ENCOURAGEMENT POEMS

--TO GOD BE THE GLORY--

AMAZING LOVE

How is it that the blind could see
That the lame could walk
That the deaf could hear
And the mute talk

How is it that the sea obeyed
And that the nets were filled
How could the prophets know
That The Son was destined to be killed

How is it that the wise men came
To praise the newborn King
How on earth were shepherds picked
To hear the angels sing

How is it that King David
Could write about the cross
Knowing that Messiah's sacrifice
Would signal Satan's loss

How is it that the leper
Could see his hands made clean
How could it have happened
And what could it mean

How could His chosen people
Turn upon The Son
And let a ruthless killer free
As they scourged The Holy One

How did the water turn to wine
And how was the stone rolled away
How could He speak so assuredly
Of how He'd rise that day

How is it that the veil was torn
And that a virgin bore a Son
How amazing that He'd die for us
So our victory could be won

How is it that Lazarus rose
And that He walked upon the sea
How could He forgive the tormentors
As He hung upon the tree

How is it that Bethlehem was chosen
That His birthplace was foretold
That John The Baptist spoke of Him
In words so sharp and bold

How is it that His disciples fled
On that fateful night
Only to die a martyr's death
Convinced that He was right

How is it that we go on living
As if His words weren't true
How amazing that He still awaits
Sinners like me and you

Mike Hall, Colorado

FORGIVEN AT LAST

Forgiven at last, praise God I am free
of long lasting sins that have binded me.
I gave them to Him on bended knee,
and He erased them eternally.
He entered into my tattered soul
and made it beautiful and completely whole.
I'll thank Him and praise him till He comes for me,
and then go with Him forever free

Melinda Dean ©2008

Here are three well-written and inspiring poems by Belinda van Rensburg.

BLESSED STORMS

During stormy weather
Clouds seem to lose their glow;
Gathering together
They darken Earth below.

The leaden sky explodes;
Rain pelts the ground with force
Threatening to erode
The soil without remorse.

Clouds rumble, roil and moan;
Lights split the sky in two;
Earth's creatures hide and groan
Birds bid the air adieu.

Though dark clouds hide the sun;
Though they are glum and gray -
Without them we're undone
For they send life our way.

They're smiled on by the Son
He formed; sent each of them;
A blessing every one;
A mystery to men.

Bringing much needed rain
Enabling life to grow;
Though storms can cause much pain
We need their blessed flow.

When storm clouds gather close
And life seems dark and bleak;
When foes attack; oppose
Leaving us battered; weak.

Remember that each cloud's
A blessing in disguise -
Sent by God; allowed
To strengthen; make us wise.

~ Belinda van Rensburg ~


THE SHEPHERD KING

As night time cloaked my velvet dream
I heard Him call your name
He said “I Am the Shepherd King;
It was for you I came.

It was for you that I was born;
It was for you I cried;
It was for you my flesh was torn;
It was for you I died.

I thought of you and gave my breath,
Yes, I want you to know
It was for you I conquered death;
It was for you I rose.”

Ensconced within my dream-cocoon
I heard Christ call your name;
I pray that you will choose Him soon;
It was for you He came.

~ Belinda van Rensburg ~


THE DUSTY OLD BOOK

A dusty, musty Book lies there
On the bookshelf by my chair;
Long forgotten and untouched
(certainly not cared for much)
For years unopened and unread;
God's Living Word; our Daily Bread.

I dust it off and turn the cover,
Inside is writ 'With love from Mother'.
Intrigued I turn page after page
And read about a long-lost age;
A time before the world began
When angels fought and fell and sang.

Then the Great Creator made
All that exists: the man and maid.
Their sin doomed those who were born after;
Sweat and tears instead of laughter.
Evicted from their fruitful home;
Satan left loose to rule and roam.

People turned away from God -
As a result they felt His rod;
Repenting just to sin again
Returning every now and then;
But though they were twelve faithless clans
God loved them 'cause of Abraham.

A promise made; foretold of old,
A covenant kept; the Savior sold
For silver with a traitor's kiss
And Blood that flowed because of this.
The veil was torn; men are reborn
Earning on Earth the lost souls' scorn.

The Lamb of God enthroned on High
Will one day meet men in the sky
To take them to a better place
Where they will see Him face to Face;
Then comes the dreaded Judgment Day
Of those who lost the Only Way.

The Book teaches all this, and more;
What is, will be and came before.
Don't do what I did; it was wrong
Please read your Bible; don't wait long -
The message of God's Word's profound:
Search for Him while He may be found.

~ Belinda van Rensburg ~

JESUS THE SAVIOR

Jesus was born one day many many years ago
And though it was so long ago his light is still aglow
He grew up as a boy and then he was a man
And did many miracles that only the Son of God can

He carried his cross to Calvary to suffer and die and bleed
So that everyone who believes on him would be with him indeed
He went back to his place in heaven from which he came
And loves every person ever born, man, woman, and child the same

If you want to go to the place he has prepared for all who believe
Just ask him to be your Savior and your sin you'll try to leave
He will come into you heart and forgive you of all your sin
All that he asks is a place in your heart for him to enter in

If you ask him into your heart, he'll never lead you astray
He'll be in your heart forever and be there forever to stay
You will be God's child forever and always have a friend
He will love you no matter what and be with you to the end

You'll have a reservation in heaven that can be never taken away
His salvation is a free gift, you can never earn it in any way
Though the world is full of trouble on every side and war
When he calls us home to heaven, we'll be safe forevermore

Matthew 1:21, "And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins."

~ Cindy Wyatt ~

Here are two poems of encouragement written by Leon I. Miller. To read more Christian poems on a variety of topics from this gifted writer, please visit www.hopecrc.ca/LeonaMillerPg1.htm

AN INSIGHT OF HEAVEN

If you want to know more of Heaven
And what it will be like to be there
Read Revelations…Chapter twenty-one
Then study Chapter twenty-two with prayer.

It will be a beautiful home far away
There is no darkness and Jesus is the Light
No sin can ever be welcome there
Someday, we will take a Heavenly flight.

Prayers will not be needed anymore
We will praise Jesus forever, instead
Our Faith will be turned to sight there
No death can enter and no tears shed.

No lonely hours of night will be known
No sickness or pain can ever be there
Those with one leg or no legs at all
Will walk again with no trials to bear.

Murmurings and complaints will vanish
Those dark clouds of grief will be no more
The weather will be just right for everyone
Oh! The Joy to be on Heaven’s bright shore.

We will see Jesus, our precious Savior
Praising Him with the Angels too
Then we shall meet our loved ones again
Someday, when life here, is through.

Leona I. Miller


FAITH WILL CONQUER

If you are going through a trial
And the burden is heavy for you
Surrender it all to Jesus
He knows what to do.

Increase your Faith every day
Keep pressing on and be strong
Faith will conquer every fear
God can fill your heart with song.

Even when you are so weary
And when tears dim your eyes
Trust in God to bring you through.
He is with you and hears your cries.

When discouragement touches your mind
And your heart aches with pain
God will lift the hard times from you
Be patient as He restores you again.

Pray to God for every moment
Lift your voice up in praise
It will help to lift your spirit
Let Him guide in all your ways.

Leona I. Miller

Gary Wiggins wrote the following poem and writes "Here is a poem I wrote about my struggle in some of the darker times of my life and how an old friend introduced me to Jesus. I tried to write this in a way that conveyed my personal struggle. Particularly important I think is the way my discovery of the Lord initially felt both exulting yet strange. Hopefully others will learn from my experience."

DARKNESS IS BEHIND ME

I was a desperate junkie in a foreign land,
Before I was comforted by His hand.
Alone and scared in this evil place,
I turned to a man of a different race.

He was recommended to me by a good friend,
"Satisfy Him and your quest for drugs will end."

My friend was right; He fulfilled all that I craved,
But there was always a price for what He gave.
He gently told me to drop to my knees,
Then whispered "close your eyes; prepare to receive."

"My God help me," I screamed up at the sky,
But with the darkness behind me I began to cry.
Sobbing into the pillow, I felt so ashamed,
That this dark passage into me had become so inflamed.

Just like that the pain disappeared,
I was left feeling content but a little bit weird.
"See that wasn’t so bad," He said to me,
"If your need for drugs returns, same place, same fee!"

~ Gary Wiggins ~

HOMELAND SECURITY

I am a citizen of a great and holy nation
with perfect homeland security
Someday I will go to that far off glory land
and live throughout eternity
The citizens of this nation are peculiar people
from different places on earth
They are all the people who know Jesus
and have experienced the new birth

My homeland security keeps me safe
from all danger and harm
And someday I will be in my homeland
comforted by God's arm
There will be no need for armed guards
or policemen in that land
For there Jesus the Savior will be the light
in that place so grand

Jesus is preparing our homeland
and safe haven of rest
Where all the saints in Glory
will be forever eternally blest
We will be there with our Savior
forever in that wonderful place
After we have traveled life's short journey
and finished the race

I Peter 2:9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people ....

By Cindy Wyatt

MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND

My times are in Thy hand. Psalm 31:15

My times are in Thy hand,
Such grace to sustain my way,
Trusting all to what Thou in wisdom planned.
Our Lord knows our need day by day.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such guidance to direct my way,
Depending not on what I understand,
But on Him Who keeps me lest I stray.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such goodness to bless my way,
Providing from Thy storehouse at Thy command
Thy sweetness in glorious display.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such glory to delight my way,
Displaying the riches of that Heavenly Land,
That shall be mine when I am there to stay.

~ GENE GRIFFIN ~

Gene is a gifted Christian poet and has written many encouraging and inspiring poems. Click on the link below to browse through his collection of wonderful poems written to the glory of God.

Poems by Gene Griffin

JESUS CAME TO SAVE

Jesus came not to call the righteous
but sinners to repent
When he left heaven to come to earth
that was his sole intent
It's not the people who are whole
but those sick who need a physician
Jesus came to save sinners
That's why he gave the great commission

He told us to go into the all the world
and preach the gospel to every creature
Jesus came to the world to save sinners,
not just to be a good teacher
He died on the cross for all the sins of the world
that those who would on him believe
and trust his shed blood for remission of sin
would his free gift of salvation receive

To receive this wonderful gift of eternal life,
you only need to look to Jesus and live
He has already paid your sin debt
and is ready and willing to forgive
Jesus loves you so much
that he suffered and bled and died
If you've never asked him to be your Savior,
then today is the day to decide

Jesus died, was buried, and rose again the third day
to save you from going to hell
That is the gospel story
the greatest story ever to tell
You only need to trust Jesus with your heart
and ask him to be your savior
He'll forgive you of all your sin and write your name in heaven
and give you abundant life and so much more

John 3:36 He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.

Cindy Wyatt, Michigan, USA

IT TAKES TWO

Instruction from the word is what we need,
Grasp that knowledge put it into practice in truth and deed,

Swallow your human pride being innocent in wrong doing and humble,
Making the word your sword and shield so you cannot stumble,

Be disciplined, also clever in all that you say,
Giving away Christian examples every single day,

Treasure your time with God he cares how you feel,
Remembering you can never pray too much make it real,

Then a relationship will blossom no matter what the task,
Don't forget all you have to do is ask.

~ Cathy Acord
Arkansas, USA

THE VALLEY

Yea, though I walk through the valley... Psalm 23:4

Lord, I asked for mountains,
But You gave me the valley;
I asked for blessed fountains,
But You gave me seasons dry.

Lord, I asked for the level plain,
But You gave me the low place.
I asked for freedom from pain,
But You gave me grace to bear.

Lord, I asked for the cool breeze,
But the sweltering heat You gave.
In the valley You brought me to my knees
That I might beheld the Lily there.

Lord, I asked to understand,
But You taught me to trust:
That all that comes through Your Hand
Is the best for me.

Lord, help me to rest in all Your ways
Being confident that all is well.
As we receive grace all our days,
Even in the valley the Lily is there.

Gene Griffin

Poems by Gene Griffin

Gene has written many wonderful and inspiring Christian poems, each based on a Bible verse. He has shared a number of them with us and we have placed them together on their own web page. Just click on the above link to visit Gene's web page of truly inspirational poems.

The reason for the ambiguous title is that it is only 4 lines long (the only part from a full poem that remains with me - the rest forgotten). As such it's probably more a "greetings card" message or small laminated card sentiment. Anyhow, it's here:

You are so sure in your conviction
That He cannot know your pain
But He bore the crucifixion
And died whispering your name

~ Submitted by Dean ~

Here is the complete poem that Dean later submitted:

ROUND

In the center of the circle
That you thought would never end
'Till the walls began to crumble,
The Future started to bend
There beyond the black horizon
Was a light long self-denied
As the Son began his breakthrough
Shook the walls that were inside
And the water all around you
Was the flow of frozen tears
When you thought that they might drown you
His salvation held you near....
You were born across the line
As a circle of decline

As you walk through lonesome doorways
Can you hear him in the wind?
He is calling you from your ways
That have drifted into sin
You're so sure in your conviction
That he cannot know your pain
But he bore the crucifixion
And died whispering your name
Did you think that He must hate you
That you are His crown of thorns?
He never forsakes those who
Bear his mark and are reborn........
Though He seems so hard to find
There's a pathway in your mind

All your life you've felt the demons
But you buried them inside
Every day to you a season
With the harvest blood and pride
Lovers could not give you more
And yet your loneliness remained
Because all the grain you stored
Knew that it would be tearstained
As the tide in desperation
Tries to cling onto the shore
Meekly returns to its station
Always knowing it needs more
But today you've felt the Son
Your inner-sense knows you've become
A burning windmill turning
To the presence in the air

Though the world around is darkness
Failure falling to decline
Self-pity is its songstress
As it's running out of time
Let the Son begin to shine,
Make your faith within a sign.
That you're held by the divine

JESUS LOVES YOU

The Savior is waiting to enter your heart
Once he comes in he will never depart
He has life giving water to quench your thirst
And with his love you'll be immersed

He came to give you life more abundant and free
And that is why he went to the cross of Calvary
His shed blood was the perfect sacrifice
He has power to forgive sins because he paid the price

If you are thirsty then come to him now
And at the mercy seat humbly bow
He loves you so much and is the only way
Jesus is only a prayer away

Jesus is waiting with his arms open wide
He says "Come unto me and with me abide"
He'll forgive any sin you've ever done
And wipe the slate clean as though there were none

He promises you a home in heaven where you'll never grow old
Where some day you'll be walking on streets of gold
His great salvation you can never lose
Whoever comes to him he will never refuse

~ Cindy Wyatt ~

John 6:35 And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.

John 6:37 All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND... The Next Step

Some time had passed since I realized
That Jesus walks beside me and sometimes carries me.
Still, I am not free from the tribulations and temptations of this world.
And at times I fall so hard,
That I can sense uncertainty trying to overtake me.

There was one particular incident in my life
Where I just couldn’t bear it anymore.
Even though I knew that Jesus is right next to me
I still felt a certain emptiness inside.
Then I remembered that Jesus has said,
“I am the vine and you are the branches.”
“Abide in Me and I will abide in you.”

There was once again only one set of footprints in the sand.
They were smaller than that of Jesus’ and sure to be mine.
Yes, you are right, Jesus said.
The lone set of footprints you see are yours, and yours alone.
I no longer need to walk beside you nor carry you.
For you have finally invited Me to reside in you,
I am truly with you always.
From this point forward...

You and I are One!

~ David C. Cha ~
Copyright ©
Anaheim, Calif.

TIMES AND SEASONS

God brings people into our lives for a specific reason;
They may be in our lives for a long period of time or only for a season.

During this time whether short or long,
we are given trials to make us spiritually strong.

Not only for our strength but also for our character and perseverance;
we shall come out with tremendous endurance.

God loves us so much that he cleanses us of filthy dross,
refining and shaping us so that we will not be lost.

All we have to do is continue to have faith, trust and believe,
And we will be given eternal life as the greatest gift to be received.

Bahar Hart
Copyright ©
July 25, 2004
Texas, USA
 

I wrote this poem for my kids

A MOTHERS PRAYER

I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son

To know joy and feel His peace
His healing hands in yours
Willingly upon your knees
Like rain, the Spirit pours

My faith is a mustard seed
And so the mountain moves
Our God knows just what you need
His death is living proof

Your Mother loves you dearly
Your Father loved you first
He sees your needs more clearly
He's seen you at your worst

And yet you are forgiven
Your sins are all washed clean
The Son died; and has risen
So you might be pristine

I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son

Kim Boore © 2009

THROUGH MISTY EYES

When the beauty life holds,
Becomes blurry with tears,
When God's splendor unfolds,
And becomes marred by those tears.
Remember your Father,
Succumb to His embrace,
Yield your surrender,
To His healing and grace.

When your heart is crying,
And your soul disheartened,
Forlornly hoping,
And needing to be gladdened.
Cry out to your Father,
Rest in His compassion,
Seek the great Comforter,
Lean on His affection.

When the joy of your salvation,
Is stripped from your heart,
In abandoned desolation,
When your soul is torn apart.
To His comforting solace,
Unload and confess,
Look to His tranquil face,
Feel His gentle caress.

Lei Vicsia Domingo
Laoag City, Philippines

RUNNING

I’m tired Lord, my feet are hurting,
My bones are weary, my back is sore.
I just can’t keep on going Lord,
I can’t run from you a minute more.

I’ve always known, I've never doubted
That I was born to live for you.
Yet you never tried to force me Lord,
You just let me do what I wanted to.

I’ve been going around in circles Lord,
Because I wouldn’t hearken to your voice,
Now I surrender to you my Lord,
For in this matter there is no choice.

I’m running now but not away,
I’m running home to you.
I’m crying Lord but not from pain,
I’m crying out to you.

I want to live for you my Lord,
I want to be reborn.
And the though the world calls out to me,
It’s only you I’m focused on.

I’m ready Lord and I’m still running.
I know just what I need to do.
I’m running away from the world my Lord
And towards eternity with you.

By Denyse Mungo

THE POWER OF PRAYER

Do you ever have those kind of days,
When nothing turns out right?
Where you feel like your walking in total darkness,
And you wish so for the light?

Where every single step you take,
Feels like your walking uphill?
And just continuing with your life,
Takes every ounce of will?

Does it sometimes seem your hopes and dreams,
Will never come to be?
And when you stop to look around you,
Pain is all you see?

Do you ever feel like giving up?
Ragged, used or worn?
Have you ever hurt so much,
That you wished you were never born?

Don’t feel so alone for we all have those days,
And there is someone who cares,
You can always reach His listening ear,
With a simple word of prayer.

The power of prayer is very great,
It's stronger than sin, lust or hate.
It can shake the roots of sin itself,
Until it falls apart,
It can humble even the strongest soul,
And can soften the hardest heart.

It brings hope to those who have no hope,
And to those who are oppressed,
It brings comfort to those who are in pain,
And to those who are distressed.

So when you feel your days been long,
Or you weep for some small loss,
Remember the agony that Jesus felt,
As He suffered on the cross.

Remember the crown of thorns on his head,
Remember the spear thrust in His side,
Remember the nails in His hands and feet,
Remember.................for you He suffered and died.

Take a long hard look at all your problems,
And those Jesus had to bare,
You'll find your little problems,
Are nothing to compare,

So when you feel downtrodden,
And you need someone who cares,
Just bow your head, close your eyes,
And experience the power of prayer.

Calvin Hart

MY STRENGTH OR HIS POWER

If in my own strength I wage war victory is not won,
I’ll come home for relief with many things undone.
Boasting of selfish gains, yet sapped of all my strength,
wearied in my days and life shortened in its length.

When tensions do build and peace from me does flee,
quickly must I acknowledge this is not of Christ, but me.

I must turn my feet and make haste to go,
to the One who has power to forgive and to show.
The path I must take is one of humility and grace,
for only when His power fills can I victoriously run the race.

God will not fill me until of self am I freed,
then and only then will the Lord take the lead.
My heart, mind and soul before God being stilled,
my emptiness the preparation for by God being filled.

My boasting must be of my weakness before God,
seeing eternal as the foundation for all praise, honor and laud.
I fight daily in the world against a tireless evil foe,
save for emptying of self there will be no victory I’ll know.

A sense of my own weakness must ever be,
present in my life for me to be able to see.
Its God’s power in battle, being strong in His might,
as His warrior I march onward in His ever-present light.

It’s only in my weakness can the power of God rest,
engaging in battles that will put me to the test.
My strength must I lay down while this world do I roam,
dwelling only in His power as I walk onward toward home.

Given by God to Kim Feezel, Ohio, 2008

FALLING FROM GRACE

Falling from grace, how my heart aches,
I'm lost in the guilt of my past mistakes.
Live for yourself was my grand illusion,
It left me in a state of confusion.

Never seeing the path to my darkest of days,
Separation from Christ was the price I paid.
It can't be real; it must be a dream,
A living nightmare is how it seems.

Being swallowed by darkness living in sin,
I'm losing the battle Satan's stepping in.
Lord Jesus I'm tired too weary to fight,
Come quickly I won't last the night.

Be still my child, Ill open your eyes
And put an end to Satan's lies.
In the dark of the night, or the light of the sun,
Even in your darkest days I will come!

A fortress of angels I will send!
Keep up the fight; it's not the end!
Everlasting life is yours to receive,
It's victory to those who believe.

Carried in your arms, so close to your heart,
Lord Jesus the healing begins to start.
Captured by your holy splendor,
Your hands they feel so smooth and tender.

Oh the warmth of your touch, and soft embrace,
You're bright, shining, loving face.
This is the image Ill never forget,
Now living for you, there's no regret.

Sharing my salvation is what I now do.
Searching, seeking it helps to get through,
Longing for eternity, yes time spent with you!
You'll love and protect me all my days through.

Inspired by Christ
Written by
Sharon O'Brien, Pennsylvania

ISAIAH 40:30-31
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.

REDEMPTION AT TWILIGHT

As the radiant day draws near,
And the dazzling dawn bursts forth,
My heart soars without any fear
In the glorious Great White North.

In prayer I fervently plead,
As I begin this bright day,
To lessen my constant need
Along life's arduous way.

The evil trials of life
Press against me with might,
Engulf me in dark strife,
And extinguish the light.

As the day drags on,
Surrounded by cares,
Feeble hope is gone,
Joy is trapped in snares.

The overwhelming cross
I am compelled to bear
Multiplies the sad loss,
And suffocates my prayer.

In bloody battles of the day,
Christ's loving presence is the shield.
It holds scheming Satan at bay,
And triumphantly makes him yield.

During the twilight of life,
There dawns a heavenly peace.
By transcending human strife,
The soul finds divine release.

Graeme Barry

LET HIM

I won’t ask why I cry today,
It must be the treason
I won’t ask why I feel sad today,
It must be the season.
I won’t ask why I hurt today,
God must have a reason.

Angela Tanner

Here are two poems of encouragement written by 22 year old Sulekha Esther Rathnam of India:

THE SON

Any moment the rain will fall.
The clouds move in, I lose it all.
It's as if the ground will break,
My heart begins its own earthquake.
The rays of light seems oh so dim,
I watch them fade, then fade again.
Why do I let a feeling so bad,
Creep in and wreck everything I have?
I know there's no greater force then Heaven above,
I'll overcome this with my Father's love.
He casts away my worry, destroys my pain,
He brings in The Son, through the darkest of rain.

Krista, Florida
February 26, 1980

Here are four beautiful poems written by Sharon Elaine Carpenter. These are only a few of her poems. Sharon and her husband have been involved in Christian ministry for over 30 years. Click here to read all of Sharon's poems on their ministry website.

 WORDS

Words often seem like little things
And yet they mean so much
Depending on the use of them
Can hurt or cheer one up

How often do you choose your words
With caution and great care
Or, do you speak them carelessly
Not thinking, unaware

Of how they cut and mutilate
The pain goes deep within
Because we see the use of words
As dust blown in the wind

Scattered here and scattered there
To hurt the one who may
Without a thought, so innocently
Happen in the way

Now this is not intentional
Oh, No! we wouldn’t dare
To be so thoughtless to our friends
That would be quite unfair

Remember words are precious
A Treasure to employ
For spreading among those we greet,
much happiness and joy

By Sharon Elaine Carpenter
© Copyright BECP Ministries

THE COST

What does it cost to sacrifice?
The Price is high indeed
To be the servant of “The Most High God”
Does not come easily

There is hurt involved, as well as joy
Don’t expect an easy road
It wasn’t easy for our Lord
When on this earth he abode

To serve the Lord, means to serve mankind
To help in a Christian way
That one who is poor or destitute
Lets go, Lets give, Lets pray

Your good they may not appreciate
But that’s neither here, nor there
This is the norm for the Christian life
Be unconcerned about what is fair

It was unfair to our precious Lord
To nail him to the tree
Yet, he gave his life, he sacrificed
To save both you and me

By Sharon Elaine Carpenter
© Copyright BECP Ministries


HIS PLAN

His ways are so mysterious
We just can’t understand
What seems to us to be so wrong
Turns out to be His plan

He wants to work His will in us
But it brings much pain sometimes
Just like the dross from gold removed
We too must be refined

Don’t cower in fear when hardships come
Just trust in Him and know
He has a plan for each of us
We’re His, He has control

One day we’ll shine like precious jewels
Because we stood the tests
Not understanding all His ways
Yet, knowing He’d do what’s best

By Sharon Elaine Carpenter
© Copyright BECP Ministries


FOREVER NEAR

Though problems seem so great
I never have to fear
Though mountains seem so high
The valleys dark and drear

There’s one who walks beside me
To comfort and to guide me
His wings of love will hide me
My Lord is forever near

Be still my child he whispers
I am thy buckler, I am thy shield
I will fight thy battles
Forever, I Am Near

By Sharon Elaine Carpenter
© Copyright BECP Ministries

The following poem was written by Willis A. Thoen. Willis stated that he wrote the poem while thinking of his youngest daughter who was off to college. He also said that although he was not a poet, he hopes that you can get a blessing out of it too.

SOMEBODY LOVES YOU

(A Kinsman Redeemer from the book of Ruth)

Somebody loves you like none other can,
So if you have needs
And life doesn’t follow your plan.
Or when you’re a stranger,
In a far off land
He’s there for your hand.

Somebody loves you,
He knows you by name.
He saw where you were,
He turned as you came.
Somebody cares when you’re empty inside,
He knows your deep feelings,
He also was tried... He suffered and died.

So if you are gleaning,
And not much is found.
He heard you before
you uttered a sound.
He just wants you around.
He left handfuls on purpose.
That cover the ground.

He hears your heartbeat,
and longs for your will.
To follow Him home,
His love to fulfill.
He is rich and has mansions
Owns fields that are wide.
He has tailor made garments,
He calls you His bride.

He checked all the records,
and found you an heir,
to all that He owns,
and wants you to share.
He summoned the angels
To prepare a to-do,
To feast at His table.
Where His finest is you.
 

Willis A. Thoen

COMFORT

When your heart is sad and lonely,
       And your friends seem far away.
Turn to Him who is all holy,
       And He'll drive your cares away.

When a dear one seems to fail you,
       When for friendship true you long,
Confide in Him who is all true,
       And He'll right your every wrong.

Jesus' heart is your true refuge,
       To Him you can always flee,
Even when your hopes are sinking,
       He will then a true friend be.

He will soothe your lonely spirit,
       He will love and bless and say,
"Come to me and I will comfort,
       You, today and every day.

FEARS

Everyday I have fears,
I sometimes have tears.

I may fear that I may fall,
I fear that no one could hear my call.

But all those worries are just nightmares of mine,
And I forget that the Lord is with me - All the time.

Tamara Lo

Here are two encouraging poems written and submitted by Carolyn Porter

Follow ME

I used to walk down a sinful road
a road that led to heartache and woe.

My worldly views were what I had
no peace of mind could I find.

Then one day I cried in despair
and that's when the Master called unto me.

Come my child and look up to Me
I want to cleanse you and set you free.

For I died on a tree so you could be free
and now you can see what Heaven will be.

So reach out and trust Me and together we'll find
a new life, a new road, and a new home with Thee.

For the freedom of Heaven is joyful with Me
so don't hesitate today to come unto Thee.

The road may be narrow but what you will find
is peace, love, and joy that is truly sublime.

Then you will see how lovely Heaven will be
when you take up your cross and follow Me.

Carolyn Porter
August, 2005
 

MY CHILD

Why are you crying
my child, yes why?
Come with your Heavenly Father
and rest for awhile.

When clouds look so gray
and flowers are wilting away,
and the days seem dreary and long.

I'm here, yes my child
each step of the way,
to comfort and bless you
and carry you each day.

So forget all your fears,
and wipe away all those tears.
Just trust me and reach out
and hold on my child.

There is never a day
so dark and so gray,
that together we can
brighten the way.

So look up to Heaven
and smile and pray,
and I will lift you up
along the narrow way.

Then someday my child
you'll wake up and see,
in Heaven with Me you will be.

Carolyn Porter
Nevada, 1981

Here are three great poems of encouragement written by Phyllis D. Jolliff. Phyllis, who is known as the DreamPoet has a wonderful website of her inspirational Christian poetry to warm the heart and challenge the spirit. Just click here to enjoy an awesome visit to her DreamPoet website.

Phyllis also has an e-zine called Inspired Journey. It is a free Christian e-zine delivered daily by e-mail. Each issue features a poem, devotion, short story, testimony, or humor to Inspire your Journey with our Lord. Just click here to sign-up or to check out Inspired Journey.

GOD'S BOXES

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

We should consider all of our friends a blessing.
Send this to a friend today just to let them know you
are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.

THE GREATEST GIFT

God did not have to give us
the beauty that we behold.
It was not required of Him
to show how His glory would unfold.

He could have given us dirt:
with no sun, no moon, no rain.
He could have placed us in a world
all ugly, black, and plain.

But God loved us so much more than that;
He did not want life to be bland.
He spread sunshine on this world we know,
and green grass across the land.

He planted flowers in the open field,
and trees on the rolling hill.
He shattered the night with moonlight;
sprinkled sparkling stars at will.

He scooped the deep blue ocean;
with His finger carved the stream.
Placed the bluebird on the sheltering branch;
gave us life beyond all dream.

He breathed life into every creature
from the greatest to the small.
Created man in His own image
that on God's name he should call.

When man turned his back on the Father,
God did not leave him lost.
He gave us the choice to come back to Him
when Jesus paid our cost.

The greatest gift God gave us
was the blessing of His Son,
Who gave His life on Calvary,
so our salvation could be won.

If you give your life to Jesus,
and release to Him each part,
He will flood your soul with happiness;
give you peace within your heart.

God gave us all these things in life
that our eyes to Him we would lift.
Then He gave us life eternal
through Jesus, His Greatest Gift.

Phyllis D. Jolliff, DreamPoet
© 1998 by Phyllis D. Jolliff
All Rights Reserved
Used by Permission


WALKING IN GOD'S ARMOR
(A Prayer For Our USA Service)

Lord, we bring before You -
though we may not know each name -
The men and women called to serve.
Lord, they seek no reward or fame.

Lord, grant them wisdom to know Your Word,
and to hide in Your Secret Place.
Keep them in the shelter of Your arms;
help them to seek Your Holy face.

Though the world may come against them,
let the arrow that flies by day
Be trampled under feet shod with peace
as they walk in Your steadfast way.

When they see destruction at noonday,
Lord, give them courage to stand
Holding the shield of faith You give
to protect our beautiful land.

Terror may come in the nighttime -
thousands may fall at their side,
But, Lord we pray You'll protect them -
that in Your grace they'll abide.

Help them wield the sword of Your Spirit
to fight for the freedom You give,
Whether on the shores of our enemies,
or in the land where we live.

We know You have heard our prayers, Dear Lord,
as our soldiers take the helmet of salvation.
Guide them in Your righteousness
as they stand proudly defending our nation.

Phyllis D. Jolliff
© 2001 by Phyllis D. Jolliff
All Rights Reserved


SINNER'S PRAYER

Lord, please forgive me
for all the wrong I’ve done.
Take away each and every sin -
Lord, cleanse them one by one.

I believe You are the Son of God,
and that You died to set me free.
You stormed the gates of hell that day,
taking possession of the key.

I believe You rose up from the grave;
the chains of death You broke.
Living to set the captive free -
lifting that burdensome yoke.

Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.
Please fill up that empty space.
Give me peace to live in Your presence.
Let me rest in Your wonderful grace.

Thank You, God, for Your mercy;
for relieving my soul from sin.
Thank You for the gift of Your Spirit;
for giving me joy within.

Amen!

Phyllis D. Jolliff
© 2002 by Phyllis D. Jolliff
All Rights Reserved

GOD RULES

God was, is and forever will be
He is not held by time, He's eternity
He's the Father of all creation
In control of every situation
With Him there's nothing that can't be done
He's ever present, so you cannot run
In His glory there is no darkness
In His love there is always forgiveness
If you ask, seek and knock you will find
Opens your heart so you're no longer blind
He wants us to know Him more each day
Always hears us when we pray
He doesn't want to occasionally be around
He wants every step to be on solid ground
Doesn't matter if problems are big or small
Hand it to Him and He will take care of it all
He can't love you more and won't love you less
He will fill you with peace and joy to the fullest
His Son Jesus sits at the our Fathers side
And the Spirit will help us all to abide
You can't go wrong obeying His voice
He is the truth, the way, the only choice

Dan Cramer, NY State

IN A LAND

There is a star that shines
so bright
In a land where there is
no night
On every face there is
a smile
For we will never suffer
another trial
There are no tears
no fears, no pain
but everything to gain
We will walk and talk
with our Lord Jesus Christ
For He paid the price
On that lonely hill
yet, He loves us still!

Mary Frances Wright

Here are two wonderful poems of encouragement written by Jan Payne of England.

THE HUMAN LONGING

Standing alone, gazing nowhere,
I found again that vacant space
A deep-felt longing filled my heart,
I yearned to find God's grace.

Just as a husband longs for his wife
A mother to nurse her child
I looked to find God's grace in me
His love so pure and mild.

Like April dew upon the grass
My tears fell moist and warm
I longed to find within my heart
A sense that I was born.

But God was not so easily found
That morning when I was lost
I thought he'd gone and left me
And I could only count the cost.

How foolish that my human mind
Could only see this empty void
How foolish that my human mind
With inconsequential notions toyed.

And as I looked and cried "My God"
"Come now to me I pray"
The God of love smiled down and said
"I'm with you all the way".

"My child, I know your longing,
I know your hearts desire
Why must you try to walk the way
That only comes with fire?"

I turned and saw that heavenly face
My searching ceased to be
Once more upon the steady road
I knew God's company.

For when I thought that God was gone
I knew the richness of despair
But the heavenly Grace of God
Was forever truly there.

Our God knows all about us
How we stumble along our human way
Yet His arms enfold us tightly
As He meets our longing, day by day.

Jan Payne, England, 18.02.02
 

THE JOURNEY

I heard the voice of God as he called me down the road
But I felt I couldn’t follow for I had a heavy load
"Come close my child" he said, as I shook my head at him
"This journey is for everyone, so let us now begin."

We walked a while and talked some more and soon it was quite clear
That when God calls you must respond, He wants us all to hear,
I put my hand in his and I followed down His track,
And tempted though I was at times, I never did look back.

For God has chosen out a path, the way that we must go
For some it will be "jet speed" for others just "go slow"
But whether rocky, smooth or steep, for each of us it’s true
God’s journey is a special one - it’s just for Him and you.

So place a toe along that road, walk forward to that place
Which God has marked out just for you - your very personal space,
The rails are there, you won’t collide, this journey has small strife
For God has sent a mighty guide, the Way, the Truth, the Life.

Yes, Jesus knew the journey for it took Him to the cross
It was for us God sent him, though it was His greatest loss,
Our journey’s driver never fails, he’s with us night and day
So, "all aboard", let’s start out now, as God shows us His way.

Jan Payne, England

Here are four poems of encouragement written by Norma Jean Duncan. Norma has quite a collection of Christian poetry that she has written over the years. You can contact her at normajduncan@hotmail.com

LIFE IS WONDERFUL

There's happiness for those God forgives
There's relief for those who have confessed.
There was a time I wouldn't admit
I suffered with my guilt and distress.
Then this sinful woman cried to the Lord
The Lord showed mercy and saved me.

There is joy for those who delights in God
There is peace for those who call upon Him.
Oh, how grateful and thankful I am
That God loves His children and hears them.
For this sinful woman cried to the Lord
The Lord showed mercy and saved me.

Put God to the test and you will see
That He is loving, faithful, and true.
You'll see for yourself, all the blessings
That He will shower down upon you
For this sinful woman cried to the Lord
The Lord showed mercy and saved me.

Now life is wonderful, oh so wonderful
Now that I know Jesus loves me.
He calms all my fears, wipes away my tears
He gives me peace and love within.

Life is wonderful, oh so wonderful
I will rejoice in Christ today.
As life's race is run, I'll tell everyone
I'm happier than I've ever been .

Norma Jean Duncan, Princeton, WV


SING AS THE BIRDS SING

Oh, how sweet the music of the birds
That chirp and sing in early morn.
They make a melody without words
And make me glad I was born.

Let's all sing as the birds sing
And make a glad noise.
Let our happy voices ring
And tell of our many joys.

If one bird falls upon the ground
The one who created it knows.
Wings He gives them to fly around
Seeds and berries for them grows.

If so much for a bird, He cares
He cares more for you and me.
We know He hears our prayers
Our troubles He can surely see.

Each time you begin to hear
The sweet music of the birds.
You can know that God is near
And speaks to us without words.

Norma Jean Duncan, Princeton, WV


FEAR NOT FOR GOD IS WITH YOU

Beneath Gods watchful loving eye
Small and weak we stand, you and I.
But we need not fear the perils around
When beneath Gods wings we're found

When troubles and sorrows come our way
God will work them out if we pray.
Just trust Him, He'll guide you ore
And help you stand, with His mighty hand.

Remember it's darkest before the dawn
Don't be discouraged, keep going on.
Soon the light will break through
And His love will surround you.

Into each life some rain must fall
There's mountains for us all.
There's always another cross to bare
But remember Christ will always be there.

Norma Jean Duncan, Princeton, WV


HOW COULD ANYONE DOUBT GOD CARES

I look at the moon, what do I see
I see Gods love reflected at me.
Each little star, twinkles to his decree
Father, how could anyone doubt Thee?

I look at the sun shining today
And I know God always makes a way.
I watch the children happy at play
This is the reason I say.

How could anyone doubt God cares
He still listens to our prayers.
He has not left us alone to despair
He still provides what we eat and wear.

I see the birds soaring in flight
God teaches them how to do it just right.
The mountains and streams, a lovely sight
Also the snow, when it's pure and white.

It's true, that sorrows sometimes creep
And take away joys we try to keep.
It's only for awhile that we weep
For Christ still cares for His sheep

Although He allows storms to rage
They'll soon pass into another age.
It's only today we need to engage
For each new day, God sets the stage.

Norma Jean Duncan, Princeton, WV
 normajduncan@hotmail.com

LORD YOU ARE LOVE

Lord you are love,
Peace and kindness too.
And in the dark and lonely times
I know that I’ll get through.
Because you hold me
Safe and calm,
You’re there each time I fall.
You promised to never leave me,
When you died to save us all.
You said you’d always love me
And I know that this is true,
Because Lord, you are love.
Peace and kindness too.

Stacey Lee, England

He does not lead me year by year
Not even day by day
But step by step my path unfolds
My Lord directs my way.
Tomorrow's plans I do not know,
I only know this minute;
But He will say, "This is the way;
By faith now walk ye in it."
And I am glad that it is so,
Today's enough to bear;
And when tomorrow comes,
His grace shall far exceed its care.
What need to worry then or fret?
The God who gave His Son
Holds all my moments in His Hand
And gives them one by one.

~ Author Unknown ~

Here are four wonderful poems written by the late Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy and submitted by her loving family.

QUIETNESS

Lord tell me now of gentle thing,
Thy tender love and care.
Of quiet times to rest my soul,
These precious moments rare.
Are like a lily sweet and pure,
It's tender leaves unfold.
It gives a fragrance like to God
When Thine own love is told.

Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy
(1917-1994)


LOVE

Love is by far the sweetest thing that I have ever known.
It's something deep within my soul Like a breath from heaven blown.
To comfort when the tide is high
My way grows dark and dim.
I grope in utter darkness
And try to trust in Him.
Who never yet has failed me
When I called in deepest trust.
And from the darkness light appeared
When my soul seemed ought but dust.

Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy
(1917-1994)


LIFE

I've been through the valley of the shadow of death
I've felt death's icy stare.
I've known torment that tortures the soul.
But the Savior met me there.
To comfort and sooth with His still sweet voice.
The tempest I couldn't bear.
In His own good time He brought me through
For His love was always there.
We struggle and strive and toss and groan.
The time seems endless and vain.
When we stood the test and weathered the storm.
He takes away the pain.
For He never leaves us completely alone.
His eyes NEVER leave His own.

Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy
(1917-1994)


HIDE

The road ahead looks smoother now,
The one I left behind.
The devil has tried to sift me as wheat
And the world has not been kind.
But I find the longer I struggle and strive
To do my Father's will.
The closer He is to my wounded soul
And bids me to be still.
And listen to His still sweet voice
Where no trouble or strife can abide.
For in His love is sweet release,
And in His love I'll hide

Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy
(1917-1994)

1Peter 3:4: "But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price."

I BELIEVE

You ask me why that I believe
in someone I have never seen.

My friend you just need to look around
It's all through nature His love abounds.

The Bible we have has gone through time.
He tells us His plan so please don't be blind

Can't you feel His presence at a quiet stream
or feel His warmth to watch a baby dream?

He's always with us to comfort our fears..
Don't you call Him when troubles are near?

If you don't believe just who do you call
when your burdens are heavy and worries fall?

How do you think that need was supplied
just in time when you laid there and cried?

He sees and listens even if you don't care.
He's ready to help and your heart to repair.

So call to Him I know that He's near.
He's knocking at your door, can't you hear??

Linda Sue Etling

FEAR FACTOR

As a child I would fear
the darkness without
warning off monsters
with a clap and a shout!

These days are different
there's darkness within
those dark and dank rooms
God labels as sin.

We ignore and play games
saying "all is well"
unwilling to confront
these shadows from hell.

Lives wrapped in packages
so cozy and neat
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons
hiding our real needs.

Many fears locked inside
and each with a name
seeking only to hide
without shame, without blame...

A fear of losing control
of the world that surrounds;
a loss of identity
that was never found.

Those fears of growing old-
the pain and the dread
but most of all
there's the fear of death!

Fear is the opposite
of faith it is said
Let go and let God
calm your fear and dread!

Our Lord holds the keys
to unlock the dark rooms
The simple trust of a child
can open the tombs!

THE WEAVER

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose these colors,
He worketh constantly.
Sometimes He weaves sorrow,
Then I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.

But when the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And show me the reasons why.
The dark threads are as needful
In our Weaver's skilful hand,
As those threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

J. Zeal

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

The seas are calm, the skies shine blue, and no worries to be seen,
But then the clouds begin to form, work which Satan's keen.

The boat you're on is overwhelmed, your tossed and thrown about,
You rely upon yourself, and then begin to doubt.

"These trials that came into my life, and took away my smile,
I can't bear any longer, for I've walked the extra mile.

I've given my all through hate and pain,
through devious lies, and heavy rain,

I've tried so hard just to follow You,
and look at where You've brought me to."

Yet the thought has not occurred at all, the thought of growing more,
growing in faith in the one true Lord, the one who opens up the door.

Jesus Christ has been through more than you could even dream,
He came here to die for you, so is this pain how it seems?

So when is it we grow the most, and when then does He come?
when our defences finally collapse, and our mind begins to numb.

But the pain you feel is real for sure, yet it leaves just as it came,
and when it's time for the clouds to clear, will you still be the same?

Each test we get is for our good, to help us feel his touch,
so to keep the faith is least to do for He who gave so much.

Next time you're feeling down and out, from the weight of much to bear,
remember that the clouds will clear, and God will be shinning there.

Brett Lacher
January 1st, 2003
Spanaway, Wa

Here us another poem written by Brett:

WINDS OF CHANGE

The path you're on is free from grief, free from evil lies,
but when you least expect it, comes the one we all despise.

He'll throw you down, and twist your mind,
bend your thoughts, and give false sign.

You'll rebuke the Lord, and give into sin,
shut your ears, seek to please men.

But when all your efforts are in vain, and just before you fall,
you'll hear a voice call out to you, for He cares about us all.

"What have you done with your precious life, that I bought with so much pain,
I came to earth to buy your life, and you repay Me with disdain.

My little child do you not see, of all My love for you?
So why then do you live this way, for it's evil this is true.

The tears I shed for you are real, the pain I feel inside,
come back to Me my child, and in Me you can hide.

The winds of change are here at last, so just put your faith in Me,
I never will forsake you, and forever this will be."

Even through closed ears you hear, it all starts coming back,
you remember how you used to be, and you begin to get back on track.

Satan's hold loses its grasp, the Lord severs the chains,
you are brought out of bondage, and there you will remain.

May you never forget what is born of faith, and all His love for you,
for every word He spoke is good, and every word so true.

The waves and clouds begin to fade, the smile returning to your face,
you thank the Lord for everything, for returning you to that place.

The fires that consumed your heart and mind, and tormented you in dreams,
are nothing more than memories, are not how they once seemed.

And from all this pain and all these lies, what then was to gain?
Learning apart from Him you're nothing, and you are not to be the same.

These trials that come into you life, bring you closer to His will,
and may you be with him forever, where the minute hand stands still.

So next time a test is brought your way, and life seems to have run its course,
Welcome it with open arms, because in God there's no remorse.

Brett Lacher
January 2nd, 2003
Spanaway, WA

The following prophetic poem was penned six weeks prior to the discovery of my wife Deborah's kidney condition, which doctors could not conclusively diagnose as cancer for another six weeks. God used this poem to speak to my wife and I in astounding ways during this time. She is cancer free today. Psalm 34:1

LISTEN, KNOW SPEAK

Listen for the voice of the Shepherd so true;
Hear heavenly words spoken directly to you.
Listen for your name being whispered aloud;
Hear it from the heart in the midst of the crowd.

Know you are loved in a most perfect way;
Perceive that His favor envelops you today.
Know there's a future that shall end with a smile;
Understand He is with you in every single mile.

Speak to the mountains "Be cast into the sea."
Speak to the shadows; true forms you will see.
Speak to the darkness and the Light shall appear.
Speak to the storm and Peace shall calm the fear!

John Morris, © 2000
Royse City, Texas

A POT OF CLAY

As God looked down from Heaven one day,
He saw an old pot, it was made of clay.
Dirty and broken it lay there on the ground,
Worthless and ugly, it was kicked around.

Oh, it was so useless, fit for destruction,
Worn and ragged, a horrible obstruction.
Yet laying there, it seemed to catch God's eye,
For He didn't see it as just an ugly sty.

Reaching down He picked up that old pot,
He just couldn't let it lay there and rot.
Slowly He wiped away all the dirt and dust,
Gently He washed away years of earthly rust.

He patched it carefully, filling up each hole,
Making that pot as one, yes, completely whole.
He patched and filled each and every groove,
Then He sanded it until it felt smooth.

He painted with ease, every little detail,
Then He made it shine, He loved it, you could tell.
He worked so hard on this pot made of clay,
For He saw in it such beauty to display.

This pot I speak of, well, it's really me,
Created by God, His child at His knee.
Created to show that His love knows no bounds,
To tell of His grace, which surely abounds.

Now you may be thinking, you're a dirty pot,
But I want to tell you that you're really not.
God will take and bring out such beauty in you,
Oh, my Friend, I promise you that this is true.

Melissa Sanders, 09-20-01
Milton Florida, USA

The following three inspirational poems were written by Linda J. Stevenson  from Roanoke, Virginia.

PEACE ON STORMY SEAS

I sailed upon a tranquil sea
Where all was peace and calm;
I felt my life serene and blessed,
I knew not storm or qualm.

Then clouds of doubt began to form,
The wind did stir and blow;
My tranquil sea did heave and toss,
I felt my anguish grow.

I cried, "Dear Lord, are you out there?
You see my ship storm-tossed?
Why do you leave me here alone?
I fear I may be lost."

God smiled and spoke these simple words,
"Peace my child, just be still;
I'm the God of the raging sea,
The waves obey my will."

"Hook your anchor onto 'The Rock'
That holds your vessel sure.
No evil can alarm you child,
I'll keep your life secure."

"No harm will touch you if you trust
And place your faith in me;
Your storm-tossed ship will once again
Sail on a tranquil sea."

"So do not fear the storms of life
That oft assail your soul;
I am the Master of the Sea,
I'm always in control."

"The storms will surely strengthen you
When on rough seas you sail,
For you will know the victory
That comes when you prevail."

Linda J. Stevenson
Roanoke, Virginia


REMEMBER THIS OLD TREE

A stately tree stood by the stream
Where sparkling waters flowed,
Her trunk was gnarled and badly scarred,
Her branches deeply bowed.

For many years she'd stayed the storms,
Withstood the windy blasts,
Her roots, sunk deep beneath the soil,
Tenaciously held fast.

At times she swayed so furiously
She thought her boughs would break;
The winds did heave her to and fro,
The ground did firmly shake.

Yet further down her roots did grow,
Her anchor firmly set,
She raised her branches to the sky
Her praises to beget.

For each new storm that came her way
Forced her to take strong hold,
And all the trials and stormy blasts
Caused her to grow fourfold.

When winds of tribulation blow,
Our faith takes root and grows;
And when shaken by life's trials,
God's strength He then bestows.

So when the trials of life befall,
Remember this old tree;
And thank God for each storm that comes
Which serves to strengthen thee

Linda J. Stevenson
Roanoke, Virginia


ON MOUNTAINTOPS AND VALLEYS

I stood upon a mountaintop,
An awesome beauty viewed;
And gazed into the distant peaks
In glory rainbow-hued.

I stared in matchless wonderment,
No tongue or words could tell,
The artistry God's hand did paint
No, none could parallel.

But then I looked to valleys deep
As far as eye could see,
And said, "Dear God, I'd like to dwell
Right here, just You and me."

He said, "My child, it's time to go,
There's work that you must do."
I said, "Father, can't we stay here
And just enjoy the view?"

"The easy way is not the best,"
He said, "You'll never grow.
It's only through the valleys deep
My blessings you will know."

"In valleys deep you'll learn to trust,
You'll learn to lean on Me,
You will find My strength sufficient
To meet your ev'ry need."

"It is through the valley's shadows
That I will make you whole,
Not mountaintops but valleys deep
Where I restore your soul."

Linda J. Stevenson
Roanoke, Virginia

because You first loved me

completely shrouded in my deepest of sorrows
my heart crying out with searing pain
perceiving no hope for the coming tomorrow
in utter anguish i called out Your name

and You came to me

beholding darkness in the meaningless within
blinded to the hand so lovingly extended
only with Your touch would the healing begin
in Your wisdom this is what You intended

and You rescued me

cautiously emerging out of the waning twilight
dawn tenderly transcends my tearful face
as delicate rays of hope restore my wounded sight
in awe humbled by Your magnificent grace

and You healed me

honorably exalted far above my own estimation
lifting me high for the entire world to see
my glorified spirit heeding the divine destination
in sacrifice You delivered me completely

and You sanctified me.

1 John 4:19
We love Him because He first loved us.

K. L. Bridges

Here are two poems of encourage written by Sheryl Johnson from Arizona, USA.

I KNOW HE HEARS

Each night I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
I pray my love to Him each night
and to always keep us in His light
.
I know He hears each word I speak
and listens to each and all I seek,
for every morning that I wake
I realize all He's done for my sake.

Sometimes I ask Him to hold me tight
and to help me make it through the night.
I know He hears each and every prayer,
for I feel His arms and how they care.

I pray that my food He will bless
and I pray He will listen as I confess.
Now I know He hears me as I pray,
for I feel at ease at the end of each day.

I know He hears each time I bow
and I know He's listening to me right now.
I know my troubles on Him have poured,
but I know He hears, for he's my Lord.

Sheryl Johnson
Arizona, USA

NO ONE WOULD EVEN CARE

I stood with a friend the other day
as she spoke she started to cry.
She said no one would even care
if she lay right down to die.

I stood there for a moment
unsure of what to say,
and then I did remember
of a similar time and day.

As I looked into her sad filled eyes
realization came to me,
it wasn't my friend I must help
it was Jesus can't you see.

I told my friend of Jesus
and how He saved my soul,
of the way He turned my direction
and made my life feel whole.

I knelt with my friend that very day
as we prayed we started to cry.
I said no one would even care
when Jesus opened His arms to die.

Sheryl Johnson
Arizona, USA

Here are five wonderful poems of encouragement written by Michelle Lowndes from South Auckland, New Zealand. Michelle also has a website with these and many other of her poems. The title of her website is Heavens Inspirations. It is a collection of Christian Inspirational Poetry that brings encouragement and hope as we continue to walk with the Lord. Also it is a resource of poetry for special occasions, greeting cards and scripture poetry. Michelle can write more personalized poetry for Baptisms, Baby Dedications and Weddings. She wants her website to be a place where people can find Jesus. Just click here to visit Heavens Inspirations.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE

Nothing is impossible
With the Lord in our lives
He causes doors to open
So we can walk inside

To brand new opportunities
We never knew before
To a new exciting level
In our walk with the Lord

With faith in our hearts
And our hand in His hand
We can cross any canyon
And through seas on dry land

For He will make a way
As in faith our walk begins
What seems to us impossible
Is possible with Him

When feeling like it’s all too much
Remember in the past
How God had made a way for you
When you came to Him and asked

And He again will answer you
And show you so much more
As you keep on trusting Him
And walking with the Lord

Michelle S. Lowndes
South Auckland, New Zealand


DESERT TIMES

There are times in our lives
The Lord may lead us through
A lifeless, barren desert
A time of testing too

But desert times can be
A place of special growth
Where God can do a work
And let His healing flow

I know that in these times
We don't feel God is there
We feel so very distant
And lost without His care

But God is there beside you
To bring you to a place
Of cool refreshing waters
Flowing with His grace

But for the present moment
You maybe in a drought
Don't give up on your faith
And don't you start to doubt

God is always faithful
And He will walk with you
Through the darkest moments
He'll be leading you.

Michelle S. Lowndes
South Auckland, New Zealand

THE BALM OF GOD’S LOVE

When we lose someone we love
The loss seems too great to bear
God sends us friends to comfort us
To show that He deeply cares

But in the dark hours of the night
When there’s nobody else around
When we feel the saddest and loneliest
It’s there God’s love can be found

It’s like a soothing, healing balm
To soothe our broken hearts
The healing oil poured over us
That flows into every part

We can rest secure in God’s love
And know He’s by our side
He holds us when we feel as though
A part of us has died

We can know that God will listen
When we just want to talk
And when we feel we need to cry
We can share it with the Lord

For He is always waiting there
Ready with arms open wide
As we pour out the hurt within
He pours His love inside

Our Father above loves us so much
And will never leave us alone
He will not forsake us in our need
To face this on our own

He comforts us and strengthens us
And rubs us with His balm
And as the dawn breaks through the night
We’ll awake in His loving arms.

Michelle S. Lowndes
South Auckland, New Zealand


PRAY IN THE BATTLE

I know Lord I don’t always try
And sometimes I don’t even care
I often let the worries of this world
Become a heavy burden to bear

I know at times I do not react
The way that I know I should
Instead my feelings rule my tongue
And I’m often misunderstood

I get so sick of constantly repeating
The same failures day after day
I feel so worn down by the constant battle
Maybe I should give up and ‘Pray’

Does this sound at all familiar?
Are life’s hassles wearing you out?
Do you remember to stop and pray?
So faith can replace your doubt

God never said that it would be easy
But He did say He’d always be there
We need to stop battling on our own
And give it over in prayer

Prayer is the one thing we should always do
Constantly, throughout the day
When we are faced with spiritual battles
We should never forget to pray

It’s so important to commit each day
Into the care of the Lord
So we can walk more victoriously
Than how we had walked before

The enemy tries to get a foothold
In every little way he can
We must be aware of his evil tactics
And refuse to give in to his plans

For we have Christ Jesus in our lives
And the power to overcome
As we keep praying and standing firm
All our battles shall be won.

Michelle S. Lowndes
South Auckland, New Zealand


GOD’S TIMING

The vision that God has given
And the things that He has planned
May not happen right away
Or in ways that we understand

For often God’s preparing us
For when that day arrives
When we will see the outworking
Of God’s vision in our lives

Though it tarries, wait for it
For it will surely come
God’s timing never comes too late
He’ll accomplish what He’s begun

God is never slow to act
He will surely bring it to pass
We need not be anxious and despair
But have peace within our hearts

For when it comes we’ll be released
Into what the Lord’s prepared
So we will fulfill all that He’s planned
As we are being gently led.

Michelle S. Lowndes
South Auckland, New Zealand
(Habakkuk 2 vs 3)

IF...
      God can hang the stars on high,
      Can paint the clouds that drift on by,
      Can send the sun across the sky,
     What could He do through you?

IF...
     He can send the storm through space,
     And dot with trees the mountain's face,
     If He the sparrows way can trace,
     What could he do through you?

IF...
     God can do such little things
     As count our hairs, or birds that sing,
     Control the universe that swings
     What could He do through you?

G. E. Wagoner

Here are two inspirational poems written by Nancy Burr. Other poems by Nancy are also featured throughout these poems pages. Nancy has a web site where she posts her poems. Click here to visit Surrendering to God at http://www.poetrypen.com/christianpoetry/, a website containing many wonderful Christian poems by a very gifted author.

I SAID A PRAYER

I said a prayer for you my friend,
That your struggles would soon end.

That you would feel God’s peace with you,
As you trust Him each day through.

I prayed that you would feel His love,
Rain down on you from up above.

I asked Him to take care of you,
Fill you with joy and laughter too.

I prayed that He would let you know,
That He will never let you go.

That He’d pour blessings down on you,
And make your grey skies turn to blue.

I prayed that God would give you rest,
And that He’d answer your request.

I asked the Lord to touch your soul,
Fill you with hope and make you whole.

My friend I prayed that you would feel,
His gentle touch reach down and heal.

I said a prayer for you my friend,
My best wishes to you I send.

Nancy Burr
London, Ontario

GIVE HIM ALL YOUR PAIN

Sometimes life does not make sense,
It’s hard and filled with pain.
It seems that everything goes wrong,
Dark days are here again.
The road you’re on is lonely,
You’re filling with despair.
Sadness fills your broken heart,
You wish someone would care.

But there is someone out there,
Who loves you very much.
He longs to heal your broken heart,
With his gentle touch.
He will never leave you,
He longs to soothe your soul.
He’ll hold you in His loving arms,
And never let you go.

He’ll fill your life with so much joy,
His peace will fill your soul.
He will set your heart so free,
His love will make you whole.
All your pain and sorrow,
He’ll gladly take from you.
He’ll fill you up with happiness,
And make you feel brand new.

The one who can do all of this,
Is Jesus Christ the Lord.
He can fill you up with strength,
Then be your shield and sword.
Jesus love you O so much,
That on the cross He died.
He paid the price so you can live,
Forever by His side.

Just pray to Jesus; ask Him in,
Then in your heart He’ll live.
He’ll never walk away from you,
His love He’ll freely give.
He’s here for you, just trust in Him,
And give Him all your pain.
He longs for you to trust in Him,
And feel His blessings rain.

Nancy Burr
London, Ontario

Here are two encouragement poems written by Terrica Jestice.

WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE

Sometimes in life when you struggle.
And you don't know what to do.
Just trust in Me to provide.
Trust Me to see you through.

Your question is clear, I've heard your heart.
"Where do I go from here?"
"These things that's happened in my life."
"Lord please draw me near."

I know of your troubles child.
For I have heard your prayers.
Believe in Me, have faith in Me.
For you know how much I care.

My love you know is yours.
With courage to face each day.
Strength to face your tomorrows.
And my guidance to show you the way.

Terrica Jestice, 5-21-02

A LETTER FROM JESUS

Oh how my heart cries out.
With tears for aches unseen.
How I wish to bring you comfort.
To make you wholly clean.

But each time that I've called to you.
You've turned and walked away.
Please my child, don't do that now.
Please hear these words I say.

My arms they wish to hold you close.
My voice to say I'm here.
I will be with you each step.
You need have no fear.

And though I know you don't know how.
It was I stood the pain.
Through faith my child, you will learn.
It was for love that I was slain.

And if but you could see my face.
Then you would know inside.
The joy that I could give to you.
If you'll just let my love abide.

My plea to you is "COME TO ME."
I'm calling once again.
I'm knocking at your door.
Please Let My Love Come In.

Terrica Jestice
1-25-02

TAKE THE GIFT

When I was a child,
Growing up in the church.
Doing my best to please Him,
To earn my worth.

Thank you God for grace,
When I fall on my face.
I can hear you whisper,
Get back in the race.

There are so many Christians,
Trying to follow law after law.
Satan delights in this state of mind,
Knowing that we would fall.

We can learn from the apostle Paul,
Salvation is not in the law.
It is allowing Christ to work through me,
Leading me to eternity.

Thank you God for grace,
One day I'll see your face
And feel your embrace.
Thank you, God!
Thank you, God!
Thank you, God!

Jay W. Mayes, 1997
Texas, USA

I SEE THE PAIN

I see how you go on from day to day
With smiles for everyone in every way
But deep down inside
I see the pain that you hide
And the hurt that just won't go away
Give it to me I will take it all
I died for this reason to save your soul
I know it is hard, but you just must let go
Give it to me, I'll remove it all
At the foot of the cross fall on your knees
And I will hear you when you cry out to me
You do not have to carry this load alone
Give it to me and I will lead you on

Aaron Armstrong, Nebraska

FRIENDLY OBSTACLES

For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heart,
My heart sings but a grateful song -
These were the things that made me strong!

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lie in vain,
I do give thanks for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!

‘Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulates man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive,
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.

~ Author Unknown ~

The following poem was submitted by Jonathan K. Petersen who writes: "I have a lovely old book of Christian poetry by a lady called Fairelie Thornton. I have been blessed by her poems and I pray that by sharing this others may be also."

ALL SUFFICIENCY

God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that having sufficiency in all things, you may abound in every good work. (2 Corinthians 9:8)

Sufficient for each conflict, sufficient for each cross,
This grace will compensate thee for every earthly loss,
No task that lies before you, no enemy you face,
But you will find the Master provides sufficient grace.

"Sufficiency in all things", He promises His own,
Whatever path you travel you need not go alone;
For this is His own promise in every time and place,
In all life's circumstances an all-sufficient grace.

What if all friends should leave you, what if all things conspire
To multiply against you, and frustrate your desire;
What if some thorn beset you from which you fain were free,
His strength in weakness perfect enough will always be.

No need to dread the future nor what awaits you there;
God never gives a burden but grace with it to bear,
And this is His own promise for every time and place,
In all life's circumstances an all-sufficient grace.

No flame can kindle on thee, no waters ever drown,
With Him the strong and mighty you gain the Victor's crown.
No load can be too heavy if He that load doth share;
His grace is all sufficient to carry every care.

And when your strength is failing, and life is ebbing fast,
He surely will not fail you, nor leave you at the last;
For this is His own promise, whate'er you have to face,
His strength in weakness perfect shall give sufficient grace

Here are two poems of encouragement written by Ellen Parker.

NEVER CHANGING CHANGER

The never changing changer can change your life today
He'll change your heart, He'll change your mind
He'll wash your sins away.
The never changing changer once changed Man's history
By sending His Son He was able to bring
Grace, Mercy, and Victory.
The never changing changer can change your attitude
By virtue of His word He'll modify your thoughts
While supplying your heart with humble gratitude.
If the never changing changer calls out your name today
Pay heed to His voice, don't run and hide
He'll walk with you, He'll talk with you
He'll be your loving guide.

Composed and written by ellen marie parker
 

KNOW I AM HEALING

I come to heal the broken hearted.
Those who cry many tears.
Tears of grief, tears of fears
Tears of joy, tears of relief.
I come to dry your tear washed cheek.
With words of comfort I come to speak.
Look not to the left, look not to the right.
Look only to me both day and night.
Dear cherished child, I give you peace.
I am your God. Your pain will cease.
Each minute, each hour, each and every day.
Through my love, healing comes your way.
Memories live on within your heart and mind.
And through it all I Am with you all the time.
Please know my Dear, please know
From your side I will never go.
The healing continues both day and night.
I am the healer, I AM the Light.

Composed and written by ellen marie parker
August 15, 2002

Click here to visit Ellen's website of poems titled "Inspirational Poems" at http://pages.ivillage.com/twinkles1/inspirationalpoems

PERSEVERE

Does the way seem long and dreary,
And your goal too far away?
Do you falter and grow weary
With the cares that press each day?

Does the burden that you carry
Seem an endless load of pain?
Are you tempted oft to tarry,
Ne'er to lift the cross again?

Don't despair; the way will brighten;
Arm yourself with strength anew;
Prayer will help the load to lighten;
Faith and hope will strengthen, too.

Keep in mind the thought so cheering,
Those who persevere will win!
Soon you'll have the joy of hearing,
"Faithful servant, enter in."

Grace Mann

I DO GIVE THANKS ...

For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat
My heart sings but a grateful song --
These were the things that made me strong!

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!

'Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate one's will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep one's will alive,
O'er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.

~ Author Unknown ~

ALL I COULD WHISPER WAS "JESUS"

All I could whisper was "Jesus"
I was torn in the depths of despair.
All I could whisper was Jesus
His name alone was my prayer.

All I could murmur was Jesus.
He knew all my struggles and pain.
He knew my requests all unspoken
While I softly cried out His name.

Bound in the depth of His mercy
Held fast in the shade of His care,
His sweet gentle name was my refuge,
Anchored safe in that harbor of prayer.

Still, all I could whisper was Jesus.
All I could say was his name.
All I could whisper was Jesus,
But he knew my prayers just the same!

Betty G. Alexander

LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD

Once there were two women
        who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,
        the other you call mother.
Two different lives shaped to make you one,
One became your guiding star,
        the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life,
        the second taught you to live it.
The first one gave you a need to live,
        the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
        the other gave you a name.
One gave you emotions
        the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
        the other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home
        that she could not provide,
The other prayed for a child
        and her hopes were not denied.
And now you ask me through your tears,
        the age-old question unanswered through the years;
heredity or environment?

        Which one are you a product of?
        Neither, my darling, neither,
        just two different kinds of love.

~Author Unknown~

"We make a living by what we get.
We make a life by what we give."

Here are two poems of encouragement written by Emily McAdams. Emily has written several inspiring poems which can be found on her very attractive website at: http://www.geocities.com/expressionsbyemily/index.html

JESUS IS WAITING

If every person in this world
Would take the time to see
The beauty that God created
How amazing this would be.

The sun in all its brightness
He made to light the day
The moon and all the countless stars
At night to lead your way.

The majesty of mountains
The golden fields of grain
The sweetness of a bird's song
A rainbow after rain.

The rustling of the leaves of trees
The slightest breath of wind
Are these just God's reminders
Of the love He wants to send.

So if you don't know Jesus
But you want Him in your heart
He doesn't want to lose you
So you must do your part.

He's always there and waiting
He's listening for your voice
He wants to be your Savior
But He lets you make the choice.

He only wants what's best for you
And He wants you for His own
To live with Him in glory
To share His heavenly home.

So when you feel a yearning
For something more you need
Jesus is holding out His hand
Just reach for it, He'll lead.

All sins will be forgiven
And you can start anew
If only you will just believe
That Jesus died for you.

That God His Holy Father
Raised Him from the dead
Now He lives and reigns in heaven
Just as the scriptures said.

Your life will be completely changed
When you are born anew
Because you have His promise
That He'll come back for you.

This life on earth is nothing
Compared to what's in store
You can't begin to comprehend
What God planned long before.

No more tears or pain or sorrow
Will you ever have to face
When at last you make it home
To dwell in God's own grace.

You'll meet your Savior face to face
And kneel before His throne
To worship Him forever
In your everlasting home.

Emily McAdams
October, 2001
 

MY LIGHT AT DAWN

In the early morning hours
Before the break of dawn
I spend this time of piece and quiet
Just God and me alone.

The beauty of His creation
The stars and moon still bright
Only He, my Lord and Savior
Could have painted such a sight.

I take this time to pray to Him
And praise His glorious name
And if by chance I miss this time
My day's just not the same.

And as I live my daily life
He's always in my heart
He gives me strength to carry on
If my own world falls apart.

He helps me when I'm down and weak
And despair is all I see
He reaches out and draws me back
His arms encircle me.

The joy and peace that He can give
Is just within your grasp
Invite Him into your heart today
You simply have to ask.

So if your life seems empty
And your days aren't clear and bright
Make some time to spend with Him
For God is dawn's first light.

Emily McAdams
Copyright October, 2001

An Angel walked this path today,
He came to meet me here,
To bring me courage, strength and hope,
My heart to warm, my spirit to cheer.

Oh Angel Fair come back to me,
again walk down this road,
I need more courage, strength and hope,
too heavy seems my load.

The Angel came and looked at me,
and said in accents mild,
"Thy load is not too heavy,
 Thy Father weighed it child."

Then my load did lighter grow,
God's love seemed even kinder.
"I love you much," the Father said,
"The load is your reminder."

~ Author Unknown ~
Submitted by Peggy Roush who read it in an Ohio paper years ago.

The following four poems of encouragement were written by Steven Hanna, a very gifted Christian poet. Steven has written many incredible Christian poems on a variety of topics. Click here to visit Steven's website of inspiring and encouraging Christian poems at http://www.godisgood.iwebland.com/. Thank you Steven for sharing your poems with all of us.

A FRIEND WHO'S ABLE

I've found a friend who's able
He's always by my side
He cared enough to give His life
In Him I can confide.
He helps me when I'm feeling down
He wants to help you too
Through Him, your life will be transformed
Your mind, He'll mould anew.
So many people fail to find
This friend I know so well
But He is here for all who seek
So listen as I tell.

Of His undying love for you
Your broken heart He'll mend
Just simply ask Him to come in
A helping hand He'll lend.
But who is this I talk about?
I hear you ask aloud
The man who made a difference
Who stood out from the crowd.
This man is known by many names
I love to call Him friend
His Father named Him Jesus
And His Kingdom will not end.

© Steven Hanna, 2001
 

A HELPING HAND

Another morning sunrise
To start a brand new day
I'm scared by what awaits me
It's time I knelt to pray.
Your precious Word, it teaches
To bring my fears to You
To leave them at Your throne of grace
And You will help me through.

© Steven Hanna, 2001

COME BACK TO JESUS

I know that life isn't easy
A smile is hard to find
And really, I can't blame you
With so much on your mind.

You know the Lord's the answer
I know you're still His child
And even though you've pulled away
His love stays meek and mild.

The Devil's out to trick you
To tear your life apart
But Jesus is the answer
He's light instead of dark.

And with His light He'll lead you
Back down the narrow way
He'll walk each step beside you
Your life need not be grey.

So come rejoice in Jesus

His arms are open wide
He's calling you to enter
You're still His special child.

© Steven Hanna, 2001

IN HIS CARE

I don't know why this happened
Some things I can't explain
But all I know, is God is love
And He will soothe your pain.

All we can see is 'here and now'
But Jesus knows what's best
And He is waiting for your hand
He'll put your mind at rest.

I know the Lord is faithful
His love, it will not end
And He will bring your heart a peace
For He is your best friend.

And so, in Him, you can confide
He's waiting for your prayer
To draw you closely to His side
And keep you in His care.

© Steven Hanna, 2001
 

The following three inspiring poems were written by Sharon Maxwell. Sharon has written dozens of many wonderful Christian poems which she has categorized into nearly a dozen different topics and subjects - each preceded with a bible verse and short introduction. She has placed all of them on her website at http://sharons-song.tripod.com/. So click on the link to visit Sharon's website and see her many uplifting and encouraging poems that clearly expresses her love for our Lord.

CLOSER TO JESUS

The closer I draw to Jesus

And confess to Him all my sin,

The more He fills me with more of Himself

And cleanses my heart from within;

Mercy is granted whenever I fail;

Grace is given when I am in need;

What a joy to know

More like Him I will grow

As on His Word daily I feed;

Yes, the closer I draw to Jesus,

More like Him I surely will be;

For I claim His Blood to cover me over

And keep me constantly free;

Yes, I claim His Blood to cover me over

And constantly keep me free!

(c) Sharon A. Maxwell, 08/28/01

Poem Number 2:
 

JESUS . . . Mediator (Hebrews 12:24)

Jesus, as we intercede for our family, You are able to save completely and forever those who come to God through You, because You always live to intercede for them! Thank You! (based on Romans 8:26-27 Hebrews 7:25.
 

BLANKET IN PRAYER

Blanket our loved ones in prayer!
Cover them with care and concern;
Lift them with love to the Father Above;
With faith let our hearts for them yearn...

Blanket our loved ones in prayer!
Tuck them in with faith each day;
Leave them with God, believing
He loves and will show them The Way...

Blanket our loved ones in prayer!
Each moment, each hour of each day
Intercede and cover in loving prayer;
Someday we will reap what we pray...

Blanket everything that we do
With each deed and each motive so true;
For as we blanket with care
Our loved ones in prayer,
Our Heavenly Father will blanket us, too!

(c) Sharon A. Maxwell, 02/02/92

Poem Number 3:
 

 O Lord, out of our depths we cry to You! You hear our voice! Your ears are attentive to our cry for mercy! You hear us...You help us...You heal us! Praise the Lord! (based on Psalm 130:1-2).

In the midst of pain and heartaches, I sometimes question, Why? But I am learning that it really doesn't matter why! God knows all about it, and He never quits caring. He brings me through it and He will always be with me! I have also learned that God can use what I have gone through to reach out through me to help someone else... maybe even you.

TO YOU WITH LOVE
FROM GOD...

For every teardrop you cry today,
I am storing in heaven for you
A blessing beyond compare --
Forever, My Word is true;

My child, I am the LORD of your life;
I care ever so deeply for Thee;
To strength your faith, My precious child,
I have allowed what you cannot see;

I know you don't understand
The pain you are now going through;
But from within the Presence of My Love
Trust in My plan for you;

Remember all the promises found
Within my Holy Word;
Believe and claim them right now;
Every word of your prayer has been heard;

I will always hold tight to your hand;
I will lead you in Wisdom's Way;
I will hold you and never let go;
We will meet on that Glorious Day!

(c) Sharon A. Maxwell, 12/08/93

 

THE WIND'S NOT ALWAYS AT OUR BACK

The wind's not always at our back,
The sky is not always blue.
Sometimes we crave the things we lack,
And don't know what to do.

Sometimes life's an uphill ride,
With mountains we must climb.
At times the river's deep and wide,
And crossing takes some time.

No one said that life is easy,
There are no guarantees.
So trust the Lord continually,
On calm or stormy seas.

The challenges we face today,
Prepares us for tomorrow.
For faith takes our fears away,
And peace replaces sorrow.

~Author Unknown~
 

ONE MORE SPIRIT MENDED

Most of my life I live in vain -
I reach out for things I do not have
I elevate them, bits and pieces
but it's these things I don't obtain;
these ordinary times I take for granted each day,
I felt it was simply easier to live my life that way;
I continued with emotional guilt hidden in my heart
I buried the frustration and the pain I caused in my life;
Can't say why I function like this -
perhaps I stopped thinking that God set me apart;
I should have known He'd seen my quiet tears
and now I know He feels my silent fears;
But it's when I saw His arms spread for me
and the burdens that I've put upon His shoulders -
I think that's when I could say I fully understood
that His love for me has transcended
and Heaven rejoices - one more spirit mended.

Geri Leche
Louisiana, USA
 

HOPE

There's a great almighty man up there
someone who will always care.
When you're lonely and lose faith and hope,
you wonder how on earth you'll cope.

To the rescue, God is there
to help you during your despair.
He sees your hurt and feels your pain
and will always be there, when in need again.

Never forget him, he's always there
confide in him, in your prayer
He's our creator, our strength, our friend
His love for us will never end.

Julia Inia, Sydney, Australia
 

I'M SUFFERING

I'm suffering just like Jesus did,
I know I can be strong.
The battle belongs to the Lord,
In Him there is no wrong.

I'm suffering just like Jesus did,
Yet His peace covers my soul.
As I walk along beside Him,
I feel so bold.

I'm suffering just like Jesus did,
with an abundance of fear.
Yet in the mist around me,
I know he is here.

I'm suffering just like Jesus did,
Yet His faith lives in me,
For as I walk within His light,
His love is all I need.

Shirley Beck
 

PRAYER

I know not by what methods rare,
But this I know, God answers prayer.
I know that He has given His word,
Which tells me prayer is always heard,
And will be answered, soon or late;
And so I pray, and calmly wait.

I know not if the blessing sought
Will come in just the way I thought,
But leave my prayers with Him alone.
Whose will is wiser than my own,
Assured that He will grant my quest,
Or send some answer far more blest.
 

Eliza M. Hickok

I am submitting a poem of comfort to whoever may read it. The Scripture I used to write the poem is Psalm 46:l, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." and Psalm 46:11, "The Lord of Host is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge." Se'lah

MY REFUGE

God is my refuge;
In Him I can hide.
He protects me from harm;
Under His wings I abide.

God is my help
In the time of need.
He gives me comfort
When His Word I read.

God is always there,
Though things look bleak.
He will be my strength,
Even when I am weak.

God is the great I AM;
I exalt Him above all.
In His arms I'm secure;
He'll not let me fall.

In Christ,
Deborah Smith Plemmons

MIRACLES

I read a Bible story;
Back, when I was just a kid,
About all of the wonderful
Things, Jesus did.

How He healed the sick;
And prayed, with the poor,
He spoke of God's love,
On that Heavenly shore.

With the touch of His hand;
He made the mute talk,
The blind man to see,
And the lame man could walk.

How, He turned the water into wine;
And, could even raise the dead,
But, it took a lot of faith, and love,
"For, those miracles, He said."

Now, Jesus is still, in this business to heal;
Just , as He did back then,
And, if you believe, and have courage, and faith,
He will heal you too, my friend.

Vickie Lambdin, Copyright 2001

HE GATHERS EVERY TEAR

Regardless of the circumstance,
Regardless of the fear,
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear.

Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His Word
To work things for our good.

But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye.

Yet gently gathers the tears
Within His hands to stay
Until He turns them into pearls,
And gives them back someday.

Glenda Fulton Davis

GIVE ME STRENGTH

If Satan's way I seek to go,
Lord, give me courage to tell him, "No."
Don't let my soul be led astray.
Please, give me strength for one more day.

And if I fall along the way,
Then lift me up, Oh Lord, I pray.
For, Satan's strong and I am weak.
Your tender mercies I will seek.

Your love is strong, your grace I need
When Satan makes my spirit bleed.
Give me strength, Oh Lord, I pray -
To fight this demon, day by day.

Satan's working overtime,
Trying his best to change my mind.
But if you'll help me, Lord, I know
His evil seeds will never grow.

For, you are mightier than the sword.
I've chosen you to be my Lord.
So give me strength, Oh God, I pray;
By standing in the devils way.

Vickie Lambdin

Here is another poem by Vickie.

SOMEONE WATCHES

Someone watches over me
Someone sweet, and dear
Sometimes he seems so far away,
And yet, so very near.

When my soul is weary
From the beaten paths I've trod,
He whispers oh, so gently,
"Be still for I am God." Vickie Lambdin

JESUS

Hold on to the love of Jesus.
For his strength and love is real.
He captures our hearts,
And within our spirits the blessed
Savior heals.
Hold on to the love of Jesus.
For within him comes divine peace,
For within the presence of the Lord,
Great suffering does cease.

Shirley Beck

CALL HIM FATHER AND ASK

Through out our lives
When darkness
Falls all around.

Confusion sets
In and brings our
World, tumbling down.

Call for help
From above,

Call him Father
And ask-
For his love.

Call him Father
And ask for
What you need.

Call him Father
And no longer
Will your emotions
Bleed.

It is written
In his words.

Call him Father
And ask-
If you want to be
Heard.

Call out to God
And he will
Reply.

Call him Father
And ask.

His love will
never deny.

Call him Father
And ask
For what your
Heart desires.

Call him Father
And his blessings
Will rain down
In refreshing
Showers.

Call him Father
And ask
When you are in
Doubt.

Finally learn
What his love
Is all about.

Just Call Him Father.

Tony Weaver, Copyright 2001

THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN IS THE BEST

As I was sitting down one day,
I felt the need to think and pray,
But soon my thoughts took over prayer,
A Still Small Voice cried out, "Beware!"

"Ignore that voice," Concern called out,
"You must get up, you lazy lout,
And tend these things that need your care,
Pray later on, He'll still be there."

As I gave way to what he said,
I felt a sense of fear and dread,
The floodgate opened, doubts poured in,
They took control with much chagrin.

My list of worries grew and grew,
I cried out, "God, what should I do?"
Again He spoke; I heard His voice,
And realized I had a choice.

I could dwell upon these things,
Or give them to the King of Kings,
And enter into holy rest,
Stand on His promise for the best.

I entered in and took His peace,
My spirit felt a great release,
Things of this world may worry some,
For me, the best is yet to come.

For those who stand in His sweet rest,
The worst to happen is the best,
Because in death we have His grace,
As then we meet Him face to face.

Joy Kelly 2001, The Woodlands, Texas

I REFUSE TO BE DISCOURAGED

I Refuse to be discouraged, to be sad or to cry
I Refuse to be down-hearted and here's the reason why
I have a GOD who's Mighty, who's Sovereign and Supreme
I have a GOD who loves me, and I am on HIS team

HE is all Wise and Powerful, JEHOVAH IS HIS name
Though everything is changeable, my GOD remains the same
My GOD knows all that's happening, beginning to the end
HIS Presence is my comfort, HE is my "DEAREST FRIEND"

When sickness comes to weaken me,
to bring my head down low
I call upon my Mighty GOD, into HIS arms I go
When circumstances threaten, to rob me of my peace
HE draws me close unto HIS breast, where all my strivings cease

When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control
HE gathers me into HIS arms, HE soothes my heart and soul
The great "I AM" is with me, my life is in HIS hand
The "GOD OF JACOB" is my Hope, it's in HIS strength I stand

I Refuse to be defeated, my eyes are on my GOD
HE has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod
I'm looking past all circumstance, to Heaven's throne above
My prayers have reached the heart of GOD,
I'm resting in HIS love
I give GOD thanks in everything, my eyes are on HIS face
The Battle's HIS, the Victory mine, HE'LL help me win life's race.

Lita Kurtzer
Copyright © 1991-1992 Lita Kurtzer.
All rights reserved. Published by permission.
 

THE END OF YOURSELF

How do you stop the pain, when it hurts so much inside?
How do you stop the pain, when your tears have all been cried?

When you turn to God, through His Son Jesus, to heal all of your sorrow,
You'll find comfort and mercy, and abundant grace, and the hope of a better tomorrow.

The end of yourself is the beginning of God, He's been waiting all along.
Where the lost are found, the blind can see, and the weak are oh so strong.

Thomas C. Duck, San Antonio,Texas

Here are two more inspirational poems by Thomas.

MORNING SOLITUDE

My favorite time of every day
is in the morning when I pray.

Just me and God, all alone.
I bare my soul before His throne.

I bring Him my burdens, and all my concerns.
When I can't express it, His Spirit discerns.

He gives back a peace beyond understanding.
Like a parachute gives a soft gentle landing.

So when life is a free fall that's out of control,
Make solitude with Jesus your primary goal.

And when everything seems to be going okay,
Still get with God alone every day.

For life is a series of trial after trial,
And strength comes daily, alone with God for awhile.

Thomas C. Duck, San Antonio, Texas.

TESTING, RESTING, AND WAITING

Between every promise and every provision there will always be a storm.
A test of faith, to show us and grow us, it is the Christian norm.

And if we focus upon the storm, then fear is bound to seize us.
Like Peter walking on the water, who took his eyes off Jesus.

Instead, we must focus upon our God, Who's in control of the storm.
And as we do, an inner strength, and confidence will form.

Resting in God in the midst of the storm is truly what faith is about.
God could easily calm our storm, but He wants us to learn not to doubt.

And as we are resting, and as we are waiting, upon our delivering King.
We should examine ourselves, to learn the lessons, in all that the storm will bring.

At times this waiting seems endless, but God knows how much we can take.
And He's in the business of building our faith, and never will He forsake.

We shall mount up with wings as eagles, if we wait upon the Lord.
For in His time, and in His way, His word becomes our sword.

God's timing is always perfect, and His delays are not denials.
Stand firm upon His promises, in the midst of all your trials.

Thomas C. Duck, San Antonio, Texas

GOD KNOWS

I looked at the hillside where the color of the leaves had changed, I knew this beautiful creation God had arranged.

He blesses us in so many ways, From snowflakes to make our world white to warm summer days.

He'll send a friend to brighten your day, You'll know this friend was sent from God's way.

Or someone may cross your path with a warm smile, It might be just what you needed to finish that last mile.

God knows our needs before we do, Even when we don't realize it he's there helping us through.

God knows every tear we've ever cried, He knows when we want to run away and hide.

Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair, But we have one we can depend on, one who's always there.

God knows when we're torn apart, Cast your burdens on him and he'll mend your broken heart.

He wants to see a smile on your face, As he blesses us with his grace.

~ Written By SouthernHeart ~

Anita Miller is SouthernHeart. Anita has an incredible website filled with beautiful poetry surrounded with absolutely stunning Christian backgrounds and graphics. Take a moment and click here to visit her uplifting and inspiring website of Christian poetry on many different topics.

PROVIDENCE

When I ask and I pray
And it does not go my may
I begin to doubt you are near

So I try to out do you
In the things I pursue
And I end up alone in my fear

God of creation, you like to surprise me
With the gifts you conceal till the day

Through no foresight of mine
But in your perfect time
You grant me my needs in your way.

Richard Hassefras 2001, Ontario, Canada

WAIT

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to fate,
And the Master so gently, said, "Child you must wait."

Wait? You say, "wait," my indignant reply,
Lord I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate,
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a "yes," a go-ahead sign,
Or even a "no," to which I can resign.

And Lord, you promised that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry,
I'm weary of asking, I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate;
As my Master replied, once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "so I'm waiting... for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign."
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun,
I could raise the dead, and cause the mountains to run.

All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you would not know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair,
You'd not learn to trust by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.

You'd know what I give and I save... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked,
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have last.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee."

Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see,
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, WAIT.

~Author Unknown~

CHEER UP

Cheer up my friend,
There is a rainbow at the end.
Don't give up the fight,
Doing so would be the devil's delight.
Look up to Heaven's shore,
Where there are treasures and much much more.
So cheer up my friend,
God is with you till the end.

Connie V @ 8-29-1989

IT'S IN THE VALLEY I GROW

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low,
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow.

~ Author Unknown ~

NOW I UNDERSTAND

I cannot say that I am glad when storm clouds come,
When days and nights are burdensome and long.
I like the peacefulness of sunny days
When life is bright and in my heart's a song

And yet, I know the wisdom I have learned
Or any courage that my life displays
Was never gained in golden sunlit hours
But rather grew from dark and stormy days.

I've felt God's presence closer 'mid the storm
As I relied on Him to guide my way
And through my trials found a stronger faith
Enabling me to better face each day.

And so, I would not ask God NOT to send
Those testings fashioned by His loving hand;
For ALL things work together for my good
And things once questioned ... now I understand.

By Beverly J. Anderson

ANGELS

Angels are watching over you
in your heart you'll see,
They are always there to help you
have faith in what will be.

They are ever with you
and lovingly will stay,
Embracing you with heavenly wings
protecting you each day.

Angels walk beside you
they understand and care,
They will inspire and uplift you
with a guiding love to share.

They bring a sense of peace
to everything you do,
Angels sit upon your shoulder
They're God's special gift to you.

Lynn M. Diehm

TOO TRUE, TOO OFTEN

Too often we don't realize
what we have until it is gone
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in Life that mean a lot.

Growing old is a privilege denied to many.
Never leave behind regrets

~Author Unknown~

THE ROAD

I've walked along the pathway of troubles, toils and snares.
I've stumbled over many obstacles carrying the burdens that I bared.

I've felt the pain and anguish of the sins that had me bound,
I've often crawled from danger zones to get away from the sound.

I've cheated death; I've cheated life, I ask, what does this mean?
I've often found myself thinking; I really don't know a thing.

I never knew which way to go so I took the road that I could dabble,
I often thought about the road, You Know, the one less traveled.

I was so lost and terrified of the horror that awaits me.
If I would go to leave this world, I knew God would forsake me.

I've found myself so confused, not knowing what to do.
I heard a voice within the night saying "Child, I Found You!"

I looked to the side of the pathway, the one wide, cold and dark.
I saw an opening into the woods, it was small but not as dark.

I took a step onto the path then another until I saw,
This road that was less traveled, I didn't see it all.

The way was filled with lots of fruit and meat for those to feast.
I heard a voice call out to me, "Oh Child, This is the least".

I walked ahead a few steps more, I stumbled and I fell,
But someone helped me to my feet but whom, I could not tell.

The voice, it spoke to me once more, it said Child, it's okay.
Remember that I'm with you, beside you all the way.

There will be times of heartache and troubles to get you down,
But keep your eyes toward heaven, you'll see this all around.

You will never ever be alone for there are angels everywhere.
Each one, who travels on this road, has angels aware.

And if you fall or go astray, Just listen to my call,
I paid the price on Calvary, I hold your blood bought soul.

And one day soon if you walk this road, One day it will be gone,
For I will Say "Child, it is time, Come to your heavenly home".

Belinda Kay Kinder, Charleston, West Virginia. 11-20-00
"God has blessed me so abundantly with a Christian Family. I pray this poem will lighten the hearts of many who think that there is no turning point after you start down that dark lonely road. He has showed me the path when I was lost and could not find my way. He has opened my eyes to a brand new world. Praise God, I'm not alone anymore." Belinda

AGE, WISDOM, AND FAITH

"Age is an issue of mind over matter," or so the saying goes.
"If you don't mind, it doesn't matter," for it's wisdom in you that grows.

And the wisdom found in the word of God, is to what we should all aspire.
And the older we get, the wiser we get, if surrendered to God's desire.

All of the tears through all of the years, from the betrayal, pain, and rejection
Just doesn't compare to all of God's care, working out in me His perfection.

Just like the clay, first molded by hands, placed into the oven and fired.
Firming the vessel, to the form desired, to be filled for whatever's required.

So when the trials of life start taking their toll, and you feel you've lost God's protection.
Just look through the cross, until three days later, at the glorious resurrection.

So whatever your age, and whatever your part, upon the stage of life.
Count it all joy, and think it not strange, in all your struggle and strife.

For the wisdom of faith promises us a safe and victorious landing.
As we trust in the Lord with all of our heart, and lean not to our own understanding.

God's wisdom for us is mere faith in Him, for the Bible makes this quite clear.
And through each trial, our faith should grow, year after year after year.

Thus, age is an issue of trust over trial, progressing as we grow.
And the greater our trust, in the midst of the trial, the more God's Spirit will show.

Thomas C. Duck, Texas

LEAN ON ME

As the road ahead seems rugged
and the path is getting steep,
I feel that I can't make it
so my heart begins to weep.

Then I turn to see who's coming
to join me on my way.
I see it is my Lord
and He slowly turns to say,

"Lean on me.....
when you have no strength to stand.
When you feel you're going under,
hold tighter to my hand.

Lean on me......
when your heart begins to bleed.
When you know I'm all you have,
then you'll find I'm all you need."

Then when I felt that no one cared
if I lived or died,
and no one bothered asking why
I'd go alone to cry.

When the burden got so heavy
I could barely face the day,
I felt His arms around me
as I gently heard Him say,

"Lean on me......
when you have no strength to stand.
When you feel you're going under,
hold tighter to my hand.

Lean on me......
when your heart begins to bleed.
When you come to know I'm all you have,
then you'll find I'm all you need."

Author Unknown

LONLINESS

For the lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. (KJV)

Excuse me, while I cry,
Inside my soul is hurting,
Excuse me while I cry,
Inside dark fears are lurking.

Sometimes I cry and know not why,
And can't stop no matter how I try.

But, please

Excuse me, while I cry,
It's something I can't control,
Excuse me, while I cry,
It eases my lonely soul.

Janice Hingley, 12/5/99

HOW MANY TEARS?

In December, 1993 there was an horrific crash on the M40 motorway where several children and their teacher were killed, from Hagley Roman Catholic School. It was heart breaking....here is my poem about it....

How many tears can a person cry,
Is there ever an answer to our question why?
Can one count the wounding stabs of pain,
Engraved within from that motorway lane?
Will the empty chasm ever depart,
From the bottomless well of a broken heart.

Love is like walking on a fragile wall,
Just a splinter of time can cause our fall.
Yesterday, you were ours to hold and caress.
So many souls for our God to bless.
Only He knows the reason you had to leave,
To enter His own eternal tapestry weave.
So here for now we all must wait,
Then all meet again, sometime at His glorious gate.

Janice Hingley, 13/5/99

ROCK BOTTOM!!!

Sometimes I can't feel my feelings and I wonder where they've gone,
I wander what life's for and feel I can't go on.
Oh yes, they are still there,
I feel - hopelessness and despair.

If I could cry, would I wash them out?
My feelings, I mean - I'm lost and full of doubt.
My only hope is in you Lord Jesus, God's own Son,
Will you give me strength to live and carry on?

If I feel something, then I know I am alive,
Why must I go on, for what must I strive?
And yet Lord, if I'm honest, I am afraid to die,
Don't leave me all alone Lord, please hear my cry.

But at the bottom is my God - The Rock,
To my soul's abyss, He holds the lock.
He gave me Jesus, who forever holds the key,
My faith is in Him, He will set me free.

Copyright: Janice Hingley. Who gladly gives permission to share, if this poem can comfort anyone in the grips of depression, then I would be truly blessed.

SPARROWS

So many sparrows fall
Yet no one sees
The One Who made them all
In silence grieves.

If God so loves the sparrows,
How much more
He loves the child
He gave His Son up for.

Robbin Milam Hall, 1988

IT'S IN THE VALLEYS I GROW

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble, and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Author Unknown

ON THE WINGS OF PRAYER

Just close your eyes and open your heart,
And feel your worries and cares depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above,
And let Him hold you secure in His love.

For life on earth grows more involved,
With endless problems that can't be solved,
But God only ask us to do our best,
Then He will take over and finish the rest...

So when you are tired, discouraged and blue,
There is always one door that is open to you,
And that is the door to The House of Prayer,
And you'll find God waiting to meet you there.

And The House of Prayer is no further away,
Than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.
For the heart is a temple when God is there
As we place ourselves in His loving care.

And He hears every prayer and answers each one
When we Pray in His name - Thy will be done.
The burdens that seemed too heavy to bear
Are lifted away on the wings of a prayer.

~Author Unknown~

I REFUSE TO BE DISCOURAGED

I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
And here's the reason why...

I have a God who's mighty,
Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
And I am on His team.

He is all wise and powerful,
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.

My God knows all that's happening;
Beginning to the end,
His presence is my comfort,
He is my dearest friend.

When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.

When circumstances threaten
To rob me from my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.

And when my heart melts within me,
And weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.

The great "I AM" is with me,
My life is in His hand,
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope,
It's in His strength I stand.

I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
As through this life I trod.

I'm looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God,
I'm resting in His love.

I give God thanks in everything,
My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory is mine;
He'll help me win the race.

~Author Unknown~

WAITING ON THE LORD

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"

"'Wait?', you say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"And Lord, you promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting. . .for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- but, you wouldn't know ME.

"You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save. . .(for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.
"The glow of my comfort late into the night.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may my answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."

~Author Unknown~
posted from HeartStrings

I am a mother of autistic twin boys and I gotta tell you this poem makes me feel better and reminds me that I have a very important job to do down here. It also reminds me that this journey was given as an honor and God will help, and do what ever needs to be done, I must trust in him that His will, will be done. I believe I found this poem at an Autism website.

HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

A meeting was held quite far from earth. "It's time again for another birth,"
said the angels to the Lord above. "This special child will need much love."

His progress might seem very slow, accomplishments he may not show,
and he'll require extra care from folks he meets way down there.

He may not run or laugh or play. His thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways he won't adapt, and he'll be known as handicapped.

So let's be careful where he's sent, we want his life to be content.
Please, Lord find the parents who will do a special job for You.

They will not realize right away the leading role they're asked to play.
But, with this child sent from above comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they'll know the privilege given in caring for this gift from heaven.
Their precious child so meek and mild is Heaven's Very Special Child.

Author Unknown

DON'T QUIT

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.

Author unknown

THE WILL OF GOD

The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

Everything happens for a purpose. We may not see the wisdom of it all now, but trust and believe in the Lord that everything is for the best.

~Author unknown~

TAKE HEART

If you're tempted to despair,
And you think that no one cares,
There's one thing that should be clear:
"I will keep My promise to you. I am here."

As these doubts and fears assail,
And you think that you will fail,
Look to Jesus and you'll hear:
"I'll not leave you. I am here."

"I am with you in your trials.
I'll support you in your woe.
Any place that I may send you,
You can trust me. I will go."

"Through the valley, cross the mountains
Where the raging waters flow.
I will never, never leave you
But will surely always go."

"So take heart and don't be fearful,
Dare to love and trust in Me.
And your mission will be joyful
As My Spirit sets you free!"

Anonymous

I wrote this poem during the divorce that I am going through now. It has been really hard for me losing the woman that I hold in the deepest depths of my heart. God is carrying me through the hardest time in my life. I have Faith through Him and so will be able to endure all of Life's struggles.

Chris Mason, Atlanta, GA

When the times of my life
Seem ever so dark
I turn to the Lord
And He comforts my heart

His Love and His Grace
Fills my every need
And His promise through Jesus
Makes my life complete

My life as a sinner
Was paid with a price
Through the blood of my Savior
Who is the Holy Jesus Christ

As He works in my life
And changes my heart
I will follow His word
And I will never depart

For God so Loved us all
That He sent to this earth
A King who would save us
From the time of His Birth

THE GAMBLER

I was just a gambler, liked to throw the dice
Now and then I'd win, that was very nice
As I threw the dice, as I played the wheel
I do not see the devil, and all that he would steal!

I started out quite small, wagers here and there
Not too much to lose, really not a care
The devil left me win, enough to cloud my mind
How was I to know, that I was going blind?

The bets got ever higher, the cost began to grow
My peaceful state of mind, now began to go
The games no longer fun, I began to lie
All the while I'd smile, as yet I would deny!

Now, let me bring to light, the moral of this thought
Eternal loss, damnation, and all that it will cost
The tiny little wagers, were tiny sins, you see
Creeping into life, to keep the light from me!

Subtle and quite coy, as he took control
Into the gamblers life, Satan deftly strolled
Tiny little sins, grew bigger, bigger yet
And I, the once great gambler, lost the final bet!

Eternity in Hell, cut off from love of life
Eternity in Hell, never to see light
I could have cashed my chips, for Jesus and the truth
You cannot win and gamble, and Hell is final proof!

So listen to the gambler, who never made the choice
Listen to the gambler, listen to hell's voice
Cash your chips in now, before the final roll
And you will find your name, on Heaven's precious scroll!

(c) Jay L. Zumbrum
In Jesus Precious Name
And for His Glory

FOREVER LOVE

Just a wounded child, calling out to thee
Just a wounded child, now on bended knee
Just a wounded child, who did not understand
The lessons we must learn, as we travel through this land!

Satan tries to tell me, that you are never there
And he tries to tell me, that you've never cared
And as I face these trials, with mountains much too high
I must stand my ground, rebuking all the lies!

I know that to the world, I now look like a failure
I'll never be a doctor, a lawyer nor a tailor
There are so many people, smirking in my face
Sometimes it seems impossible, to finish out this race!

I do not understand, the fires that lick my flesh
But know deep in my heart, that I will pass this test
I may not understand all that I've been through
But know that I've found love, one that's ever true!

(c) Jay L. Zumbrum
In Jesus Precious Name
And for His Glory

The Vase

I came upon a vase, upon it was my name
The vase, before, had fallen, and would never be the same
In many, many pieces, the vase before had been
Each and every one, a broken wicked sin!

And then a man named Jesus, came upon the vase
And when he saw the pieces, a smile lit up his face
One by one he took them, and made them almost new
And what held them together was not a man made glue

What held them all together, was Jesus and his light
Shining through the cracks, into the darkest night
Within the vase, he placed a piece, the one that was my heart
And said to me, with all his Love, I never shall depart!

(c) Jay L. Zumbrum
In Jesus Name
And For His Glory

FAITH TO MOVE MOUNTAINS

Faith Can move mountains,
no matter how steep.
Faith can calm troubled souls,
no matter how deep.

Mountains are whatever
is bothering you.
Mountains are whatever
makes you blue.

Check out a mountain
and see what it's made of.
The mystery of your problems
this will solve

A mountain is made up of
one small grain at a time.
Your mountains are made up
with just the same kind.

The smallest problem
that bothers you the least
is the one that you quickly
bring down to defeat.

Each problem you do away with
brings this mountain down to size.
Mountains of problems
are satan's masterpiece of disguise.

Faith is reaching out to God
and knowing He is near.
Faith is holding on to God
and let Him wipe away every fear.

~~ Sharon Lambkin ~~

JESUS CAME TO ME

Just about a year ago
Jesus came to me
He must have seen my aching heart
Or heard my mournful plea

He led me to the alter
He put me on my knees
He listened as I begged him
Dear God forgive me, Please

He's there in every crisis
He leads me every day
He's teaching me compassion
All along the way

The crosses that I must bear
Had filled me with fright
They're easier to carry now
As I walk in his precious light

I talk with him each day
He's become a friend to cherish
I know that in him
I will never ever parish

My life here on earth
Is but a stepping stone
To that great day in Heaven
When I meet him at the throne

God gave his only son
So that I could be saved
An oh that debt on Calvary
That he so freely paid

I praise his holy name today
I lift my hands to him
I give him all the glory
For he forgave my sin

Since he washed my sins away
I now can clearly see
All I had to do was ask
And Jesus came for me

Lolly Thompson, 1999

My name is Marie Hunter, and I am from Nanaimo, BC, Canada. I struggled for years with sin in my life and never seemed to be able to get free from it. The reason was the way I viewed myself. I thought I was a terrible person, who would be stuck in a rut for the rest of my life. When I realized that when Christ died for me and I excepted him, I learned the most powerful revelation of my life. Galations 5:1 "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free, stand firm then and do not be burdened by a yoke of slavery." (NIV Translation.) When I learned that Christ had not only died for my sins, but to set me free from me, it was life changing. This poem speaks of how when we except Christ he changes those ugly titles we have acquired over the years. The tittles that often hold us back from enjoying the freedom that is there for the taking. I hope that this poem will mean as much to someone else and it has to me. That others will realize who they are in Christ.

HE HAS CHANGED MY NAME

Throughout my life I've asked many questions
each one determining my future plans
but the most devastating answers have come from the question
who do you say I am?

Not all answers have come from words
spoken to my face
Not all answers have come from friends
Trying to put me in my place

Words have come from looks
from eyes that say it all
Words have come from books
I am too fat, too ugly, too tall

Words have come from silence
when I was feeling sad
Words have come from loneliness
or a hug I never had.

After years of gathering input
of who the world said I was
I pieced my names together
as every person does

I then carried out the duties
of what my titles said
Hating myself more each day
wishing I was dead.

Then I met a friend
who thought the world of me
His name was perfect, pure, and innocent
Holy, righteous and free

This perfect man who loved me said
I'll wipe away your pain
Give me your ugly titles
and I will change your name

But how? I asked this perfect man
and He looked at me, having counted the cost
He said like this, I love you.
and then He died upon a cross.

Now my name is perfect, holy righteous
innocent and free.
Because when Christ died upon the cross
He changed my name for eternity.

Marie Hunter

THE MENDER

My Savior specializes in mending broken things,
He takes the heart that's shattered, and gives it songs to sing.

He pieces it together with His sweet gracious touch;
He mends the heart that's broken because He loves so much.

He mends the broken spirit, then lifts that spirit up,
And pours the oil of gladness into the upturned cup.

The broken lives He reshapes... those lives so wrecked by sin,
When in their crushed condition they turn in faith to Him.

The broken dreams that crumble to ashes at our feet,
That seemed so fair and lovely, that made life taste more sweet.

Those broken dreams He rebuilds and fashions them anew...
Then gives us faith to trust Him to see new dreams come true.

What of the broken plans then? The broken health that comes?
Is He not ever mindful when life's swift pendulum

Dashes to scattered pieces the plans that we have made?
Above it all, He whispers- "I shall come to your aid."

He restores broken spirits, binds broken hearts, and dreams,
Repairs the shattered pages of lives that He redeems.

He stands ready to help us no matter what life brings
Because He specializes in mending broken things!

~Author Unknown~

MY THORN

There's a thorn in my flesh,
that keeps bringing me down.
There's a thorn in my soul,
that keeps coming around.

The harder I fight it,
the closer it nears.
As I pray for deliverance,
my thorn reappears.

The sins of my past,
are all dead and gone.
But this thorn in my flesh,
is still hanging on.

I keep reading the word,
and I pray everyday.
That this thorn in my flesh,
will be taken away.

But your answer is silent,
my thorn will not flee.
When you answer, My Grace,
is sufficient for thee.

My flesh and my spirit,
keep waging their wars.
Though my spirit stays strong,
the lion still roars.

Still consumed by my failure,
I look to the Cross.
And ask your forgiveness,
this battle I've lost.

Please help me prevail Lord,
when temptation is born.
And please show me the secret,
to conquer this thorn.

If I resist that old Devil,
you say that he'll flee.
Because great is your Spirit,
that lives within me.

If I will humble myself,
in the Lord's precious sight.
He will lift me on up,
and out of the night.

If I draw close to you,
and I humbly submit.
You will rescue your child,
from out of the pit.

But to he that knows right,
and lets the wrong win.
His faith has been wavered,
to him it's a sin.

Lord build up my courage,
and help me to stand.
As this thorn in the flesh,
keeps sweeping my land.

I now trust and believe you,
and stand on your words.
Your scripture breathes life,
my spirit is stirred.

I have claimed total freedom,
now victory is mine.
Turning over my thorn,
to your Glory Divine.

I will walk in the truth,
as I ready my sword.
As I humbly submit,
to Jesus my Lord.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett
Date written.. September 16, 1999

LET'S GET HIGH

My body numb, my mind was blank,
the drugs I smoked, they smelled so rank.
This world of mine, had reached an end,
the drugs I did, were my best friend.

Then Jesus said, "Give me a try,
come walk with Me, and let's get high."
But the only high I'd ever known,
was artificial, just on loan.

"It's just a lie, the proof you'll see,
throw down those drugs, get high on Me."
"The drugs you do, they make you blind,
you search for answers, you'll never find."

"For surely with the drugs you use,
your life will cease, and you will lose."
"The high you need, you can not buy,
partake of me, and you'll never die!"

I made a move that darkened day,
to give up drugs, to stay away.
The inner peace, for which I'd looked,
I found in Christ, and I was hooked!

The drugs we take, they can not please us,
if you want life, get high on Jesus!

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett

PRISONERS OF THE SOUL

You sit behind those bars of steel,
wondering where time has gone.
You chose to fight the law one day,
but the law has finally won.

Your memory walks through happy times,
of your family left behind.
And your heart it cries for Love again,
and a peaceful state of mind.

Those thoughts were fresh, when you arrived,
now they fade with passing days.
And that freedom dream you held onto,
is now a smoky haze.

Now a broken heart and shattered dreams,
haunts you day and night.
If the hands of time could turn around,
you would change your wrongs to right.

But it's too late now, to repent your crimes,
no mercy will be shown.
The law is firm and won't forgive,
your crimes it can't condone.

But there's one who will forgive you,
of all that you have done.
He's the bright and morning star above,
he's God's own precious Son.

He died for you many years ago,
as he hung upon a tree.
And on that day, he swept away,
your sins and set you free.

We all are prisoners of the soul,
until Jesus breaks our chains.
And once we surrender our lives to him,
he will ease those hurting pains.

He brings hope to the hopeless everyday,
with his unconditional Love.
If you try him on, you soon will see,
he fits just like a glove.

But you must believe in Jesus Christ,
and make him Lord of all.
Before those chains that have you bound,
will loosen up and fall.

In his very own words, Jesus said,
at least in words of sort.
That every one has sinned in life,
and all have fallen short.

So if you want your hope restored,
just pray this simple prayer.
Invite the presence of the Lord,
and he will soon be there.

Say, Jesus I'm a sinner,
I'm lonely and I'm lost.
I understand you love me Lord,
and paid the highest cost.

Even though I am not worthy Lord,
forgive me of my sin.
I believe you are my Savior,
come dwell and live within.

You died upon the cross for me,
so I could be brand new.
And with this precious gift you gave,
I now die unto you.

I will serve you now and forever,
be my master and my friend.
Please take me underneath your wing,
let your Spirit now descend.

My life from this day forward,
will shine for all to see.
And spread the news of Jesus Christ,
the one who set me free.-Amen.

Now that hopeless soul that daily cried,
has finally found it's hope.
And your brand new friend, you just have found,
will give you strength to cope.

And if nothing else, find peace in this,
no matter the sentence you bear.
Jesus is coming again real soon,
and his Kingdom you will share.

And those years of time your looking at,
will seem like just a thing.
When your record is stamped for all to see,
"Paroled by Heaven's King".

So live each day for Jesus Christ,
and look up to the stars.
Cause a mansion is yours, just through Heaven's doors,
not a cell with prison bars.

And forgive yourself, cause Jesus has,
no need to further fear.
Put your trust in him, that precious gem,
His return is very near.

Written by.. Timothy Jon Barrett
Date Written.. August 19, 1999

WHAT GOD HAS PROMISED

God has not promised skies always blue,
flower-strewn pathways all our lives through.
God has not promised sun without rain,
joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God has promised strength for the day,
rest for the laborer, light on the way,
grace for the trial, help from above,
unfailing sympathy, undying love.

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking with The Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes of his life.
For each scene,
he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand;
one belonged to him,
and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it had happened at the
very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered the man and he
questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said
that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why,
when I needed you most,
you would leave me."

The Lord replied,
"My precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."

Margaret Fishback Powers ( This poem perhaps was written Thanksgiving (Canadian) 1964 at Echo Lake Youth Camp, Kingston, Ontario, Canada. The book, of the same name, is published by HarperPerennial, a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd., 1993. The original title was "I Had A Dream." )

OR

Mary Stevenson (many believe Mary is the author).

BIDING HIS TIME

Once, not long ago
I feared what the morrow
might hold
Lonely, scared, never
having been on my own
I did not think I could
make it alone
but as the season change
so did I
I became- a little wise,
for I realized
I would live, not die
for GOD can mend a broken heart
A shattered dream
a life torn apart
He bides His time
while meeting
your needs
and as on the wings
of a bird, He can set
you free...
so let Him have
His time
and do not rush
Him so
and you will find
a life and love better than you could
have chose...

By GODS' humble servant
Donna Golden

HE'S ALWAYS THERE

When you're feeling bad and your head is low
Lift up your spirit and know
That God has you in the palm of his hand
To give you strength, so you'll stand

When you think you've come to a dead-end
And the barrier that's blocking you won't bend
Know that God is all around you
And Kick that barrier down in the wind

When you know you just can't take anymore
And failure seems to be knocking at your door
Look to your front and back, to your left and right
And know that God will take care of this fight

When you think things are just impossible
And all you want to do is scream and shout
Know that all things are possible in Christ
And He is your way out
For He's Always There

By: C. Fogle, Poetry Of Praise Book Collection

Some things, we simply cannot tell, to those we care about…
What if they'd get the wrong idea, and change their mind, or doubt?
Perhaps they'd see that I am weak, when they believe I'm strong…
Or maybe they're convinced I'm right, when actually I'm wrong.

What if they took it really bad, and rumors start to fly…
My reputation badly stained, and things intensify?
People often fail us---imperfection in us all…
We tend to form opinions and to be so critical.

Sometimes the words just are not there when feeling really low…
We can't quite put our finger on, what's wrong with us, and so...
We'll spend a lot of energy to bury it inside…
In hopes that it will go away---we'll keep preoccupied.

When sin first entered in the world, we quickly figured out…
What disconnection (being alone) was really all about.
It started in the garden then, and happens still today…
The gaps in our relationships, and in ourselves, displayed.

Jesus knows our every hurt, our pain, our raw frustration…
Even those we keep inside to bear the full duration.
He is the One who fills the gaps and makes our lives complete…
He longs for us to come to Him—our needs, for Him to meet.

He sees the ugliness we have, and loves us all the more…
He died so that we all might have—relationship restored.
Jesus is a better friend than anyone could be…
He wants for us to be with Him for all eternity!

Let Jesus fight your battles—pour out your heart to Him…
He's patient, and He's gentle, and He really understands.
Please take the time to get to KNOW the One I'm speaking of…
There's NOTHING more important than—discovering His love!

-Rosemarie Wilson-Ferguson (Oregon)

THE JOY OF THE LORD IS YOUR STRENGTH
Nehemiah 8:10

There is never a day but we hear folk complain
Of their troubles and trails at length;
And we tell all such people this message of cheer:
That "the joy of the Lord is your strength."

If the will of the Lord for your life is not plain,
And uncertainties still you annoy;
Why, just leave all details to the wisdom of God--
Let your strength be the peace of His joy.

And if Satan endeavors to cause you to fall;
If his wiles against you he'd employ;
You can quench ev'ry dart that the Wicked One hurls,
If the strength of the Lord is your joy.

Does the work that He gives seem too much of a load?
Does it try you beyond your own strength?
Well, just yield all your being to Jesus, the Christ;
For "the joy of the Lord is your strength"

Pierce Hiscock (posted from INSPIRATIONS)

Guests

Pain knocked upon my door and said
That she had come to stay;
And though I would not welcome her
But bade her go away,

She entered in. Like my own shade
She followed after me,
And from her stabbing, stinging sword
No moment was I free.

And then one day another knocked
Most gently at my door.
I cried, "No, Pain is living here,
There is no room for more".

And then I heard His tender voice,
" 'Tis I, be not afraid".
And from the day He entered in --
The difference it made!

For though He did not bid her leave,
(My strange, unwelcome guest,)
He taught me how to live with her.
Oh, I had never guessed

That we could dwell so sweetly here,
My Lord and Pain and I,
Within this fragile house of clay
While years slip slowly by!

Martha Snell Nicholson

HE DID -- HE CAN -- HE WILL

The God that stopped the sun on high,
And sent the manna from the sky,
Laid flat the walls of Jericho,
And put to flight old Israel's foe.
Why can't He answer prayer today,
And drive each stormy cloud away?
Who turned the water into wine,
And healed a helpless cripple's spine --
Commanded tempests, "Peace be still."
And hungry multitudes did fill,
His power is just the same today.
So why not labor, watch and pray?
He conquered in the Lion's den,
Brought Lazarus back to life again.
He heard Elijah's cry for rain,
And freed the sufferers from pain.
If He could do those wonders then,
Let's prove our mighty God again.
Why can't the God who raised the dead,
Gave little David Goliath's head --
Cast out the demons with a word,
Yet sees the fall of one wee bird --
Do signs and miracles today,
In that same good old-fashioned way?
HE CAN. He's just the same today.

Martin Luther

KEEP A PRAYER IN YOUR HEART

A day that starts without a prayer
Is like an empty shell,
And a day that ends without a prayer
Cannot be ended well;
For when your heart turns HEAVENWARD
You find a sweet release,
And you understand the meaning
of "His mercies never cease."
When life brings pain and sorrow
Which you feel too weak to bear,
There's strength in God's abiding love
And in the power of prayer.

So never start a day unless
There's a prayer within your heart,
Don't make a firm decision
Until you've prayed about it,
For prayer is like a golden gift --
And just can't do without it ...
And though at times you feel as if
Your prayer has not been heard,
Remember, God is listening
And He hears your every word.
He may not always give the things
You wished and hoped He would,
But in His love and wisdom
He does all things for your good.

As He Wills

As He wills, my steps to follow
    As He leads, I'll take the way;
Murmur not, my heart, nor falter,
    Linger not, my feet, nor stay.

As He wills, yes, Jesus said it,
    Praying there, alone -- alone --
In the darkness of the garden,
    Pleading at the Father's throne.

As He wills -- it may mean sorrow;
    But His will is always best;
There the soul has calm assurance,
    And the heart has sweetest rest.

Though I cannot understand it,
    Why He thus has planned my way,
Yet I know all things are working
    For my good, each passing day.

Oh; the joy of trusting Jesus,
    Trusting where we cannot trace;
Leaning hard upon His promise,
    Proving His sufficient grace.

As He will till life is over,
    Till the gates swing open wide,
And I enter in triumphant
    To that home beyond the tide.

Katie V. Hall

The Promise

I know that the skies look gray,
The way may look unsure;
But Jesus has each step ordained,
Your future is secure.
Sometimes the greatest trials in life
Become the sweetest blessings;
If we can only keep our faith,
As we endure the testings.
For in His way and in His time
He works things for our good;
Why can we always stand on this?
... Just because He said He would.

Author unknown

JESUS SAYS, "I HAVE"

Have you ever--
Felt trapped in a room
That was all filled with gloom
Seemed no way to get out
And no one heard your shout?
Have you ever--
Just stumbled along
And the way seemed all wrong
And the burdens you bear
Made you fall in despair?

Well, Jesus says, I have!--
I've stood in Pilot's room
All about me was doom
Yes, I've felt the despair
When no one seemed to care.
Yes, Jesus say's I have!--
I have been there before
Do not fear anymore
I have walked down that road
And I fell 'neath the load.

Have you ever--
Had one you thought true
Say I really love you
But when trials came your way
Well, they just couldn't stay?
Have you ever?--
Stood by the grave side
Of a loved one that died
Seemed more than you could take
And your heart would break?

Well, Jesus says I have!--
Even when I was tried
By one was denied
Awake they couldn't stay
Not even to pray.
Yes, Jesus says I have!--
I have felt all their pain
As their tears fell like rain
For our loved one had died
And for Lazarus I cried.

Oh, Jesus says I have!--
I've been tempted like you
But the Word brought me through
I know heartaches are real
I know just how you feel.
Yes, Jesus says I have!--
I went up Calvary's Hill
To do my Father's will
With two thieves by my side
And for you I died.

Kathryn Souza-Wine

Until I learned to trust,
        I never learned to pray;
And I did not learn to fully trust
        Till sorrows came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,
        His strength I never knew;
Nor dreamed 'til I was stricken
        That he could see me through.

Who deepest drinks of sorrow,
        Drinks deepest, too, of grace;
He sends the storm so he himself
        Can be our hiding place.

His heart, that seeks our highest good
        Knows well when things annoy;
We would not long for heaven
        If earth held only joy.

                          William G. Coltman

GOD'S GRACE

I did not know His love before,
The way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
My pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
The "self-sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
Not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But then the way grew rough and dark,
The storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
I found I had no hold.

The ship that I had built myself
Was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
With nowhere else to hide
I had no strength or faith to face
The trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply spoke His name
And bowed my weary head.

His loving arms enveloped me,
And then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
But I will hold your hand."
So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
Or when I'd smile again.

Yet through the pain and endless tears,
My faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
But my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in a brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
Could Jesus' love shine through.

~Author Unknown~ (posted from "Christian Inspirations")

Here is another version of the above poem. This one also has a different title and four more verses.

THROUGH THE STORMS

I did not know His love before,
the way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
my pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
the "Self-sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
not a cloud was in my sky.

I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But then the way grew rough and dark,
the storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
my anchor would not hold.

The ship that I had built myself
was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
with nowhere else to hide.
I had no strength or faith to face
the trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply prayed to Him
and bowed my weary head.

His loving arms enveloped me,
and then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
but I will hold your hand."
So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
or when the storm might wane.

Yet through the aches and endless tears,
my faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
but my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
could Jesus' love shine through.

It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, "Why?"
At times I thought, "I can't go on."
I'd hurt, and doubt, and cry.
But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.

And now I see as never before
how great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
how Jesus cares for me!
He worked it all out for my good,
although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
and then He cried, "Enough!"

He raised His hand and said, "Be still!"
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
and flooded me with peace.
I saw His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong,
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.

Now I know more storms will come,
but only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped
me grow as naught else ever could.
I still have so much more to learn
as Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
that's where I want to be!

~ Author Unknown ~
 

THOU PASSEST THROUGH!

When thou passest through the waters,
Deep the waves may be, and cold,
But Jehovah is our Refuge,
And His promise is our hold;
For the Lord Himself hath said it -
He, the faithful God, and true -
"When thou comest to the waters,
Thou shalt not go down, but through!"

Seas of sorrow, seas of trial,
Bitterest anguish, fiercest pain,
Rolling surges of temptation
Sweeping over heart and brain -
They shall never overflow us,
For we know His Word is true;
All His waves and all His billows
He will lead us safely through!

Threat'ning breakers of destruction,
Doubt's insidious undertow
Shall not sink us, shall not drag us
Out to ocean depths of woe;
For His promise shall sustain us,
Praise the Lord, whose Word is true!
We shall not go donw, nor under,
For He saith, "thou passest through!"

By Annie Johnson Flint

LIVE EACH DAY

Sometimes we are weak,
we want to be strong,
But nothing is right,
everything is wrong.

We feel lost,
lonesome and blue,
no one to tell our
troubles to.

"Does anyone love me"
"Does anyone care"
We think too much,
we feel the fear.

So we pray to God,
in heaven above,
To send us His
tender love.

God will hear us
and answer our prayer,
"I love you my child,
Forget your troubles,
have no fear,
Whenever you need me,
I'll always be here"

Now we know we are loved,
by God, family and friends,
A love that is true,
and never ends.

We try harder,
and we pray each day,
We get better,
and stronger, in every way.

As we get stronger,
we are happy again,
We will live each day,
For ourselves, God,
family and friends.

Lulu Ann Bernardich

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