On this page you will find tribute poems to mothers, fathers, wives, children, friends, pastors, pastors' wives, Sunday school teachers, nursery school attendants, marriages anniversaries, etc.


God, please bless my children
Care for them as they grow
Fill them with your Spirit to
Teach them all you know
Lord, count each hair upon their heads
As they lay down at night
Cover them with loving wing
Until the morning light
Help me be a mother who is
Gentle and is kind
Help me give, help me love
Bring peace into my mind
Thank you for this family
I love them with all my heart
Watch over them when they are with me
Take care when we’re apart
Lord don’t let them stumble
Catch them if they fall
They are precious to me
They are my one and all

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~ Connie K Cameron ~


Today  is a gift of grace.
Share something precious with someone you like. 
Take 60 seconds to be nice to someone.
Rejoice  in the miracles of your life.  Identify one thing you're happy about. 
Be glad you have family and friends. 
SMILE:  Be grateful, you can!


I look back in time,
precious friends gone,
My memories unwind,
Oh how time can drag on.

Over the years I have
Lost wonderful friends,
I would shed many tears,
Just to see them again.

Oh Lord did I tell them
How much I cared,
How precious they were,
And for the friendship we shared?

Friends are like flowers,
they bloom for a season,
They are here one day,
And then gone without reason!

They battled and lost
death stole them away,
at such a great cost
Wish they could have stayed!

I cherished them so
and wish I could again,
But Lord did they know
On their friendship, I did depend?

I see their faces before me,
Years did not take that away,
The precious times we had,
Oh the hope of a New Day!

Lord let us cherish the ones.
Those Gifts that You sent,
Let us not take for granted
The ones you have lent.

Time is not ours,
Only You know,
The length of their days
Oh Lord, help us show!

Let us learn to appreciate,
All You have given,
let us slow down
and not be so driven!

Open our eyes Lord,
dark is the night,
So much beauty around us
But blind is our sight!

Help us enjoy
the Ones who are dear,
They are part of our lives
Oh Lord, keep them near!

Let us cherish each moment,
we spend with our friends,
Never take them for granted,
Or be thoughtless again!

Time marches on,
like a thief in the night,
Before we know it,
they are gone from our sight!

Mary Ann Trott, Alberta
May 11, 2011


We honour our Mothers far and wide,
Those departed or by our side.
Their voices in our hearts we hear,
The wisdom taught us, Oh so clear.

Moms whose hearts beat strong,
We fight with faith and carry on.
While on our knees are heard the battle cries,
The sounds that reach those Heavenly skies!

Other moms took under their wings,
those broken ones who could not sing,
You gave them love, hope and cheer.
You reached inside and calmed their fear.

Mothers are born to bear the sorrow,
We never know what holds tomorrow.
Some lost children and many in pain,
but one day you'll see them once again.

Single moms or adopted mothers,
we carry the weight of many others.
God has placed upon your soul,
Many who are bent, bowed low.

God has placed within a Mother,
A heart that is like no other.
Though times are rough and wounds are sore,
He will heal your pain and heart restore!

For moms whose children they have lost,
God will uphold you at any cost.
One day soon, all this will pass,
You will be reunited with them at last.

To All Mothers, we honor you,
even though are hearts are blue.
To see your face, just once more,
Or hear your voice walk thru that door.

For all Mothers, we did our best,
Now we must leave to God the rest.
Mistakes we made, there is no doubt,
We trust Heavenly Father to turn this about.

Dear Lord, this job is like no other,
Keep us strong, help us recover.
Heal the wounds and lift our pain,
Restore us, Oh Lord once again!

To All Mothers, we honor you so,
Your calling is mighty, here below.
Your love was felt and hearts you warmed,
Though you had to battle many a storm!

Mary Ann Trott,
May 10, 2009



A day set aside,
just with you in
with flowers sent
with love,

With the sweet
scent of heaven
like all the good
things in my life,

God chose you,
you have done
all that the lord
has asked,

Even when He said
that this would
be no easy task,

You have cooked
& cleaned with
very little rest
in between,

You have counselled
me with love,
with thought word
and deed,
with many a prayer
in between,

So lets celebrate
as we share this
perfect day,

Happy Mother's Day.

~ Angela Hickman ~


You are always there for me,
You brought to this world,
And helped to set me free.
I have to say thank-you,
Again and again,
I hope you know it’s true.
You are my mother,
You show me the way,
More than any other.
Thank-you for helping me,
For showing me the way,
Letting me be me.
Thank-you for guiding me,
For pushing me along,
For helping me to see.
You show me my King,
With dad helping out,
I just want to sing.
You are my mother,
Guiding my path,
I’m glad you aren’t another.
Thank-you, Thank-you,
For loving me,
Please know I love you too.

~ Rachel ~
Ontario, Canada


From a large family I did grow,
Through my mom God I did know.
Though our cupboards were nearly bare,
What we had to others we did share.
It took a tin of flour to feed us each week,
Yet half she gave and then my mom’s faith did she keep.
Mom gave half of what she ownded to eat,
Still that tin of flour lasted us all week.
God provided us with food each day,
Giving thanks to God my mother would pray.
A family in need the church did say,
Again my mother gave some of our food away.
With our food to share to church we did go,
But there was something my mother did not know.
The family in need was my family I must say,
And once again God had provided a way.
The gift from my mom is more precious than Gold,
It can not be bought and it can not be sold.
She taught me God’s love each day,
And taught me how to kneel and pray.
This is the gift my mom gave to me,’
I will treasure it through out eternity.

~ Lillian Smith ~
Stockton, California

A tribute to my grandmother who has prayed many prayers for me. Jean Bonin

Hebrews 12:1 "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us."

Somewhere Between Awake and Asleep

Somewhere between awake and asleep
where angels watch and wait and keep
between the dark of night and distant dawn
there are those who cheer me on
just when I think I can’t face another day
I’m tired worn out and smothered by the fray
Then a witness cloud from days I remember
Begin to glow like a burning ember
I remember the lessons learned at grandma’s knee
And all of the prayers ever prayed for me
I’m so thankful for her pleadings on my behalf
As for my victory over evil she would ask
reminding me of the One who tends the my soul
Who saw me broken and made me whole
These memories testify that I must carry on
and face the eminent and rising dawn
I can cast down the darkness because I am free
when I hold the nail scared hands that bleed for me
Then threatening shadows melt into glorious light divine
And Jesus, oh Jesus I’m so glad that you are mine
And somewhere between here and eternity
I trust again the One who gave His life for me

~ Jean Bonin, Alberta ~


Since you already know that I’m not very good at poetry and such,
Just allow me to tell you in my own quaint way just why I love you so much;
It goes without saying you’re very beautiful in every way a woman can be,
But when I look at you there is so much more than beauty and grace that I see;
You were loving and radiant the day we first met, and even more so today,
And what your sweet loving smile does to me, I can’t find the words to say;
If I had searched the whole world over, I know I could never find,
A woman more loving and caring and gentle, and gracious and cheerful and kind;
For forty-three years, some smiles and some tears, you’re always my very best friend,
And no matter what happens I know you’re the one on whom I can always depend;
You’ve given me courage in the hardest of times, when it seemed that all was lost,
And you’ve given your all for me and your family while never counting the cost;
You’ve been by my side for better or worse, forever faithful and true,
And when I can’t count on anyone else, I can always count on you;
Oh, yes we’ve had our share of troubles and trials and stormy weather,
But I’ve always known that I’m never alone, for we’ve faced them all together;
I’m a better man because you are my wife, and yes, you bring out my best,
And I often stop to wonder how one man could be so blessed;
And beside all this you’ve given me three children to adore,
How gracious God has been to me! What man could ask for more?
And although I cherish your beauty and grace, and all the little things that you do,
The greatest reason I love you so much, is simply because you’re you!

With all my love, now and forever

~ Arvil Jones ~

To My Family,
from Dad


Not every man in this old world is nearly as blessed as I,
And if you should ask how I make such a claim;
Well, I’ll tell you the reason why,
But before I can tell you why I’m so blessed;
I’ll have to go back a few years,
For before I became so richly blessed;
There were many heartaches and tears,
And for every heartache, and for every tear,
There is no one to blame but me;
And I often wonder why it takes so long,
For some men to finally see;
That the place in which we now find ourselves,
Is determined by the roads that we take;
And happiness, or the loss thereof, is by the choices we make,
And as I sit here now, writing these words
Reflecting on the years that have passed,
I ask myself as each season goes by; “will this season be my last?”
I recall the days when I was so young, and it seemed life would never end,
And it really didn’t matter at all, what waited around the next bend;
I never dreamed there might come a day, when life would come to a close;
But the Spring was all too quickly gone, like the fading of a beautiful Rose;
And the Spring was soon forgotten, as the warm Summer took it’s place;
And I realized that time was passing at an awfully rapid pace,
And before I could enjoy it all, the Summer was nearly gone;
And all the things I had planned to do had mostly gone undone,
And the few little things that I did accomplish, now seemed so very small;
And it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Summer gave way to Fall,
And Fall has a way of reminding the soul, “You have only one season more”;
Whatever you’re going to do, do it now,
Before Winter closes the door;
And now the cold blast of Winter has come, and I cannot turn it back,
And I feel the pain of its chilling wind, as it howls at my crumbling shack;
But through it all, the snow and the cold, the wind and freezing rain,
My heart still gazes upward, and I dare not to complain;
For though the harsh storm lingers long, and I feel its bitter sting,
I hear a sweet voice from Heaven say; “I’ll give you another Spring”;
Another Spring? My heart replied – another Season of joy?
To romp and play among the hills as when I was a boy?
Oh No, the still small voice replied, You’ll play on Earth no more,
You have far greater things to do, and better things in store;
I’ve granted you this precious time to go and make amends,
To spend more time, and share more love with family and friends;
To say the things you should have said, and to do what you left undone,
So use this Season wisely my child, for it will soon be gone;
And then a soft serenity came over my soul at last,
As I reflected once again on the Seasons that have passed;
And one by one I began to count the blessings I have known,
With all the tender mercies, and love that God has shown;
He gave me a loving family to cherish and adore,
And as I think of them each day, I can ask for nothing more;
So let us cherish every day, to laugh, to love, and sing,
‘Til the Father finally calls us Home, to the Land of Eternal Spring.

~ Arvil Jones ~

Angels Among Us

The hands that give to those in need
The heart that loves in faith and deed
The voice that speaks the truth decrees
These are angels among us.

The common cause to help all those
Whether they be friends or foes
The compassion for all so lovingly grows
These are angels among us.

The forgetting of self to the service to others
The knowledge we are all sisters and brothers
The extra mile is the distance they cover
Theses are angels among us.

The Christ-like spirit to demonstrate
The limitless love from God so great
The disciple who walks so humble and straight
These are angels among us.

Geraldine Henein

I composed the following poem to help celebrate my mother-in-law’s 100th birthday. She’s quite a lady and loves the Lord. After suffering a bad stroke, she has spent the past 10 plus years in a nursing home. At the time of this writing she still has a very sharp mind, and pieces quilt tops by hand there at the home. She still loves to sing her Gospel songs every chance she gets.


One hundred years old and very happy to be
What a wonderful, lovely, and caring lady is she
Today we celebrate the beautiful long, long life
Of a very special daughter, sister, mother, and wife
Many changes in this world, those eyes have seen
Doing laundry, from the rub board to the washing machine
From candles, lamps, and lanterns to electricity
And our cars today are very comfy, compared to the Model-T
Planes, trains, spaceships, and men going to the moon
Radios, T.V.s, microwaves, and indoor bathrooms
You’ve travelled this great country, from coast to coast
However, home is still the place you like the most
Working hard all your life, you still find time for others
Piecing quilt tops by hand, such beautiful bed covers
The funny stories you relate from years gone by
Keep us laughing and bring tears to our eyes
Keep singing those lovely Gospel songs we love to hear
And telling us about God’s love you hold so dear
Your life’s not only a history book; it’s also a love letter
There’s not another person we could love any better
What a milestone this is ONE HUNDRED YEARS
As we all sing Happy Birthday to you, and shed a few tears

~ Jack Sluder ~


All of a sudden it was love at first sight,
I acted on a feeling hoping it was right.
Oh my could this be the one,
He walks with God, believes in his Son.

Through out our courtship, he put God first,
We spent most of our dates going to church.
Now he is proposing, down on one knee
Lord, can I deal with his different personalities.

Please, please, God please help me
Marriage is a commitment, lifelong it should be
I have decided to say "yes"
Praying to God to guide me through the rest

Today is my wedding
I look at who is here
I start down the aisle
My head full of fears.

But as my dear father gives up my hand,
I look into his loving eyes and now I understand
My heart and my fears ease
I know this one is for me.

Ten, twenty, thirty years have gone by
And he never ever made me cry
My husband, my lover, my very best friend
I knew he would be here for me through thick and thin.

No one could ever be as lucky as I,
I have a great marriage with a wonderful guy.
So until that day when death do us part,
He can rest assured he has all my heart.

~ F. Wells ~


Jesus said, It's time my child
For you to pick a Mother
So I looked down on earth
From one to the other

That's the one, Jesus
That woman there
The one with the smile
None other can compare

I know I will love her
I'm excited that she'll be mine
I know she will comfort me
All of the time

When will it be time for us to meet
I know we will make each other complete
Not too much longer, I promise, he said
She'll hold you, kiss you and rock you to sleep

I see all her beauty
How can I compare
You'll be just like her, Jesus said
Same smile, same face, same color of hair

I feel it in my heart
She'll be a wonderful Mother
I'll make her special, he said
I'll make her like no other

One more thing Jesus, before you go
How will I find her, how will I know
Will she know me, Jesus
Will she know that I'm hers

And Jesus said.........

You will be wrapped in
"Lavender and Lace"
You will know her
By "God's Amazing Grace"

~ Lisa H. Brady ~

This poem was written by Lisa Brown for her son, Austin.


Dear God,

I am just a little boy
I don't know how to pray
But please tell me, Lord
Why did you make me this way

He explained,

I gave you no sight
So others could see
That My glory is planted
In the smallest of seeds

I gave you no voice
So others you could teach
That even in silence
I can hear you speak

I gave you a life that others
Would not wish to have
So they would be grateful
Instead of boastful and proud

The body of a child
The purpose of a man
You were lovingly created
To fulfill the Master's plan

So close your eyes, my child
I will give you dreams
For someday you will fly
And you will not need wings

Lisa J. Brown


You held your teddy bear in your arms
soon to dream of Old McDonald’s farm.
Once more Mommy kissed you on the head
but you wanted to read one more book instead.
She sang you a song, soft and sweet
you yawned a yawn almost ready for sleep.
Prayers were said yet you had one more thought:
“When angels come to earth, are they ever caught?”
Mommy smiled and looked at me
and I said God is in everything we see
blessing parents with their child’s love
God watches over all of us from high above.
Now close your eyes my darling
our love you’ll safely keep
and the angel in our arms finally fell asleep.

by Fred Marmorstein, Virginia, USA


Sweet Daughters of Encouragement
come in many precious forms;
wives, mothers, sisters and friends-
so many lives they adorn

Reflecting their Father's heart
in selfless, loving ways
is a thankless task at times
but their heart they must obey

God's underpinnings of grace
often receives not broad acclaim
It's a mother's touch you know
that heals the children's pain

Special words in due season
are like banners of love unfurled
Sweet Daughters of Encouragement
change destinies in the world

You are that inspiration
spoken of in these few lines
When expressing your special gifts
you cause other lives to rhyme!

John Morris


Dear God, I want to know what it is like to raise a girl.
Please give me a baby that we can put bows in her curls.
I could not wait till the birth; the sonogram showed you were a girl,
Which made me the happiest father on earth.

For several months, I dreamed who you will be,
Of the many things we will do together that will bring us much glee.
From tea parties, to slumber parties, to dates with Dad, then boys,
Dear God, give me the strength to walk down the aisle with poise.

Your room is ready; your bed is made.
I am ready with God's aid.
I'll lead you through life with my best to be what you want to be,
But please remember, you will always be my Lacy.

Daddy (Jay w. Mayes), 1999
Texas, USA


Thank you Lord, for all my friends
Each one is dear to me
For all the smiles and glowing hearts
I seem to always see.

They're there in times of good and bad
Their love, they always share
They fill me with unending joy
And show me that they care.

I see them as the shining stars
God placed them there with care
I may not always see their smiles
But know they're always there.

Steven Hanna, 2001  


How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Word of God,
Who sow good seed and meet each need while here on Earth they trod;
Who many times must go forth weeping, yet sowing all the while,
Who even though he's tired and weak, must go another mile;
His love for Christ compels him to find the soul that's lost,
And lead the erring one toward home, and bring him to the Cross;
And when one wayward soul is won, he goes to find another,
To give him faith and love and hope, to call him friend and brother;
And if he finds a wandering sheep who somehow lost his way,
He prays that God will give him the proper words to say;
And it matters not to him how far the wandering sheep has gone,
He follows Christ's example, and leads him gently home;
And when all his earthly work is done, and as this world he leaves,
He goes to Heaven rejoicing, bringing in His sheaves;
And as he enters the pearly gates, knowing his race is run,
He hears his loving Father say, "Well done my child, Well done."

Arvil Jones

This wonderful poem of appreciation was written by Deanna Malawy. She stated, "I wrote this for my pastor’s ordination and used the word PASTOR as an acrostic."


A pastor’s heart is protective
and guards his flock from Satan’s snares.
A pastor’s heart is attentive
and seeks to know his people’s cares.
A pastor’s heart is
and for his sheep will give its all.
A pastor’s heart is tender
and listens to the Spirit’s call.
A pastor’s heart is obedient
and heeds the Master’s commands.
A pastor’s heart is reflective
and considers he is but a man.

Deanna Malawy
Okawville, IL 62271


He walks in the footprints of God
His shoes are greatly worn
From the time he was a child
Heaven knew a pastor had been born

A new church to be founded
Empty pews to be filled
Lost souls to be saved
A humble man to do his will

He walks in the footprints of God
Choosing the straight and narrow
He cares not for his own glory
He is content in the Master's shadow

So he lifts his hands in praise
Falls to his knees in prayer
Embraces every opportunity
The Lord's words to share

He walks in the footprints of God
Heaven's doors his destination
Never minding the unpaved roads
That lead to eternal creation.

Lisa J. Brown


A well spoken message stirs a heart to rejoice
There is nothing like a strong, resilient voice
But when sorrow comes, there is no better gift to impart
Then the gift of a caring, pastor's heart

A loving touch or a kind word
A moment of counsel from God's holy word
A telephone call--after you just heard..,
Is the gift of our pastor's heart.

Lord, bless this pastor
In each new day
Bless his ministry along the way
For fame and fortune can never impart
The precious gift of a caring pastor's heart

Just a servant of Christ
and at times a dear friend
With a desire to love God
To the very end
Tending his flock in the Savior's way
Is the gift of a pastor's heart

Striving to live
as an apostle of Christ
Serving his father giving Godly advice!
Preaching and teaching and sharing the Word
Is the gift of a caring pastor's heart.

Sandra L. Adams, Copyright 2000


Our God has sent you to this place
To lead us in the way
That He would have us work and think
And live from day to day.

No matter the hour; whatever the need,
You go the extra mile -
Always ready and willing to share
A comforting thought and a smile.

We're grateful that you're here with us
To teach us from His word,
And we will try to do our best
In service of our Lord.

We thank you for your ministry,
Your guidance and your care.
His greatest blessings for your life
Is our most humble prayer.

Author Unknown


Our Pastor has a thankless job
In many different ways;
He gets a lot of helpful hints,
But gets so little praise!

The time he has is not his own---
He's not like other men;
Right when he thinks some time is his
There rings that phone again!

Someone is sick or needs advise,
And asks for him to call;
And as God's man they know he'll come,
And hardly mind at all.

The wisdom of King Solomon
Is all he needs each day
To lead his flock and keep them safe
From Satan's cunning ways!

Like Jesus he prays for his sheep---
Prays faith will never dim;
But when we lift our prayers to God
How many pray for him?

So let's be faithful to that one
Who helps us day by day
Let's not forget our man of God
When we kneel down to pray!

---from The Sawdust Trail

Here is another Pastor Appreciation poem:


A small voice in the dark
Whispering to an open heart
My child, My child, listen to Me
And the words to you I speak
My child, My child, feed My sheep

Though I tried to ignore it
The voice wouldn't go away
My child, My child
What are you waiting for
My child, My child, feed My sheep

What do I have to give, I cried
To those who are hungry and lost
To those who stand in the dark
What can I feed Your sheep
Master, Master, I did cry

What do I have to give, I asked
Those who know sorrow and despair
Those who know no hope or love
What can I feed Your sheep
Master, Master, I ask You

Gather together within My fold
My sheep who are hungry and lost
My sheep who are standing in the dark
And with the Bread of Life I give
My child, My child, feed My sheep

Hear My voice upon your heart
Listen closely to what I say
As I fed you with My words
And also with My love and grace, so shall you
My child, My child, feed My sheep

Jackie, from Florida


What a wonderful day
when I sat in your church.
I knew I had found,
What I had long searched.

The answers I longed for
had come from your voice.
As you preached God's word,
I started to rejoice.

What a glorious blessing
The Lord gave to me.
When He sent me your way,
and you helped me to see.

You see Pastor
we had met once before.
As you were comforting my parents,
outside a hospital door.

In that hospital
my nana lay in a room.
Waiting with patience
For the Lord to take her home.

Home to a place
far better than here.
Home to the Lord,
and I knew He was near.

I sat with her
on that very day.
I knew she was leaving,
so I started to pray.

Please Lord, I said
don't take her from me.
I needed her more,
than He did you see.

Or so I thought
and I was wrong.
He was coming for her,
It wouldn't be long.

Dear Pastor
I heard what you said.
As you spoke with my parents,
but I heard with my head.

My heart was not listening
to you on that day.
I was so wrapped up,
in needing her to stay.

Nana did leave us
the very next day.
The angels came down,
and carried her away.

And as the days passed
I pondered your words.
I wasn't listening that day,
but on this day I heard.

The Lord had it planned
when He sent me your way.
And I knew what that plan was,
on that precious day.

He needed me to hear you
and to listen this time.
As you spoke of God's Word,
and this day I did mind.

And as you spoke
on that very day.
I felt the Lord with me,
I found the right way.

I need Him with me
every day of my life.
I can't go this alone,
things wouldn't be right.

I thank God for you
every day when I pray.
I thank Him and praise Him,
for sending me your way.

He knew what I needed
and what I needed was Christ.
and I now know with that,
comes everlasting life.



Use this gift I give, He said.
To call My sheep to Me.
I shall give to you the words to use.
So that they shall see.

Let them know I hear their cries.
That I care for one and all.
I will do what's best for them.
If they will only heed my call.

That first step, so hard to take.
They'll want to run and hide.
Tell them that I'm here for them.
For it was them, for whom I died.

Tell them I can ease their pain.
And I will wash away their sin.
Tell them I can make them white as snow.
They need only let me in.

My pastor took Your gift, my Lord.
Now I rejoice from Thine embrace.
For I feel Your love surround me.
You've filled me with Your grace.

And I thank You humbly Lord.
For allowing my ears to hear.
The love that's in my pastor's voice.
When he talks to you in prayer.

Terrica Jestice


When we thank God for our pastor
We must give Him thanks for two,
For when your husband came to us,
God also sent us you.

A pastor's wife must be many things,
You have many hats to wear;
And we say thanks for all you do
And lift you up in prayer.

You adjust your life to meet the needs
Of your husband's congregation,
And it seems that you can always cope
With most any situation.

Your presence blesses all of us
Who know you from day to day.
As our pastor's wife, you are serving God
In a fine and worthy way.

Author Unknown


We often hear of Heroes
on the news at night,
How someone went into a fire
To save someone else's life.

But, there's another hero
that we never hear about,
Though Her love and dedication
are never in a doubt.

Often took for granted...
Never glorified,
Still she keeps on going
for the person by her side.

She stands beside him everyday
no matter what ... is thrown their way,
For he was called from above
To spread the message of "GOD'S LOVE".

And just as he was called...
She was hand picked too.
for it takes someone Special
to do what she must do.

And thou he may get the Glory
and he may get the Fame,
She will stand beside him in Love
and Help him just the same.

She's the person he turns to
when he needs a friend,
She will always be there till the
"Glorious End".

I would like to take this moment
to introduce to you,
a LOVELY unsung Hero
for whom
GOD hand-picked to spend Her life
The Pastor's WIFE.

Donna Golden, from the U.S. state of Georgia


She's a Godly woman, she has such grace
Always a warm greeting, a smile on her face.
She's always encouraging, she knows her place.
She is - The Pastor's Wife.

She has to always look just right
Always on time, though the schedule's tight.
From early morning, 'til late at night
Always - The Pastor's Wife

She's such a Lady, everyone's friend
She serves with love from deep within.
All the rifts she tries to mend
Oh she's - The Pastor's Wife

She carries your burdens, she prays for you
Sometimes she cries the whole night through.
But you won't know when she's feeling blue,
'Cause she's - The Pastor's Wife

At church as she starts to walk up the aisle,
So many need to stop and talk for awhile.
Though she is tired, she has her own trials
She's patient, she's - The Pastor's Wife

Her life, her time, is not her own
There's always a need, they go on and on
With a knock at the door, or a ringing phone.
That's the life of - The Pastor's Wife

Her husband she shares with a whole congregation
She humbly accepts his intense dedication.
In loneliness she kneels to see consolation
God Bless - The Pastor's Wife

She will someday reach the end of this race
As she meets her Master face to face
Surely our God has a Special Place
In Heaven for - The Pastor's Wife!

Composed and Written by: Judy Dycus, March 10, 1992

A true story of how I slowly over years came to realize how the hills and valley's in her life formed her to fit me like a uniquely, divine puzzle that only an awesome GOD can do. 1 Peter 3:7, Romans 8:28, Eph.5:8-9.


A baby girl was born,
The Lord had blessed that day.
She would be hurt,
She would be torn,
Made in a special way.
Her path was dirt,
Her path was worn,
Bumps in every way.
If she had known,
What pain has grown,
If she had known it's worth.
She would have sewn,
She would have shone,
every minute on this earth.
Well now she's learned,
She's always yearned,
for purpose in her life.
Cause God has burned,
so she may turn,
to the meaning in her life.
Now she is shining,
from all that designing,
that God has done in her life.
Now I am finding,
from all that designing,
Why God has made her,
My Wife.

Ken Pittington
Inwood, West Virginia



There's a time and a place that's special each week,
Where we're eager to learn of the Word that we seek.

The lessons are studied and scripture is read
But let us go back a few days, instead.

Your week is so busy and filled with "to do's"
Like everyone else not a minute to lose.

Your family, your business, work never ending
Your precious few moments you're ever still lending.

But you make the time to prepare for Sunday
When you know someone will listen to the words that you say.

So with God's special guidance, with prayer and with time
You prepare for each Sunday, the Word we can find.

Thank you for giving us an hour each week
Knowing it is the Word of the Lord that we seek.

And today we are blessed and grow more each day
Because you dedicate your love to the Lord in this way.

We wouldn't have Sunday School if it weren't for you.
So today we say thank you for all that you do.

Dania Hann-Lachapelle


Last Sunday was my turn in the Nursery to work
My heart wasn't in it; and my feelings were hurt;
A child from its Mother did not want to part
And it cried at lot with its broken heart

I prayer that soon the hour would end
Then I could relax - no more children to tend
Soon the hour was over - felt good to be free
I said, "Once a month is too much for me"

That very next Sunday as I sat in the pew
A very good sermon but visitors were few
But down came a woman and her soul was saved
And she was that Mother of that crying babe

Then it dawned on me that I had been a part
Of one being saved - giving God their heart
From that day on I never would dread
Working in the Nursery while souls were being fed

~ Author Unknown ~

ANNIVERSARY POEMS - The next series of poems are on the theme of marriages and anniversaries


I see a deeper understanding grow
As the days, months, years, come and go.
I relied upon God's wisdom to marry you.
It was through Him I'd learn to love, I knew.

As I sit here in prayerful contemplation
I realize how very thankful I am to the Lord
That we took time to get to know . . . You and Me
As the . . . One . . . God meant for us to be.

I took that leap of faith, for believing
Only the best would come from our union.
Our marriage may have brought out the worst in us . . .
We didn't stop there though,

We fought the good fight as it states in 1 Timothy 6:11 & 12.
Because of this, we brought out the best in each other too.
I'm so thankful, Dear, I have you to love.
Thankful I am to the Lord, you love me.

What is left to say?
I thank the Lord. He sent you my way.
I thank Him for this, 'our special day'.
I thank Him for 'our marriage'.

I thank the Lord, for 'us' in every way.
Happy Anniversary Sweetheart

Composed and written by Ellen Marie Parker
June 17, 2002

Click here to visit Ellen's website of poems titled "Inspirational Poems" at


One day the Lord said:





And that's how it first started,
that's how it all began:
God made a woman that same day,
and gave her to the man.

So each year you're together,
you both should say a prayer:
To thank the good Lord up above
for making that First Pair.

Connie Hinnen Cook - AR, USA

"And the Lord God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man, and brought her to the man."  (Genesis 2:22, NASB)


Lord, be in this marriage
In a special way,
May we feel Your presence
Each and every day.

Grant us both good humor
To surpass our coming years;
May there always be much laughter
May there always be less tears.

Give us strength and courage
To follow in Your will,
To trust You in the valley
As we do upon the hill.

Give us both the eyes of love
So we'll always see
The goodness in each other,
Secure us, Lord, in Thee.

Give us words of kindness, Lord,
Help us both to live
So our lips are ever quick
In saying, "I forgive."

Give us hearts that beat as one,
Bind us ever near;
May our love grow deeper, Lord,
With each passing year.

Lord, be in this marriage,
Keep our love brand new;
May we love each other, Lord,
The same way that You do.

Connie Cook - AR, USA

"What therefore God hath joined together, Let not man put asunder." (Matthew 19:6)


You'll get a lot of cards today,
But only one from us...
Though 50 years together
Is worth making all the fuss.

You've had your share of ups and downs
And loads of smiles and tears,
But with the Lord and tons of love
You've made it 50 years!

So here's to you, and congrats, too
"God's choicest blessings to you" ~
And may the best years lie ahead
In Jesus, Hallelujah!

Connie Cook - AR, USA

"Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away." (Song of Songs 8:7, NIV)


Lord, grant us the forever kind
That sees the faults, but doesn't mind;
The kinds that says, "I love you still"
If not by feelings, then by will.

The kind that's like Your own love, Lord,
That seeks to serve, not earn reward;
The kind that sees the best in each,
That seeks to pray for, not to "preach."

And when old age should take its toll,
Love, look beyond and love the soul;
Be thou our anchor and our joy,
A steadfast love time can't destroy.

A love-made choice to always stay,
To be there 'till our dying day;
And when death comes to break earth's spell,
Lord, may You tell us, "You loved well."

Connie Cook - AR, USA

"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends..."
(I Corinthians 13:7-8, RSV)


God knows what the future holds
As we go on our way,
And our Lord hears our every word
Before we even pray.

He watches where the sparrow falls
And where each foot has tread,
He even knows the number
Of the hairs upon each head.

He makes the clouds His chariot
And Heaven is His throne,
He walks upon the wings of wind
Where eagle has not flown.

The Lord is clothed with majesty,
He cloaks Himself with light;
He sits upon the vault of earth
And none can match His might.

The Lord's voice makes the deer to calve
And wilderness to shake,
The Lord's voice hews out flames of fire
And makes the cedars break.

The Lord takes pleasure in His own,
Their praise is His delight;
He hearkens to their every cry
And puts their fears to flight.

He bottles every tear we cry,
So special is His care;
He promised not to leave us,
To go with us everywhere.

Creator of the universe,
The Lord of wisdom knew
He blessed me beyond measure
On the day that He made you!

Connie Cook - AR, USA

"I thank my God upon every remembrance of you." (Philippians 1:3)


The day we met, I fell in love,
as I looked into your eyes.
I saw my future staring back,
as my heart began to rise.

You're the woman of my hidden dreams,
my soul mate from above.
The woman who could melt my heart,
with a single touch of love.

I knew you were the chosen one,
that God had chosen first.
Your spirit gave a needed drink,
to one that died of thirst.

I love you when the sun goes down,
and when it reappears.
Your strength I feed on every day,
when facing all my fears.

Your beauty lingers in my mind,
just like an Angel's face.
And the sweetness that your spirit shines,
I carry place to place.

That glow of God, that lies within,
you truly can not hide.
But the outward glow is just a taste,
of what is found inside.

I'm so proud to be your husband,
that I'm bursting at the seams.
You're a sapphire shining in my soul,
you're the treasure of my dreams.

For thirty seven years my world had been,
filled with pain and strife.
But the two years you have been my bride,
have been the best years of my life.

I wouldn't trade one single day,
for the ransom of a king.
Because when I hold you in my arms,
I can hear the Angels sing.

I look forward to our third year now,
as I do my very breath.
In sickness & health, my love is yours,
unto my very death.

But death can't even take away,
all the love that we have stored.
Because you & I have Eternal Love,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

And the love we've shared here on earth,
that set our spirits free.
Just won't compare, to the love we'll share,
through all eternity.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett
Written for...My beautiful wife, Rhonda Barrett
for our second anniversary
Date Written...November 13, 1999


Fathers Day is a precious Day.
They toil and sweat both Night and Day.
Making sure their job is done.
Providing for their family is number one.

Fathers play, protect, and discipline. Their children know when to listen.
A Fathers love can never be measured, just ask God above about his love.
This should be a Day of Rest, for if you have a Father than you’re truly Blessed.

Sis. Monique McNeil-Holloway
June 17, 2006


Some Fathers are quite, soft spoken and firm. Others are bolder, louder and stern. Some Father’s aren’t even around.
Even if you don’t know your earthly Father, just know that God’s still around... He will take away your pain, and he will also dry your tears, and calm your fears. Then he will let you see brighter, and happier days.

But if you have a Father who truly cares and shows you love every single day. Be happy and thank God for all the things he does, and for who he is to you. Appreciate all of the time he spends with you. Care for him as he cares for you. Remember as his child, God’s word is true. Exodus 20:12 is a promise just for you. It matters not what your age is, just follow God's Commandments and give Honor to whom Honor is due...

Happy Father’s Day to all the real Men. Those who stuck it out through thick and thin. Those who stayed around through both the good and the bad. Those who stay and serve Christ and follow in all his ways. Showing your children this value and others everyday. So here’s three cheers for you on your Special Day. May God Bless, Keep and Protect you in all his ways. I will add to this: Bless you in the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost all rolled up into one. Happy Father’s Day.

Sis. Monique McNeil-Holloway
June 17, 2007


It’s Your Fault

It’s your fault, dad, for the way I’m living
I’m serving the Lord, my life to Him I’m giving

You taught me to put the Lord first in all I do
Any problems I may have, He’ll see me through

You taught me, by your life, to let the Lord be my guide
In any problem, or stormy weather, He’s there, right by my side

I’ve found that living for the Lord is an everyday thing
Daily praying, believing, and singing praises to the King

So, dad, for the way I turned out, the spotlight’s on you
And, I hope my children can say that about their dad, too

By Jack Sluder
Fayetteville, AR
June 17, 2007

Dad passed away January 2, 1980, but his teachings continue.


A child won't likely find
A Father in God above,
Unless an earthly father
Models God's pure love,
By what he may say and
What he may do,
Anchored by faith,
Christ being the glue.

...bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord. Eph 6:4


When I think of what a Father means,
I think of what I'm not.
And I can't pretend to comprehend,
all the lessons you have taught.

I have always dreamed of a Fatherhood,
that I would undertake.
Yet this blessing of God has passed me by,
but all for Heavens sake.

It takes a special kind of man,
to win at Fatherhood.
Like a man who stays through thick & thin,
like every Father should.

Providing for the ones he loves,
through sacrificing years.
Not giving up in trying times,
regardless of his fears.

A teacher with his very life,
to guide his children well.
Forgiving them, mistakes they've made,
quoting wisdom when they fail.

Knowing that a Fathers job,
don't end at eighteen's door.
And examples that you set for them,
will live forever more.

So as I think upon these traits,
I guess the Lord knew best.
He must have known I'm better off,
with just an empty nest.

But if one day he sees me fit,
to bless me with a Son.
I pray to God, I lead him well,
like you have always done.

Written by.. Timothy Jon Barrett
Written for.. William R Barrett


Mothers and Roses are much the same, both are God's Masterpieces, each with a different name.

A mother is someone you can always look up to no matter how tall you grow.

Here are two Mother's Day poems written by Sis. Terri Monique McNeil-Holloway:

Happy Mother’s Day

H= Hope and Dreams Mothers have for their Children.
A= the Advice that Mothers give to Children.
P= Prayerful and Powerful is what Mothers are.
P= Promises that they make and keep and sometimes the Pain that they receive in return.
Y= Youthful Beautiful Women of Christ.

M= Maturity that Most Mothers have and poses.
O= Optimistic; Mothers believe that with God all things are possible and because of this everything will be all right.
T= Talk for Mothers will talk to you about anything and everything and they will talk you through things as well, for they have been there too.
H= The Happiness and Joy they feel about their Children.
E= Everyday and every minute you have your Mother count it as a Blessing.
R= Mothers are Reliable and they deserve all of your Respect.
S= The Sacrifice, Self-lessness, Strength, and Good Stewards over what the Lord has given them their Children. some of the characteristic that help to make and define a real Mother.

D=Dependability and Dedication.
A= All ways there when you need them.
Y= Years of Service and Sowing Their job is 24 hours a day; 7 days a week, and 365 days a year.

~ Sis. Terri Monique McNeil-Holloway ~


I= Individualized Self Journey along this Christian Life.

L= Loving in every way, never any cause for strife. You’re love of Life. You’re Laughter and sense of Humor, because we almost lost you two years ago to a Heart Attack.
O= Open, Honest and Selfless.
V= ( Being) A Virtuous Woman of God.
E= (Believing in the) Everlasting Promises of God.

Y= (Growing more) Youthful, Younger, and more Beautiful in God every day.
O= Obedient to the word of God and all his ways.
U= Undercover Giver-Given directly and quietly from the Heart and not for gain or Recognition.

M= The Many things you are and do for people.
O= Oil, Prayer, and the Anointing that comes from You.
M= Meek and Humble in Spirit, but Strength of Character and Quietness.

Dedicated to my Mother and Best Friend Alberta G. McNeil

By: Terri Monique McNeil-Holloway
May 3, 2007

Here are two poems of tribute written by Jack Sluder from
Fayetteville, AR.


A Pearl of Great Price

Mother is the potter, we the clay
Molding our lives in a Christian way
The Rights from Wrongs of life she’s taught us
Showing the tender love of Jesus
Going beyond her call of duty
She’s a gem of rare beauty

A nurse, cook, and a whole lot more
A shining example to adore
Her prayers, tears, laughter, and smiles
Make unpleasant things seem worthwhile
Valued more than silver and gold
A beautiful gem to behold

Like a pearl, she’s a jewel rare
Her love shining beyond compare
A treasure of Gods’ creation
Deserving of our adoration
A woman of love and sacrifice
A gem of gems; A PEARL OF GREAT PRICE.

Jack Sluder
Fayetteville, AR


She Showed Her Love in Many Ways

My mothers’ love is strong and true
Not a thing for me she wouldn’t say or do
Her very last dollar she would give for me
Or spend all night in prayer, an intercessor be
Discipline, didn’t seem to bother her very much
She used anything handy, a ruler, tree limb or such
We were never overdosed, I must truly confess
Even though we felt punished, we really were blessed
When it was time to eat, we always seemed to have food
It wasn’t always steak, fried chicken sure was good
Sometimes our clothes may have been patched
But, most of the time, I’m sure they matched
Yes, my mother loved me, and showed it in many ways
And some of the best is when she’d pray
She taught us to pray, and sing “Jesus Loves Me”
“This Little Light of Mine”, and, “Oh Say Can You See”
I’m so glad for the many ways mom showed her love to me
She taught us about Jesus there at her knee
And all through my life from my birth until now
The signs of her love keep taking a bow
Those little seeds of love she’s sown keep sprouting
My mother loved me, no, no doubting

Jack Sluder
Fayetteville, AR
May 13, 2007


When I was young and in my prime
For Jesus, I had no time.
My Mother would pray and cry;
I would only wonder why.

Always seeking pleasures in sin,
Caring nothing for my life within,
My Mother would pray and cry
And I would wonder why.

I would go out at night;
Coming home, there'd always be a light.
My Mother would pray and cry
And I would wonder why.

Now that I am grown
Have a family of my own
So it is that I know why
Mother would pray and cry.

Thank you, Mother, for your prayer,
And all the love you share.
Now it is I that pray and cry
No longer do I wonder why.

Now Mother that you are gone
All the battles fought and won
You no longer need to pray and cry
For I will see you there by and by.

Jesus, new life to me He gives,
For in my heart I know He lives.
That is why you would pray and cry
And I no longer wonder why.

Dallas Renicker

A Mother’s Day Poem


After the saints are taken
And the roll is called
After those who’ve cried
As sins are recalled…

Have their tears wiped away
By God’s own hand
He’s crowned his children
He’s rewarded their stand.

Yes after all this
While eternity rolls
There’ll be time to reflect
During heavenly strolls…

On what might it have been
That contributed most
To our being here
With the heavenly host.

And as we recall
Our earthly life
The joys and sorrows
The struggles, the strife…

Yes as we reflect
On those earthly few years
On who gave us life
Made us laugh through our tears.

One name comes to mind
As I reflect here above
On all of her caring
All of her love…

She is the one
There can be no other
Heaven’s scrolls reveal
It’s you… mother.

The author did not want his name credited. Although it was written especially for his mother, he felt it applies to ALL Godly mothers.


God made mothers in his image,
He molded every part,
He gave a little extra
When he made a mother's heart.

He knew when he made mothers
to give an extra share
of love and understanding,
and a heart that really cares

He gave them a special smile
as if kissed by the golden sun,
He put a twinkle in their eye,
and then He said well done.

But when He made you mother
You were the greatest one by far
and I wouldn't change a single thing
for you're perfect the way you are

Carolyn "Banker" Harris
Tecumseh, Oklahoma

Here is another appreciation poem by Carolyn


I'm not worthy of a Savior
who gave this life to me
or of a precious mother
who rocked me on her knee.

I'm not worthy of the pain
He felt upon that tree
or the agony my mother felt
when she gave this life to me.

I'm not worthy of the love
they both have given me,
Her love it gives me courage
His love has set me free.

I know I fail them both at times
by things I say and do,
but even when I fail the test
their love always stands true.

Carolyn "Banker" Harris
Tecumseh, Oklahoma


God hand-picked you to be my mom;
(I knew this from the start)…
And no one else can ever fill
Your place inside my heart.

Many times I've failed to see
How much you've done for me...
or how you gave your very best
So sacrificially.

But Mom I need to tell you,
How very much I've grown…
I know you've place my needs above
Any needs you had alone.

You've been the greatest mother,
My teacher and my friend…
You've shown me what it means to give,
(And give and give again.)

I'm thankful for you, Mother,
Much more than I can say…
All my life, you'll be with me
And your love will guide my way.

Our souls are joined together
In a bond that will not stray…
You and me, our spirits free,
Forever and a day.

Jill Lemming Ohio, USA


God knew we needed mothers
Whose tender, loving care
Would faithfully enfold us
In the warmth of daily prayer;
And on this day we thank God
For the gifts that mothers give
That strengthen and sustain us
And bless each day we live.


A mother's hands are gentle,
As she wipes away our tears;
A mother's arms bring comfort
As she helps us face our fears.
A mother's heart is loving -
A true reflection of
The peace found in our Savior
And His everlasting love.


Mother of mine,
Light of my soul,
ever inspiring me
to higher goal -

You who are
so dear to me,
when I look at you,
what do I see?

I see a woman, yes,
but more, by far,
sunshine and moonlight
and a star.

I see human feelings,
joy, pain and fear,
a gentle smile
and a hidden tear.

I see strength, too,
and the courage to be meek;
a helping hand
to those who are weak;

A kindly word
a spring shower,
the song of a bird
and a dewy flower.

I see a soul shining there
that can only be true and fair;

The soft music
of a dear old hymn,
a heart full of love
blest by Him.

I see sacrifices
made for me,
and dreams imprisoned
that mine might be free;

A Mother whose motto
o'er life's stormy sea
is "Jesus, Savior,
pilot me."

Robert Church


My Mother is a gift sent from God,
whose Love will never end.
A Love that knows no boundary lines,
this child's dearest friend.

My Mother has cried and wept for me,
when my hope was all but lost.
She will intercede, for her precious seed,
and never count the cost.

My Mother's faith is firm in God,
a find so sweet and rare.
Always praying for me to be set free,
a warrior strong in prayer.

My Mother's prayer is the reason why,
I am serving God today.
She would reel me in, I could feel within,
every time I'd go astray.

My Mother is perfect in my eyes,
and God's work still isn't done.
No one could replace that precious face,
that smiles upon her Son.

My Mother is selfless to a fault,
but I'm glad that fault is mine.
Always kneeling to pray when I lost my way,
as a lighthouse she would shine.

My Mother is one of a kind, you see,
though my bias may be clear.
Nothing can compare to the Love we share,
and the bond that brought us near.

My Mother will never fully know,
how much she is adored.
My debt is grand, for her Godly stand,
and her service to the Lord.

My Mother will hear from God one day,
Dear Lola, you have won.
Your prayers I heard, with your spoken word,
please save my Timmy Jon.

My Mother will be so proud to see,
her son arrayed in white.
Her answered prayer, just standing there,
and precious in His sight.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett
Written For.. Lola Anna Barrett (My Prayer Warrior)
Date Written.. August 25,1999


I have a guardian angel,
Who watches over my head,
And scares away the monsters,
That hide beneath my bed.

I love her with all my soul,
I love her with all my heart,
Because she is so pretty,
And very, very smart.

She sings like an angel,
And handles things so calmly.
I am proud of the fact,
That this angel is my mommy!

Sent in by Lisa


Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
and on my cheeks sweet kisses pressed?
          My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet hush-a-by;
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
          My Mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
          My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
          My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
          My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's Holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
          My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
          My Mother.

Ah no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
          My Mother

When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
          My Mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
          My Mother.

For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If every I should dare despise,
          My Mother.

Mrs. Gilbert's Original Poems

Hi, my name is Margarita. I am 14 years old. Can you please put my poem on your web site? It's for my mom.


I thank you Lord for,
for all that you have brought to me,
sending me to earth,
where I'll have a mother so sweet.
As I lay and pray,
I thank the Lord for all the joy,
he brought to me.
Thinking to myself,
"how could this be a life,
so gentle and free,
with my family so rare!
I thank the Lord,
from up above for sending an,
angel so sweet and kind,
who is my mother,
I cherish with my life!


The ability to speak and reason is no longer my mother's portion in life. My dear mother who raised 4 children and taught us all to love the Lord above all else now sits in a home patiently waiting for the Lord to take her home.

Recently while visiting my father, my wife and I were looking through old photo albums when I came across two albums full of Christian poems that my mother had collected over the last 30 years. I did not know they existed. My mother was a Christian as long as I can remember and these poems reflect her love for the Lord and her desire to be with Him.

Mom moved into the nursing home on May 6, 1996, one day after her 76th birthday and two days before her and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary. It was a very sad time for the entire family. Over the years she had made a number of beautiful pictures by needle point. When asked which ones she would like to take along to put on her walls, she stated "none of them because they are not from God!" She only wanted things that reminded her of her Lord. And to the day until the disease silenced Mom's lips, she never hesitated to state that her only desire was to be with the Lord. Well, Mom's wish has been granted! She passed away February 6, 2003 with her family around her bedside.


If I were granted one wish today,
and I knew it would come true;
I'd ask the Lord for a little time,
to speak alone with you.

To hear your voice like it used to be,
so soft, so quiet, so clear;
That voice which has been silenced,
during these last few years.

To hear you sing those old-time hymns,
that speak of Jesus' love;
And have you read the Bible,
with a message from above.

I know my wish will not come true,
and that is all right too;
For I treasure all my memories,
of the mother I once knew.

So I thank God that when I visit,
and hold your hand in mine;
I see a peace upon your face
I see my Lord divine!

John Gilson

Click here to visit a web page filled with wonderful and moving Alzheimer poems written from the heart by caregivers, family members, and Alzheimer's victims.

Written by Patricia Osborn Orton as a tribute to all mothers with Alzheimers.

Far away in another world
She sits and stares each day.
Vague memories of yesteryear
Have all but faded away.

Days we spent when I was young
Still linger in my mind.
So precious are those memories,
But for her are left behind.

It breaks my heart to see her so
But I know with all my heart,
That He will gently lead her
When it comes her time to part.

Please, Lord, just give her comfort
And when she reaches Heaven's shore,
I know she will be whole again -
In perfect health forevermore.

Thank You Lord For My Precious Mother.
December, 1999

Patricia has an outstanding website. You can visit her at: Angelwings - Giving God The Glory!


God made the world
with its towering trees
Majestic mountains
and restless seas
Then paused and said,
"It needs one more thing
Someone to laugh and dance and sing
To walk in the woods and gather flowers
To commune with nature in quiet hours."

So God made little girls
With laughing eyes and bouncing curls
With joyful hearts and infectious smiles
Enchanting ways and feminine smiles,
And when He'd completed
the task He'd begun
He was pleased and proud
of the job He'd done
For the world, when seen
through a little girl's eyes
Greatly resembles Paradise.

Betsey Clark


Hair so fair, Eyes so blue,
GOD granted my wish, When
he gave me you ....

Hands so tiny stretched in the air
Like angel wings they reached for the
stars ....

Eyes twinkling like diamonds
Smile so sweet .... Dimples showing
At the slightest wink.

Now you are a woman, Bright as
can be .... All grown up and a wife to be
Love to you both and many years
of happiness

Your Mother
Written By Alexandria Morea


Written To My Daughters
For Mother's Day 1998

I remember a little bundle
I once held within my arms;
A bundle of joy and wonderment
With captivating charms.
Your tiny fingers held my heart's cords;
Your little giggles were my life's song.
And from broken dreams to skinned up knees,
I tried to help when things went wrong.
Then all too soon as time went by
You grew up before my eyes;
Leaving behind the dolls and toys
You began to notice guys.
Then came the dating, then future planning;
Now you have children of your own.
And each of you now regally wear
Motherhood's priceless crown.
So to my Daughters I write this ode,
Trying to find the words to say;
You were a Gift from God back then,
And you still are today!

Kathryn Souza-Wine

To My Grown-Up Son

My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun
I'd say, "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side
His precious secrets to confide,
The picture books are put away,
There aren't any games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy now lie still
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to!

Here is an anniversary poem.


We met so very long ago
We were young back then.
Close your eyes for a moment
Remember that day when.
We stood there together
and promised for all time.
I would always be yours
and you'd always be mine.

We made our vows together
And to God up above
To Love, Honor, and Cherish
To always walk in Love.
To be the kind of Christians
He wants us to be.
To make a life together
and raise a family.

Now our children have their children
and their children also do
And still we are together
In a love thats tried and true.
A Love that has known happiness,
A Love that has known tears
A Love that has seen God at work
In our lives year after year.

We took our fears and pain to Him
He mended them with care
And when it came to Blessings
We had a lot to spare.
God has been so good to us
Thanks does not seem enough.
Even in troubled times
When things were kind of rough.
Knowing He was there beside us
Every step of the way
Gave us courage to go on
day after day.

On this anniversary
We celebrate today
Let us not forget
To bow our heads and Pray
He Promises Eternal Life
His promises are true
Turn to God with open heart
And He will walk with you.

Cynthia J. Mackenzie

MY DEAR FRIEND (Philippians 1:3)

One day Christ came to my heart,
He told me to close my eyes,
He said He had something for me,
A wonderful, splendid surprise.

Wrapped up in a friendly smile,
Christ lay His gift in my hand.
I accepted it with a curious look,
I didn't quite understand.

I felt a soft nudge from the Lord,
I didn't know what to do.
When I opened my eyes what was my gift?
My dear friend, it was you.

Irene E. Kurtz
Warren, Ohio

Here is a poem I have penned in thanks for Our Lady's visits over the last 20 years in Medjugorje. (20 years on 25 June 2001):


Sweet Advocate of souls in need
Queen of Peace, Blessed Mother indeed
You to whom we give our daily petition
Be our safeguard against the road to perdition

We pledge our lives to Your messages of love
Assist us in pleasing Him from above
In You our faith is magnified
Through You may His name be glorified

Your life You give to the people of Earth
You daily toil to make creatures of worth
Great is Your task to undo Satan's deceit
Your endless grace, though, ensures his defeat

Never leave us, Compassionate Mother
As we love God, teach us to love our brother
In You our faith is magnified
Through You may His name be glorified

For 20 years You've kept us in awe
Hopefully You'll continue to visit us some more
God's plan to save many is plain to see
Because Medjugorje's messages are setting many free

Continue to see us, then, Purest of Grace
Your influence is saving the human race
In You our faith is magnified
Through You may His name be glorified.

Bob Gill, New Zealand

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