I look inside the doors I see alot of work ahead But know God will prepare the way If I just lisen to the word that he did say And if I obey My rewards will be greater As I see souls saved And hearts wons over for Christ And as I learn along the way That although I'm the pastor I must become a servant for the master Which is God almighty As I learn along the way Not my will but thy be done As I learn along the way That God is Still working on me I'm not finished yet I make sure everything is going smooth But God opens up the door And holds the keys in his hands
Billy Joe Higdon
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This is from 9/11
Remebering The Day
Its a time that alot of people will morn A day everyone can say That their Life Surly changed A day that will sketch in the minds and in their hearts And thier heart might skip a beat Once they here those children cry why did daddy never come home Why isnt mommy here today And their hearts will come back Go back to the day that their hearts died And the day America Died And the day that they can no longer Give up on daddy's knee On set on those pinao keys With mommy learning them how to play Because they are in heaven With the saints and with God Shouting with glee that they made it While we are still hear picking up the pieces
Billy Joe Higdon
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This was wrote AFTER my grandpa died and just like getting problems out writing can get anger out too My cousin threw up my dead grandpa to me and its safe to say it made me pretty upset exspecially since he had died not long before
You Had No Right
You Had No Right Bring his name up
While you was out popping pill
And smoking dope
And ruining your life
I was with him every breath
I couldnt watch him die
Like I did grandpa a year or so before
So because you spent nights with with
You thought you cared most
Who was anyways there for him
Who did he call on the most
Of his grandsons I was his favorite
You never could stand it
You hated me
Because he loved me
The the rest of the bunch I was the outcast
To papaw I was the best
While you was doped up
I went to church
He even got saved before his dying breath
Billy J Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon
Changing Houses
I'm not changing the rooftops I'm changing houses I'm moving on up as the old saying goes No more mr rude and crude No more sheding of tears Or no more long goodbyes I'm back where I should of been The whole time along I'm back shouting on that rooftops That I'm a chosen called out Child Of The King No more hurting No more tears shall deem my view Cause of here no this new rooftop The view is mighty fine
Billy Joe Higdon
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This was a request from a fellow church friend that I write something bout a Table Fit For A King I had to wait on God to give me the words but here they are He died this year and at his request this was in his casket
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Table Fit For A King
Just like in Revelation Just like in the days of ole Jesus had prepared a supper fit for kings No matter if we are kings or even beggers Even the beggers on the streets Has a place at a table fit for a king And you shall eat with our savior The one that created us And made us anew from the dust of the clay They called us different They even called us the Saturday Bunch Cause we stood for something more Than just a pat on the back Now some of us has moved on Some to bigger and better things As you just set to ponder on days to come While we are livin out our lives But At the very last breath you take In heaven you shall awake Feasting at that table fit for a king
Billy Joe Higdon
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Hear My Voice
Can you see me Can you hear me Is this the way it is surposed to be Hear my voice dear God Hear my plead I know I'm not where I'm surposed to be Things are different now I'm still holding on to that promice You remember when I was just a child You said my mama would be around To see my baby grow Well we are pregnant now And they saying mommy is dying I've gone through this so many times Now I'm too weak to speak All I can do is plead But its still the same me That same boy that came to you for my needs That same boy that was always on his knees Well I back on those same bended knees
Billy J Higdon
Copyright ©2005 Billy Joe Higdon |
Changing Houses
I'm not changing the rooftops I'm changing houses I'm moving on up as the old saying goes No more mr rude and crude No more sheding of tears Or no more long goodbyes I'm back where I should of been The whole time along I'm back shouting on that rooftops That I'm a chosen called out Child Of The King No more hurting No more tears shall deem my view Cause of here no this new rooftop The view is mighty fine
Billy Joe Higdon
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