I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home

This world can be a struggle
Just livin' day to day
You'll run into the devil
With every step you take
I seen his face a hundred times
As he tried to lead me wrong
He don't understand
That I don't walk this road alone

I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home

Lord said I could call on him
When ever I feel low
Any time or place I needed him
He would gladly go
My life has not been perfect
No matter how I try
But he's never turned his back on me
And that's the reason why

I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home

I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home

I'm Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home

This is a sweet song I heard the other day on a CD.   It is my favorite one this week. It is sung by Randy Travis. Go listen to it.

The outlaw was out rustling cow in a torrential down pour

He had been riding for 3 days straight, and his horse was getting mighty sore

They were pushing their contraband across the Mexico line

Running away from the law is how the outlaw spent most of his time

His ma and pa always wondered in their mind how he fell astray

They knelt and prayed for their wayward son every night and day

They had taught him from his youth about God and his son Jesus Christ

And how God's beloved son Jesus had to pay that ultimate sacrifice

The outlaw knew what kind of life he was living

And if he didn't change his life it would be unforgiving

But his name was so great he was known quite well

And how many times he had rustled and robbed no one could ever tell

But this time he was worried for lightning was dancing all about

And he could hear a voice, he thought it could be a shout

Then at that moment lightning struck ten yards from him

He thought this could be it; his life would end in sin

A wicked past unfolded, he thought of all those wasted years

The drunken parties and wrecked saloons and all the stolen steers

But a miracle was preformed that night one that keep him from dying

One that answered his ma and pa prayers because they keep a trying

Thunder spooked his pony and it reared and threw him on the ground

But the outlaw landed in the muddy clay safe and sound

He bolted under a rock to seek some shelter from the storm

He then said a prayer to God to show that he wasn't misinformed

He changed his life around and a pardon he was granted

He was grateful for that wonderful seed that his parents had planted

Forgiven by the love of God a love that will remain

He gave his life and soul that night when the savior beckoned for his name

Jake The Rancher

Jake the rancher went one day

To fix a distant fence.

The wind was cold and gusty,

And the clouds were gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in,

And gathered tools to go,

The temperature had fallen

And the snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup, 

He felt a heavy heart;

From the sound of that ignition,

He knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what most of us would do,

If we would have been there---

He humbly bowed his balding head,

And sent a heart-felt prayer.

As he turned the key the last time,

He softly cursed his luck;

They found him, three days later,

Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life,

And done his share of roamin'

But he was shocked when he saw heaven,

For it looked just like Wyomin'.

Of all the saints in heaven,

His favorite was Saint Peter;

And when Jake got to heaven,

Well, guess who was the greeter?.

They set and talked a minute or two,

Or maybe even three;

There wasn't no one keepin' score---

In heaven, time is free.

"Ive always heard," Jake said to Pete,

"That God will answer prayer.

But the one time when I asked for help,

Well, He just plain wasn't there."

"Does God answer the prayers of some,

But not the prayers of others?

That don't seem exactly right---

I thought all men were brothers."

"Or does He randomly reply,

Without good rhyme or reason?

Or maybe it's the time of day,

The weather or the season."

"Now I ain't tryin' to act smart,

It's just the way I feel.

And I wondered could you tell me,

Just what the heck's the deal?"

Peter listened very patiently,

And then when Jake was done,

There were smiles of recognition,

And he said, "So you're the one!"

"That day when your truck wouldn't start,

And you sent your prayer a'flyin'

You gave us all a real bad time,

With hundreds of us tryin' "

"A thousand angels rushed to check

The status of your file,

But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard

From you in quite a while.

And though all prayers are answered,

And God ain't got no quota,

He didn't recognize your voice,

And started a truck in North Dakota!"

~author unknown~

Seek ye the LORD while 

he may be found, call 

ye upon him while he 

is near: Isaiah 55:6