http://slow.writerscafe.org/rodneyhatchell The original writings of author Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unheardsong en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982333 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If You Look Real Close ( Course) If you look real close into my eyes you’ll see a picture of Jesus there. For everywhere I look to the sky’s the mountain and seas and everything in between I see Jesus the fountain of my life. If you look real close but not at the ragged cloth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1157170/  Perfect Moments In Time    Early in the morning before sunrise, I hear Momma talking to God asking him to guide her in all she have to do. The scent of smoke fills the house will momma per paired the room with heat penetrating off the old potbelly stove for us kids To dress for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1146721/             What  Such  A GemI’ll always see us standing as one.When I look at our son who became  a little of both of us such a gem we have in him.I will never lose my thoughts of you for in his laughter he sounds like you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129086/                         Perfect Moments In TimeEarly in the morning before sunrise.I hear Momma talking to God askinghim to guide her in all she has to do.The scent of smoke fills the house .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129084/                No Greater Love There’s only one creator whom has life to give,and only one traitor that will snatch your eternal salvation away.Jesus hung on the cross to except your sins to cleanse you by his blood ,no grea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129082/                  My SonGod I ask you to visit my son speak with his heart while he lingers closely to a campfire where ever his travels have taken him .Deep in a forest, down a dirt road or  beside a crystal lake. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129076/                    My Christmas GiftMy Christmas Gift you want find under a tree .This year God open my eyes and awoke my heart to see. My Christmas gift I wish too feel the way he feels when he blesses us not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129071/                      MotherMother’s day is a time to honor her.When times are hard with no mindof understanding why.  We retreat to her shoulder’s a waiting pillow to cry upon.She com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129064/                  Love A tender touch from a friend or a stranger can encourage one to love and be loved.People have neglected to tell  there Love ones they are as pure gold to them.When we show concern for othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129062/           Keeper Of  The KeysKeeper of the keys to you shall  I  kneel to my kneesMy Lord is the one I want  to  please.The only one who ever eased my heart aches who dried many tears. I am  troubled for many people who have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129061/                Just  Pass It  OnA man that lives righteously hasmore power in his silent .Than a evil man with all his many  words.For the action of the faithful  in  God is a powerful thing to behold.It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129059/               It Had To Be LoveIt had to be love that freed my soul from eternal death.Anything less wouldn’t have turn the lock to my chains. With each link I forged with a desire to sin for a moment of pleasure that came and we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129058/                   I Forgive YouSome  words are meant to be silent, I hate you.Some words are meant to be heard, I love you.Some words are regrets that I am sorry for, that can’t be whitewashed over. God l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129055/                  His Teardrops Still Fall  There Is No certain time for a friendly touch.There no certain time to share some laughterwhen into someone's life it will mean so much.Why do we wait for the right moment?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129053/ Into His Glory    Life is a treasure chest stored up in your mind.A knowledge you use from your pass ,to direct others around the snares Satan has waiting to steal there innocents. Numerous traps want be expected. Lucifer uses love that’ll trap you in a night of pleasure. A&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129051/                  His Gifts of LoveYour spoken word is a pleasure that abounds in each person who loves you.We fine pleasure in what we see,as the mountains tops turns into snowcaps ,a covering for her head in winter.That.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129047/                         HalfwayWe live in a world with the fallen Arch Angle he fail from  heaven. As he marches across the globe his ways of sin spreads rapid  as a forest fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129046/             Everyday OpenlyI sung into the wind as it whispered my name in the early morning breeze .The Holy Sprite had confronted my soul with melodies the best nature had to offer. The birds was washing in the birdbathnext to the path that le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129045/                   End The Sins Of  Men   His cross is my salvation, my resurrection from hell and the grave.  Jesus saved me from myself when I began wondering into unfamiliar places the Devil created.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129043/                Each And EverydayCome dance in the atom leaves gold ,yellows and browns floating from the trees upon a gentle breeze, tumbling around and around safely landing into fresh plowed field.Little ground squirrel gatherin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129040/                    DreamsTo live a dream is to find a missing  part of yourself .Some dreams are cobwebbed ,burred  deep in back of your brain .  That has been hidden for many  reasons.Becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129038/                             I Am Born AgainI am born again that’s who I‘ve become, I’ve been washed in the blood of the lamb and freed from my sins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129035/                      Anything LessThere is one thing I cast my eyes upon that I can’t pull my eyes off of.What God has done for me thou his son. His charity of love he has most defiantly spoiled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129033/               Allow MeAllow me stand strong when evil is all around me.Allow me to be in your shadowto learn to live in your light. Allow me to barrow your love until I learn to love like you. Allow me to plow and plant theseeds of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129032/                        All He Is All he is I want to be, except for the part at Calvary.I learnt  after a life time of living. Jesus gives it all freely.The very moment I turn my life t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1129030/ Faith In YouGod has faith in you .I am counting on you friend that you can finish the race he appointed for you  he has faith in you..Satan is hard on us ,Jesus will always stay guard over you.Lucifer is weaker his words has notruth nor value only Jesus can offer you that.Satan places trials an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128632/                     Faith In  UsJesus gave us his heart filled with love  he became our redeemer.Over the centuries Satan has enter into mankind it seemed in harmless ways we couldn’t detec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128631/ GOD Is Always Right Those who abide in Jesus are accused of being sinners from those who practice daily the ways of sin.Christians admit they have sinned and come short of Jesus in his glory that’s why we are saved.Lucifer utilize weapons of loneliness, depression he tries to wound there faith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128627/                      Your VoiceI can’t hide from your voice Lord  it has taken over my soulnow that you abide in me .I appeal for you to use me all the days  of my life. Your love simu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128624/          Yes My Life Is Really SpecialYes my life is really  special  for I wassaved by  the king.Who took  the sting of death  far  from  my  soul.He brought me back  from the dead.Then Jesus placed crowns upon my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128623/                                     Which Will It BeAs I seat my mine wonders why would you love me for who I am Lord?With al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128617/         Weep No More Saint Peter  O Saint Peter, O how my heart weeps along with you. Denied Jesus as I have when I was young then an alarm went off in both    our heads what Jesus spoke that the c**k would crow after you denied him.O Peter I kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128615/                    Walk The Walk With JesusSometime it is hard to walk the walk with Jesus.Even when his your close’s companion, It’s hard.We cherish his love and endure the temptation we go though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128612/  Jesus Is Hanging Out With MeJesus is hanging out with me everyday in a world of sinfulness in a world of depressed people.Everyone believing in there own  belief  even if  it’s a empty one,  with no God to call out  too, when life’s burdens over whelm them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128609/    The Scroll It is okay, if you don’t know how to pray.First thank Jesus for showing you the way  to his alter beneath the cross. Don’t make excuses for your sins simply  say I am a sinner. I am ashamed of the life I’d lived before Christ came in, My new name w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128607/                  The Phone Call Hi Dad it is so cold here in Denverhigh up in the Rocky Mountains.The skies are so blue and clear.               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128606/            The Leaves Are FallingThe Leaves are falling dancing in the morning sun.They must hear winter calling no time to run,  no time to run no were to hide, just dancing on the wind for one last ride.Your love  is like the seasons chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128604/                        Sometimes I RecallI am older now yet I still recall how I slain those clouds of dragons hovering above my lady. I was my mothers knight in shinning armor, how she&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128603/           Share Gods WillTo be ideal from Jesus is being dead in your faith.The eyes aren’t responsible whenthe mine does the seeing and the eyes do the thinking and the heartlose its feeling .When we draw on unfamiliar spirit.Wickedness is it&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128598/          Only A  AppetizerThis only a appetizer.This is not my home I am onlypassing threw.My home is in Heaven a place  where I shall never shed another  tear and never feel out of place.Where I'll adore my Savior evermore.   This is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128594/                  On  The Pages Of His WordGod arranged for Jesus to bear my sins.Whispering to my spirit I feel him within my heart.As his word comes from the winds of time.Gods Holy Word have become mine.Surviving&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128588/                    O Judas  O JudasO Judas, O Judas did you ever truly hear with your heart ?The words Jesus spoke?Why did you want Jesus to use his purity   of love to bring evil against man? To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128586/                     O Beautiful So BeautifulI see the cross from where I stand, it is beautifulit invites  my soul to release my sins upon it to  bow before it’s thrown the thrown of mercy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128583/                                 No Cross Will  You  Have To  BearWhile I sat here my mine is filled with all the goodness I have s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128582/       No Paper NeededJesus purified my blood with his, while hanging on the cross.   His mercy triumphed over my sins.     His blood pumps throughout my bodywhich cleaned my soul as we became one.No Paper Needed, my name is written inthe book of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128579/           Never Has HeJesus cries along with me.His tears are mixed with mine you see.Never has he gave me a cold shoulder to lean on.Never has he been unsocial on awful days .Never has he not helped me with my problems.Never has he not heard my prayers. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128577/               My  LifeLike a warm fire in my fireplace .God is my source of comfort .As the study front porch postGod is the host of my soul.Like the big oak tree in my side yard.God will  always be there for me to lean upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128575/               My LoveAllow me to stand in your shadow to learn to live in your likeness Jesus. Teach me to anchor my soul onto yours  until I learn to love like you. Help me to plant your words in the ears of those who refuse&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128573/        My AmericaI can’t get enough of this great land we call America.That awaits my ever longing  desire to journey down her pathways . Into her back roads were few people has ever adventure .  To be blessed with her hidden treasuresof old wagon trails.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rodneyhatchell/1128570/