The following poem was submitted by Carol Plunkett. She has her own website of amazing Christian poems. It is called Bus Stop Musings For All Who Like To Wonder.


Our concept of God, the Creator
Whose majesty Nature proclaims
Is seen in the everyday wonders
And favours each follower claims
The Spirit, more subtle confirming
His presence through answers to prayer
His loving but forceful direction
Transparent, but certainly there
Both for us, to guide and to mould us
To form and develop our gifts
Confirming to us our uniqueness
Yet challenging each one who drifts
But then came the Son, somehow like us
Who loved us, but not us alone
He asked us to live in communion
And promised for sin to atone
Although He’s a personal Saviour
Relating to us one to one
He wants us to love one another
Whatever the other has done
To live lives of sharing and giving
To demonstrate our love and trust
And not to horde Him for our purpose
Despite our desire to be first
He sees this in every agenda
But illustrates His better Way
Our choice is to follow or flounder
A chance offered new every day

~ Carol Plunkett ~
August 2015


For worldly things this flesh does yearn; the things which we desire
The things that please the pangs of lust, this body does require.
Wants of every shape and size, our thoughts these things command
Our mind it doesn't ask of us, instead it does demand.
The thoughts come quickly of these things, brought on in several ways
They torture us and will not stop, the heart's intent it sways.
These thoughts they're borne of senses all, the likes of sound and sight
They cater to our urges strong, then caution is in flight.
Urges nothing more are they, than thoughts that bring elation
Lured and enticed by our desire, we fall into temptation.
Now once desire has then conceived, it gives new birth to sin
Which quickly grows into the act and brings forth death again.
There's one thing I can guarantee, of this repeating pattern
That much of life is spent in it, how much, well that's the matter.
Now of the types of sins there are, they range from big to small
But let's define the source, it's when to selfishness we fall
It says in 1 John 2:16, "For all that's in the world,"
The problem's made known in this text, the meaning is unfurled
Lust of the flesh is selfishness, it revels in our pleasures
To fill the gaping maw of want, there's no end to our measures.
There are so many things we see, to selfishness give rise
'Cause sight will lead to coveting, and that's lust of the eyes.
The third type of self sated sin, deeply rooted is the strife
Ambition paired with a mind so vain, it's called the pride of life.
We are told to try and overcome, these things that make us stumble
If we continue in these sins, His children will He humble.
I speak as one who knows that from your sins you cannot hide
Devastating was the fall that day, resulting from my pride.
The pattern's written there in James, which I followed to a tee
And the types well they came easy so I mastered them all three.
Inspiration I had lots, yet all derived from self
Should have been pride, instead His Word was put up on the shelf.
I chose the pleasures of my sin to enjoy for a season
Then heartache and regret I owned, and that choice was the reason.
But now today I'm basking in true joy and loving favor
The grip He holds upon my heart insures that I'll not waver.
I'm certain there's a lesson here, just look I'm sure you'll see
For this l learned that less of self, is more of Christ in me
So on your own now see a need and learn on Him to call
Pride goeth 'fore destruction , and 'fore arrogance a fall!!

~ Shawn M. Smith ~


If you regret what you have done in the past,
if you lament how your years have been spent…
It’s not too late to turn your life around.
It is never too late to repent.

Our God is the Father of forgiveness.
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done in the past.
The Lord will hold you in His merciful embrace
with an enduring love that will always last.

When you come to that fork in the road,
so you don’t regret the road not taken,
choose Christ’s path, which leads to light and life,
so you won’t find yourself among the forsaken.

Jesus loved you enough to die for you,
in order to save you from sinful strife.
He wants you to spend eternity with Him,
in the city of light and of life.

Just believe in the holy Word of God,
and that each and every word is true.
Just accept Jesus into your heart and life.
The Holy Spirit will show you what to do.

You’ll be set free from the regret and shame.
You won’t miss the person you were before.
When you no longer have to shoulder the blame,
You’ll realize your life can be so much more.

If you will seek His guidance from above…
He will take the lead. He will do His part
to point you in the direction you need to go,
to help you to make a fresh new start

~ Lanette Kissel ~


A feather, soft and light in the breeze
Is like the breath of the Savior, to me.
That still small voice, I hear each day
That helps to guide me on my way.
I feel His loving arms embrace
Every time I stop to pray.
In times of chaos, stress and grief
My loving Father gives me peace.
I may not know His plan for me
The entire journey, I cannot see.
And yet I know each step I take
Is guided by His love and grace.
So, I will follow where He leads
Until the day He calls for Me.
Then, as His child, I'll leave this place
And finally see my Fathers face.

~ Terry Canterbury ~
Florida, USA


Climb the high mountain
Up God's pathway
Looking unto Jesus
Lest you go astray.

Climb the high mountain,
Hard it may seem,
With Jesus as your guide
You will find your dream...

A life that is filled
With His love and His peace,
A life now and beyond
That will never cease!

~ Perry Boardman ~


I wonder what the world would be like if people could live in peace.
Love instead of hate.
The misery of wars would surely cease.

People would care about each other sharing what they had.
Everyone would have the things they need.
No reason to be sad.

Children would have the parents they need to teach them as they grow.
Man and woman living in marriage.
The family unit would be hold.

The color of a person's skin wouldn't matter. We would all be color blind.
People loving people.
Everybody being kind.

Wouldn't it be something if people were happy with what they had.
No time wasted coveting.
People not spending all their money on the latest fad.

The world would be a safer place when we go to bed at night.
What if we didn't have to lock our doors.
Not have to wake up in a fright.

What if we didn't have homeless people begging on our roads.
There would be no need to beg.
Everyone would be able to carry their own load.

Wouldn't it be something if all our Churches were filled on Sunday.
Singing and praising our Heavenly Father.
Not treating the Sabbath like it was Monday.

I wonder what will happen if people don't change their ways.
We know what happen in the days of Noah.
My “God” are we all living in such a daze.

~ R.W. Carey ~
Texas, 10-08-2014


Gentle Hands from Heaven guide us through life twists and turns.
So many things to temp us.
Won't we really ever learn.

Gentle Hands are very patient, let them be your daily staff.
They point us in the right direction.
Its when we fail then we deserve his mighty wrath.

Gentle Hands will nudge you when your steps are small and short.
Don't be afraid to step up.
Let Him guide you from the very start.

Gentle Hands guide us to love and not to hate.
Labor to buy our daily needs.
Its never right to take.

Gentle Hands touch our heart and take away the pain.
He touches our lives in such a way.
We never are the same.

Gentle Hands will comfort you when your days are long and steep.
He's never to far away to help.
You never have to weep.

Gentle Hands to caress you when you've been hurting for so long.
There's someone above who loves you.
His Gentle Hands are very strong.

~ R.W. Carey ~
Texas, 10-06-2014


Liberate this sovereign body
Release this stubborn soul
I need to feel no burden
Alive and awake without control

I give my broken body
I turn over all my deeds
I'll beg forgiveness for my choices
Until the skin's worn from my knees

My hearts has grown heavy
It weighs about three times too much
So I pray along beside my shadow
And I relinquish my last crutch

Yes I know that you are mercy
Yet i'm selfish and unkind
And I swear if you can change me
I'll maybe have to change my mind

~ Jacob Seals ~


In God's Word, many promises abound
To those who put their trust in Him
Resting upon what He has proclaimed
He will guide us when the way is grim

He promised, those who seek shall find
And a door is opened, if we but knock
It's the Father's pleasure
To give the kingdom, to the little flock

He promised, the labourer and heavy laden
Rest for their weary soul
And that the humble, shall be exalted
When true commitment, is their goal

He promised, to never leave or forsake
Those devoted to His plan
A lamp to our feet - a light to our path
Guiding us throughout life's span

He promised, that all who come to Him
Will not be a castaway
Giving assurance, to the faint-of-heart
When the adversary, would lead astray

He promised, that if for His purpose
We are called, and abide in Him
All things work, together for our good
At times when choices seem so slim

He promised, that no temptation
Will be greater than we can bear
But an escape route it shall provide
Delivering us from the tempter's snare

He promised, that when walking through
The valley of the shadow of death
No evil I will have to fear
When I am taking that final breath

~ Colan L. Hiatt ~

Here are five poems of encouragement written by Dawn M. Smith from Florida

God is the author of our peace, and is the Lord of our increase.
So if your life seems like a debit, God can turn you into a credit.
Trust the banker in heaven above; let him fill your account with peace and love.
You know he charges no interest, giving you a life abundantly blessed.
The banker above doesn’t work 9 to 5; around the clock he blesses our lives.
In our God you will find no greed.
He wants to take care of all our needs.
So open your account in Heavens National Bank.
And the God our Father you need to thank.

~ Dawn M. Smith ~

Patience, patience so they say,
is a virtue to come our way.
So we have just to wait,
Patience surly will be great.
The longer I wait the more I worry.
Patience, patience hurry, hurries.
Oh dear God help me to wait
But sweet Lord please don’t be late.

~ Dawn M. Smith ~

God knows right where you live.
No one to Him directions must give.
You know he come through shine or rain.
Delivering us from sickness and pain.
God works on weekends and all holidays.
He never gives up his patient ways.
The time is right; postage is paid.
Your yoke He took when on His cross laid.
Ask Jesus in your heart to make his abode,
Our Lord even knows your zip code.

~ Dawn M. Smith ~

If we spend our time doing the dues
We not have time to do the don’ts.
If we spend our time in God’s will
There’d be no time for our stubborn won’ts.
If you spend your time doing the don’ts
Please try some of God’s do’s.
The do’s have a way of changing your life.
Making a happier you.

~ Dawn M. Smith ~


Lord, Have I allowed myself to get caught up
In the devil’s wide sweep
Without realizing he never gives up
Even when we sleep !

Oh Lord, how many times do we get led astray
In our lifetime ?
Falling into the path of disarray
Instead of sampling Your new wine.

Oh Lord, forgive us that it seems so easy
For the devil to make us queasy  -
We don’t even see it coming,
He seems ahead in the race to block our running !

Have You heard all this before
Or am I the only lone ranger,
Forgetting to knock at Your door
And putting myself in danger ?!

Oh Lord, as for being weak
You don’t have far to seek
When You look at my ‘grade’-book
I’ve often been thrown over and shook !

How can we ever catch up  -
Satan’s wiles are no storm in a tea-cup  -
Oh Lord, we quickly come back to You
To rescue us out of every stew.

How amazing You’re willing to understand!
You’re even first to reach out Your hand
And to restore us from our fall,
Your blessed Love and Grace having heard our call!

For You will never leave us, nor Your child forsake,
You conquered  - Christ’s blood alone did overtake
The sin and evil which may try to lure us away  -
Nothing is able to separate us, since that Day !!

~ Dawn M. Smith ~


Don't spend your time in the wilderness
With murmuring and complaints
Go with what you have got
And not with all the ain'ts
You'll wear out soon my brother
With all your worrying ways
Take some time to meditate
Give to God your praise
For He is watching over you
Every moment of every day
He's waiting waiting waiting waiting
When will you ever pray
What! You don't believe it
Well call upon His name
Come with true repentant heart
You'll never be the same.

~ Gary James  Smith ~
© June, 2014


God's grace is greater than all your sin,
His peace is greater than the storm you're in.
His love will bind your broken heart,
And give your life a better part.

God's grace is bigger than all your fear,
His peace will wipe away your tear.
His love will seek you when astray,
And point you to the heavenly way.

God's grace is stronger than all your foe,
His peace is stronger than all you know.
His love will supply to you your need,
And like Elijah, help you feed.

God's grace will turn your stone to gold,
His peace will make good things unfold.
His love will hide you in His care,
And free from every harmful snare.

God's grace is here every passing day,
His peace in your heart will come and stay.
His love will abide for evermore,
If only you open wide the door.

God's grace is here this joyful day,
His peace would take your sins away.
If you to Him would trust your all,
And on His name but humbly call.

~ Ifeanyi Clerg Iwualla ~


Thank You Lord for a rejoicing heart
When trials and burdens come
When we can give them unto You
Thou blessed Holy One
Who bore our burdens on the cross
What sin that You did bare
You took the sins of the world              
To show how much You care
Sweetly doth Your children know
The removal of guilt and shame
Forgiveness and a joyful heart
Because we trust your name
Lord Jesus precious Lamb of God
That Christ of Calvary
Love still flows from Your heart
For sinners such as we
That light, Thou Light, still shines today
To this sin darkened world
Repent, believe, turn from sin
That gospel flag's unfurled
He lives, our Saviour Christ, He lives!
The Resurrection and the Life
Believe on Him today my friend
Be relieved of doubt and strife
Then joy, what joy, takes residence
In our Spirit filled heart
It gives us full assurance that
Our God shall not depart
His Word our source of solace
He will not leave us ever
Though heaven and earth shall pass away
God's Word abides forever!

~ Gary James Smith ~
Copyright May 6, 2014


When I was far away from You
The world enthralled! It drew and drew!
I saw not, heard not, found no peace,
To soothe my heart nor pounding cease.
I ran from this, to that instead,
Never to rest as I fled and fled,
I thought that this was life in bold
And so it was I ne-er was told.

My life was weak and almost went,
Time was slow and then was spent.
I passed into the timeless zone.
Nothing there, was on my own.

I waited, lost and empty too,
I knew not me, I knew not You.
When all at once, I was thrust forth
Now going South, from facing North!

Oh what joy I’m here, anew!
This is Life! This is true!
I gather strength and slowly climb,
Two rungs up, down one, I find!

I met myself when going down,
I felt! I saw! No need to frown!
I passed on by, to travel on…
My Friend is there! He is not gone!

I hunted down my every thought
I traced it back where it was caught,
I faced again the life I’d lead
Cut right through, 'til each was dead.

When I was not, You came! You were!
Thru the clouds a ray of care!
I felt Your light, then You were gone!
I peered again but there was none.

So on I went, right thru the web
Of tangled memories and dread,
From no, to yes, and yes, to no,
A fearful dream! It was to go!  

And when I finally gave in
Surrendered me to what I’d been,
We saw each Other bright and clear
No time or space for thought and fear.
No time or space for thought and fear!

~ Jan Hedgecock ~
Wales, UK


A precious child of God is going home.
And a choir of winged ones sing.
The Lord is sending a personal escort.
It’s merely a short trip by angel’s wing.
Your dear one held within a guardian’s gentle arms,
a loving embrace, which softens death’s sting.

Can you hear that gentle sound?
An angel is whispering in your ear,
saying your loved one is in a good place.
There is no need for you to shed a tear.
He’s been released from the cares of this world.
She will never again have a reason to fear.

Your heart is filled with memories of him.
In spirit, she is with you still.
You may not feel you can be happy now.
But some time in the future, you will.

For you both will again come face to face.
When in Heaven, a fond reunion will take place.

~ Lanette Kissel ~

(a message from the casket)

This rest in peace body that you now see
is nothing more than an empty shell of me.
My soul and spirit have since departed.
So I don’t want to see you brokenhearted.
I don’t want you to cry too long for me.
From these earthly bonds, I have been set free.
This is only the beginning of my story,
as I begin eternity with my King of Glory.
I’m getting acquainted with such wondrous things,
will soon be fitted for a pair of angel wings.
I hope you will try to be happy for me.
For I now have the best that life can be.
Remember, you need not weep for me.
For I have claimed my victory.

~ Lanette Kissel ~


Abide in Me, My precious child
Come tell Me what you've done
Whatever fear that grips you tight
By Me, can be undone
I will forgive your every sin
Through what My Jesus did
No matter what the gravity
Please let Me lift the lid.

Abide in Me, My precious child
I've washed clean all your grime
It's only you who's suffering
Recalling all your crimes
Believe that I have set you free
From all the devil holds
You are My child and not a slave
Believe what you've been told.

~ Mike Bullock, UK ~


Beneath the mask you’re wearing,
There lies a crumpled heap,
A mass of contradictions,
That you're desperate to keep,
If only people knew you,
A heap of sin and shame,
They would surely shun you,
They wouldn't be to blame.

As you keep on sinking,
Into this pit of guilt,
The devil has the victory,
With all the lies he's built,
God doesn't want to know you,
He wouldn't waste His time,
So carry on your life of fear,
Slide deeper in the slime.

God loves you very deeply,
He wants to hold you near,
To bring light to your darkness,
And banish all your fear,
Through Jesus you have power,
To change your sense of worth,
And be just as He wants you,
His child of joy and mirth.

~ Mike Bullock, UK ~


If I can hold hope in my hand,
If I can have enough faith to believe, even if it is as small as a grain of sand,
If I can love and learn to live,
If I can let bygones be bygones and try to forgive,
If I can see solutions in problems and not the other way round,
If I can regain sanity and not hear a sound,
If I can strive for peace and find the rainbows gold,
If I can retain the good times and remember them when I am old,
If I can see the sunshine and banish the rain,
If I can climb mountains and block out the pain,
Then I can start to recover and can face a new day,
Then I can face tomorrow and continue on my way,
If someone walks with me and we help each other somehow to smile,
Then I know that I am living and that life is worthwhile.

~ Sue Willetts ~

Here are three poems of encouragement written by David Rowley. David has his own website of Christian poems for you to visit at www.sounddoctrine.com/poetry/poems.htm.


We walk a lonesome pathway, but never walk alone.
And sometimes cannot see Him, but He is never gone
And when the sky has darkened, The light just fading grays
The SON is shining brightly, and will for endless days. 
So faith moves on to victr'y, and love goes on before
The pathway may seem endless, but the destiny is sure.
So we'll go on together, He'll conquer every foe.
And I'll never cease to love HIM. How can he love me so?

~ David Rowley ~


Oh I wonder, have you heard
about the wondrous God I serve
He rides majestic 'cross the sea
of time and all eternity!
He holds the sparrow in his hand
and sets the heavens glorious span

The King of Glory rises strong
and rids His world of sin and wrong
Spreads a blanket of pure grace
upon a dark and blighted race
and sings aloud a glorious song
of everlasting Joy

Do you know his tender love
the strong and mighty one?
feel the strength of powerful hands
the hands of God the son.
know in simple confidence
that the great work is done

and it will be alright, yes
it will be alright.

For a friend.
~ David Rowley ~


People walking everywhere
ever on the go
breaking hearts, encased in stone
no one will ever know

People smiling everywhere
putting on a show
"how you doing?" "looks like rain"
never talk about the pain

Talk of things that only mask
the longings deep inside
smile and sing - do anything
just make sure you hide
what's really there
just keep smiling
no one cares

People crying - can't you see?
I hope someday they find
a friend to love and listen
a love to set them free
I hope someday they find a friend
like Jesus is to me


~ David Rowley ~

We received the following in an email that was meant to be passed on to others. It was written for seniors and titled "Jesus Loves Me." We do not know who authored it but the lyrics is certainly well-written.

JESUS LOVES ME (For Seniors)

While watching a little TV on Sunday instead of going to church, I watched a Church in Atlanta honoring one of its senior pastors who had been retired many years. He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the Church even bothered to ask the old gentleman to preach at that age. After a warm welcome, introduction of this speaker, and as the applause quieted down he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly, with great effort and a sliding gate to the podium. Without a note or written paper of any kind he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak....

"When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your pastor asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 50 odd years of preaching. I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heart break and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me... The only thing that would comfort was this verse...

"Jesus loves me this I know.
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
We are weak but He is strong.....
Yes, Jesus loves me...
The Bible tells me so."

When he finished, the church was quiet. You actually could hear his footsteps as he shuffled back to his chair. I don't believe I will ever forget it. A pastor once stated, "I always noticed that it was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best."

"Senior version of Jesus Loves Me"

Here is a new version just for us who have white hair or no hair at all. For us over middle age (or even those almost there) and all you others, check out this newest version of Jesus Loves Me.


Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.


Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.

When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."

When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love

I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.


When life's short day is done at last
And heaven's gates open wide,
Pain and sorrow will then be past,
And I'll cast my cares aside.

I'll walk upon the streets of gold
And breathe pure celestial air;
Beautiful sights I shall behold
With the saints and angels there.

Jesus will be waiting for me
With all of His glory shown;
I'll live with Him eternally
In pleasures I've never known!

~ Perry Boardman ~

Happy moments, praise God
Difficult moments, seek God
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God

Give thanks for everything we have instead of worrying about what we don't have.

Here are five poems of encouragement written by Jeffrey Eilerman. Jeffrey also has a unique poetry blog site at http://jeffreyeilerman.blogspot.com.


May the pain you're feeling come to pass
May your joyful mood return and last
May your suffering be washed away
May you find some rest in the bed where you lay.

May you sleep peacefully in the quiet of night
May your spirits soar like an eagle in flight
May there be an end to your feelings so blue
May the healing hand of God reach out to you.

~ Jeffrey Eilerman ~


Please Lord ease my troubled mind
Let my thoughts be peaceful and kind
Take my worries, cast them out
Keep me free from fear and doubt.

Protect me Lord from evil and sin
Renew my patience when it's wearing thin
Give me the strength to forgive my foes
May you bring an end to my suffering and woes.

~ Jeffrey Eilerman ~


He is righteous, He is just
Jesus died and rose for us
To put an end to our suffering.
With His love He paid the price
He made the perfect sacrifice
To become our one true Heavenly King.

One day soon He will be back
He'll lead us to Heaven, that's a fact
The choirs of angels will all give praise and sing.
And we the believers, we'll all be together
There will be no more stormy weather
We will be forever rejoicing.

~ Jeffrey Eilerman ~


To my Lord I mean a lot
He blesses me with all He's got
He counts the hairs upon my head
And tucks me in my cozy bed.
He carries me when I cannot walk
And gives me a voice so I may talk
He leads me from the ways of harm
And through the cold He keeps me warm
My Lord is the Way the Truth and the Life
He cures my blindness and gives me sight
I'm forever thankful for all that he gives
And so I proclaim to all that he lives.

~ Jeffrey Eilerman ~


Love is heartfelt, love is blind
Love is hope for all mankind
Love is peaceful, love is true
Love is care in all that we do
Love does not discriminate
Love has no room for spite or hate
Love is forgiving, love sets us free
Love's bonds will live on for all eternity.

~ Jeffrey Eilerman ~

I received the following in an email to share with others. The author is unknown.


Hello God, I called tonight to talk a little while I need a friend who'll listen to my anxiety and trial.

You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening to my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too, And I'll call again tomorrow!
P.S. Please bless all my friends and family too.


The rain that pours,
and taps on my
speaking words that
cannot tell, just
How far it fell,

For up above, the sky
so high,
with clouds that look
so dull and grey,

Appear to say,
tomorrow will bring
a fresh new day,
and wash away,
what spoilt your

~ Angela Hickman ~


A hug will bring
a softness this spring,
where the love is
God's love is good,

Like the trees and
the flowers,
that share such

A friend will be,
like a flower that
you can see,
will open up their

A caring hug,
is like a gentle
that will put you
at ease,
so gentle & kind,
like the love of
God inside.

~ Angela Hickman ~


I feel fresh & anointed
with God's Spirit,
filled with joy, with
blessings that seem

High above the mountain
yet lower than the sky,
for I am no longer in the
where I used to cry,

Where the streams
will flow,
for my faith that will
never go,
For I shall cherish, these
times of courage,
when I rose above,
and out of the valley
to a place where I have

For I have forgiven
what people may
have done,
it's time to move
and see what God
has done.

~ Angela Hickman ~

Here are several poems of encouragement written by Beth Daugherty from Mohall, ND.


How many times have I taken the wrong path
And been deserving of God‚€™s fierce wrath
But instead He gentle shows me the error of my way
And gets me back upon the path where hopefully I will not stray
For I long to stay within the boundaries that God has set
But if the standards God put before me once again have not been met
I know that God will reach forth His firm and loving hand
And will give to me a good swift reprimand
For He whispers to my spirit every day and night
And never gives up on me no matter how hard I fight
Because all He wants to do is keep me safe and sound
Until the glorious day that I am finally heaven bound.

~ Beth Daugherty ~


Our lives are often filled with worry and strife
And we may feel defeated and tired with this cruel life
We don‚€™t know how we can ever carry on
For our joy seems to be forever gone
We seem to stagger from one day to the next
Lacking direction and ever perplexed
We may even feel like God is picking on us
But He is always upright and just
For He has plans for us we cannot see
And sometimes He uses our struggles to set others free
But our hope and strength is not far away
If we just bend a knee and pray
We can find peace through the darkest night
For the Lord is always by our side through every fight
But He wants us to do more than just to survive
What He wants most is for us to grow and to thrive
So turn to the Lord and He will help you to persevere
With Him in control what is there to fear

~ Beth Daugherty ~


My life was filled with chaos and strife
Because I tried to take control of my life
I thought I knew what was best for me
But the entire picture I could not see
Yet God always had the perfect plan
And wants to guide me with a gentle hand
But that control I still could not seem to give
To the one who knew best how I should live
I don‚€™t know why I put up such a fight
Because I could never seem to do what‚€™s right
Still I knew in my heart what I needed to do
Was to give up control and trust in you
For with you in control I could not go wrong
Because you knew what I needed all along
Now finally I know I can trust in you freely
Because you love me so completely

~ Beth Daugherty ~


I once thought I would be lost forever in an emotionless void
Just another tragic life utterly destroyed
Lord then one night you showed me how I looked through you loving eyes
And washed away an image of myself I had come to despise
I felt like I was nothing and didn‚€™t like myself very much
But you showed me how wrong I was with your loving touch
And on that night I felt your glorious presence as you called out my name
You ignited deep within me an everlasting flame
It‚€™s a flame that burns hotter than the sun
And lets me know my life has only just begun
Lord I felt your love wash over me like waves upon the sea
It filled my heart completely and set my spirit free
That night I felt something I had never felt before
I knew that I was someone special that you positively adore
I didn‚€™t realize then how different my life would truly be
Because suddenly everything was not all about me
Something more important became the focus for everything I do
And that‚€™s to give everything I am right straight back to you
Because Lord you deserve the very best I have to give
Not just from time to time but every day I have to live
I truly want to please you each and every day
And let you how much I love you for showing me the way

~ Beth Daugherty ~


At the right hand of God you did dwell
But you came to Earth to donned a human shell
Where once you walked upon streets of gold
You freely walked towards pain untold
The praises you received from the Heavenly Host
Were replaced with jeers and insults you hear from most
You left heaven to make the ultimate sacrifice
And for all of our sins you paid a terrible price
So that now someday we may return to the Father‚€™s side
And in His glorious kingdom we may forever reside

~ Beth Daugherty ~


A life of constant service we sometimes live
And all our time we do give
We go from task to task
But the Lord we do not ask
If we were meant to fill that need
So for time and energy we do plead
And if that task we were meant to do
Our lagging strength Christ will renew
But if that task was for another
We may feel like we will smother
Under a weight we were not meant to bear
For the load all were called to share
Because Christ wants so much more from us
Than only to serve Him like we think we must
For the thing He longs most dear
Is for us to draw Him near

~ Beth Daugherty ~


I look in the mirror and all I can see
Is a woman wrapped up in insecurities
Almost since the day of my birth
I‚€™ve looked to others for my self-worth
I compare myself to everyone around
But confidence and security I have not found
Some words can be like a dagger in my heart
That shatters my spirit and rips me apart
I can see the beauty in others all around me
But when I look at myself that‚€™s not what I see
I feel lost, and lonely and without hope
And sometimes I wonder how I can cope
Most times I don‚€™t know how I can face the day
And all I want to do is hide myself away
From a world so cold and without feeling
That leaves me depressed and almost reeling
Sometimes I don‚€™t know why I am here at all
I feel like I am about ready to fall
I think it‚€™s time I take a look deep inside
To where my salvation truly resides
With the one who loved me before the world was formed
And can help me weather any storm
This day I chose to put my trust in the Lord
Who can make me feel completely restored
So help me Lord to look beyond all the lies
And to see myself through your loving eyes
With your help I can get rid of all my insecurities
And live my life filled with strength and dignity

~ Beth Daugherty ~


A searing ache deep in my soul
Marks a tragic life spun out of control
All I wanted was my life to end
And death embrace me like a friend
I lived a life of despair
In a world that seemed not to care
It seemed only God saw my pain
His tears for me fell like gentle rain
God heard my desperate plea
For someone to set me free
From a life without hope
I didn‚€™t know how much longer I could cope
God sent His Son to rescue me
To show me how glorious life could be
Christ reached deep inside
And found the wounded heart I thought had died
He started that heart beating
And showed me a love that wasn‚€™t fleeting
Jesus filled my life with such peace and joy
That I could not believe this was the same life I wanted to destroy
I never knew I could feel this way
When before only pain ruled my day
I finally found a love I never knew before
One that fills me to the core
Jesus gave His life so I might know
That my Heavenly Father loves me so

~ Beth Daugherty ~

I received the following in an email that we are to share with others. The author is unknown.



A new minister
was walking with an older,
more seasoned minister
in the garden one day.

Feeling a bit insecure
about what God
had for him to do,
he was asking the older preacher
for some advice.

The older preacher
walked up to a rosebush
and handed the young preacher
a rosebud and told him
to open it
without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher
looked in disbelief
at the older preacher
and was trying to figure out
what a rosebud
could possibly have to do
with his wanting to know
the will of God
for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect
for the older preacher,
he proceeded to try to unfold the rose,
while keeping every petal intact.

It wasn't long
before he realized
how impossible
this was to do.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability
to unfold the rosebud
without tearing it,
the older preacher
began to recite
the following poem...

"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine."

"The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"

"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way."

"The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."

Please share this poem
with a friend if you enjoyed
being reminded to let go
and let God unfold your life.


Why in shadows do we hide
That which is clearly wrong
Are we enslaved to our pride
Doomed to sing the same old song
Friends, let us walk to God‚€™s light
Away from all sin and shame
In strength or weakness, we fight
He who seeks our souls to maim
In darkness, feeling surrounded
By a foe, not of flesh and blood
Our Savior‚€™s grace abounded
His Spirit our hearts will flood
Those who hunger or thirst in need
Will find a God who delivers
He hears the voice of those who plead
And overflows their quivers
Come out of sin and away from shame
He has paid the price; it is finished
Rest at peace from sorrow and blame
Forever whole and unblemished

~ Chris Will ~

Here are two poems written by Georgina Smith. She writes, "Once we were black as coal in our sin, but some Christians are like diamonds in the Lord's hand. A diamond can only be formed thru immense pressure And the same is true with some Christians. They go through so many trials and are under so much pressure, but still they shine for the Lord."


Do not fear what is drawing near
I know the plans I have made.
I will be there by your side
And each step of your life I will guide
I will keep you strong and bring you thru
And the darkest night will turn to day
Because I am the guiding light
I am your strength in this fight.
When I look at you I see my Son
Because on the cross your soul He won
And through it all your faith will grow strong
My dear, dear child I love you so much
I want you to feel my tender touch
And then thru the trials you will understand
You are a diamond in my hand.

Jer 29:11, John 12:46
John 3:16, 1Peter 1:6

~ Georgina Smith ~


Forgiveness doesn't come easy
Forgetting is harder still.
The pain of the deed comes unbidden
Filling my heart until
The tears start flowing and quietly
Wiping the tears away
I cry to my Father in heaven
Please take this pain away

They say that time is a healer
But what if time stands still
Or ticks like a snail moving slowly
Climbing an endless hill.
Each moment stretched out like elastic
Each hour an endurance to bear
And through the tears and the heartache
The cry ‚€˜My God, are you there?‚€™

I give it all to you Lord
The heartache and the pain
The tears and the grievances
Oh give me joy again
The footprints in the sand I see
As we walk along the shore
I feel the sun on my face
As you carry me.

1 John 5:5 "Who is it that overcomes the world?
Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.

~ Georgina Smith ~


Fearing the battle was over,
and I‚€™d already lost the war.
I was tired of trying and failing,
I just couldn‚€™t fight any more.
So dragging my battle-scarred body
I crawled to the foot of the cross...
sobbing, ‚€œPlease Father forgive me.
But, I tried, I tried hard, and still lost.‚€�
Then the air grew silent around me.
I heard His voice as clear as the dawn.
‚€œMy child, though you‚€™re tied and weary,
you can‚€™t stop - you have to go on.‚€�
You just can‚€™t stop, you have to go on.

At the foot of the cross where I met Him.
At the foot of the cross where He died.
I felt love as I knelt in His presence...
I felt hope as I looked in those eyes.

Then He gathered me lovingly to Him,
as around us God‚€™s light clearly shone.
And together we marched through my lifetime.
To heal every wound I had known.
I found bits of my dreams long forgotten,
and pieces of my life on the floor.
But, I watched as He tenderly blessed them.
And my life was worth living once more.
I knew then why I had been losing.
I knew, also, why I had not grown.
At the foot of the cross came the answer.
I‚€™d been fighting the battle alone.
I‚€™d been fighting that battle all alone.

At the foot of the cross where I met Him.
At the foot of the cross where He died.
Then I knew we could meet any challenge -
together... just my Lord and I.
Together just my Lord and I.

~ Marcia K. Leaser ~

No Jesus No Peace - Know Jesus Know Peace

No Jesus, no peace
Satan prince of this age
Runs riot, runs rampant
Lord upon the world stage
Death and destruction
Sickness and grief
Here to kill and to steal
Prince of darkness, the thief

Know Jesus, know peace
Lamb of God, Holy Son
Boundless grace, gentle love
Ushers God's Kingdom come
Life, new beginning
Here to give heaven's call
Joy and well being
Lord of Light, King of all

~ Gordon Elks ~
August, 1997


For weeks and months and years I asked,
‚€œLord what is it you want me to do?
What mighty task, what special path
Am I to tread for you?‚€�

No answer came...was I ignored?
Did my Saviour care?
Where was He when I wanted Him
Shouldn‚€™t He be there?

The Lord just waited patiently
For all my works to end,
And then He started guiding me
My hurting heart to mend

He wanted me to do nothing
To cease from all my ways
And just allow His Holy Spirit
To direct me all my days

The bible says ‚€˜His burden is easy
And this we know is right
But if we carry our own burdens
We cannot access His might

We cannot be led, we cannot act
in His great master plan
if we are too busy, ‚€˜doing our thing‚€™
to please our fellow man

‚€œRelax!‚€� said the Lord, just let Me work
My mighty plan to do
You can do nothing
because I will work through you.

Just wait for my spirit then follow Him
He‚€™ll tell you what to do
He‚€™ll be your guide your perfect friend
In everything you do...

Thank you Lord



What do you do when you have nothing else,
And you feel like ending it all?
Do you sit around, saying life‚€™s too tough,
Or just wait to see if you fall?

Either way, there‚€™s no need for that,
Life doesn‚€™t end in one day.
And there‚€™s always one thing left to do,
And that my friend is to Pray.

God is here for you and me,
He‚€™s planned our whole life out.
He‚€™s here to guide us and to listen,
He‚€™s watching us pray and pout.

Don‚€™t be afraid to talk to him,
There‚€™s no need to be shy.
God can see your every move,
Every smile, laugh, and cry.

So in your time of need my friend,
This is all I have to give.
For you He died to save our souls,
Just to let us live.

~ Bronwyn Tafunai ~


We never know just what‚€™s ahead,
Decisions we should make,
Sometimes it‚€™s hard to find the courage
Or roads we ought to take.
But God, in all His wisdom,
Has a plan we‚€™d never guess
If we but listen to His voice
And boldly answer, ‚€œYes!‚€�

He gives sweet peace in trial,
Assurance when we pray,
A willingness to follow
When we truly seek His way.
‚€œFear not, for I am with you‚€�
He whispers to our hearts
When trouble threatens like a cloud
And dark confusion starts.

Expect the unexpected!
God knows what to do
He has everything in His control
And He will see us through.
With faith, we‚€™ll walk on water
To fight the enemy.
Our God will have the glory
And we‚€”the victory!

~ Anita A. Begley ~

Dear people of Greeley and the neighboring towns,
from the mountains to the prairies and north and south-bound,
to any and all who can read this or hear,
to those who are hurting and cried many tears,
to those not so troubled and living in cheer,
to the wounded, discouraged, and living in fear,
to those who are broken and do not feel whole,
in body, mind, heart and/or soul,
or to those whom the story has never been told
from child to adult - young and the old,
maybe you've heard, but just want to wait
remember - there is no promise of tomorrow to wonder your fate,
for today is the time and now is the hour
to accept His love, His grace and His power.
Our life, forever, we can live with Him
when into our heart we ask Him to come in,
for Jesus is calling us one-and-all
no matter your circumstance - He died for us all.
For we are all guilty of sin ever day
but, forgiveness is ours when, to Him, we turn and pray.
He wants us to live in faith, hope, and love
and the greatest of these is His love from above.

Inspired by God,
Judi Tetiva

My name is Monica Joy Braun. I‚€™m 18 years old. I found your website and wanted to share my poem. I really enjoy writing poems. I live in Belize, Spanish Lookout. Thank you!!


If God can love a heart like mine,

I‚€™m really sure that He can find

Other hearts quite easy to love.

For mine is a heart that is wild.

But He still says-come My dear child

My heart often goes up and down

and sometimes it would really frown

sometimes it gets lonely and sad,

And at times I get really mad.

Where is God when my teardrops fall?

Or when my heart is broken all?

And cries and just can‚€™t understand?

And badly needs a precious friend?

Where is God??????

And then I can begin to see,

God is there all the time for me!

I should not wait for Him to come...

to me, I have to go to Him.

He only wanted me to choose

Whether to bear it all alone

or come to Him with all my load.

Now I have a simple question,

Where are you when God needs you????

~ Monica Braun ~


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.

~ Lauren Newcomb ~

Here are six Christian poems of encouragement by Joseph F. Harlin written in a unique rhyming style.


When in pursuit of God's will, there's something I must mention, when God speaks he wants your undivided attention. And even though everything he says you may not like, still he needs you to listen when he has the mic. For the next thing he says is meant to straighten your path, but if you do not listen it could lead to God's wrath. It's so important to take heed to God when he has the floor, because the next thing he says leads to an open door. You wonder why you're not going anywhere, you wonder why you're stagnated, but everytime God speaks, his voice you have hated. For what he says immediately becomes debated, for you to take heed, a long time God has waited. You refuse to listen to him when he has the floor, not realizing it's his words that unlocks the door. Must God let a crisis take place, causing you to be in an emergency? Maybe then for you to listen to God will immediately become an urgency! Must God allow your life to be in danger, sending fear down your spine, in order for you to obey his voice and for your ear to incline? Maybe then you will listen to God when he has the floor, when the sparing of your very life is what you're asking him for!

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~


Oh saint, oh saint, tell me why do you faint? Why do you make the devil a winner when he really aint? Why do you believe every picture he tries to paint? Don't you realize your anointing he's trying to taint? Oh saint, oh saint, please tell me why do you keep letting him win, robbing you of your joy so on his face he can keep a grin? Why do you keep letting him give you the spin, tell me, does your patience ever wear thin? Aren't you tired of all his lies, aren't you tired of the constant sighs? Aren't you ready to finally take a stand, realizing from your stuff Satan must be banned? Oh saint, oh saint, the power is within, he's given you the paper, he's given you the pin. You can draw God's picture instead of believing the one the devil tries to paint, oh saint, oh saint, please realize, you no longer have to faint!

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~


There was an idea that I once dared to propose, a suggestion of some other people I felt God should have chose. Over time a feeling of fear and uncertainty had arose, i wanted to call it quits, but he wouldn't let the door close. For a very long time I pondered until one day I began to suppose, that maybe there was something in me that wasn't in others he had not chose. That's when I realized that no matter how bad I wanted to, he wouldn't let me go away, it was his precious anointing in me that he wouldn't let me throw away. It was on myself that I brought judgement, sentencing myself to exile, thinking that I'm running far away from my calling when I barely ran a mile, but he let me do my own thing, let me run for just a little while, knowing that pretty soon my struggles would press too hard on me as a heavy compile, forcing me to come back to him, running back down the church isle. I realize now that he has me rooted down like a tree so I won't blow away, he has me firmly planted in his hands and he won't let me go away.

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~


Jesus, the Lamb that was slain, who for my grief suffered pain, is also known as Jesus who God gave power to reign. My saviour who was beaten, bruised, and weak, carried my sorrows humbly and meek, without a mumbling word to speak. I'm so thankful that Jesus died, for every time I sinned, for every time I lied, now in him I can abide.

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~


Have you ever wondered how true beauty is made? Many think it's by a hairstyle, with a pony tail or a braid. But really it's when your life for the worst has been turnt, when you've been brought to the altar of sacrifice to be burnt. Then he comes to gather what many thought was trash to be swept, and instead of throwing it away every ash he has kept. I have considered all of life's horrible bashes, all of life's painful gashes. I asked God, "why so much pain"?, then the light flashes, I realized he makes my beauty out of ashes. What for so long has been a very painful thorn, has now become God's perfect beauty ready to adorn. And what I thought to be so mean and cruel, God has used for my anointing fuel. So when asked the question what does God do after all of my painful gashes, after all of Satan's horrible gnashes, after your life is torn to pieces like a car when it crashes? Well he takes the broken steel, the battered steering wheel, the shattered glass and even the scattered brakes, he puts them back together and a new and improved car is what he makes!

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~


I use to have everything together, I use to have things in control, I was at an anointing high, on cloud nine, really on the roll! Then came the sin that does so easily beset me, and now I wanna get out, be free, but it won't let me. I wanna go back to God's presence where grace has met me, but now I'm stuck in a rut wondering, should I regret me? Yes regret me, for I have failed him too many times beyond measure, being deceived by my own lust, and carried away by vain pleasure. I'm thinking about all my struggles, and all the shame on myself I have brought, maybe I should just give up on me, wondering will God second that thought. Then his voice speaks to me saying, "do you really believe I've brought you this far for nought, seeing that my blood was shed and for an expensive price you were bought, yes you are weak but it is the weak that I have sought, to give them complete victory over battles I've already fought. When I chose you I already knew you wouldn't always do everything that you ought, but still I love you, won't let you go, no use of running when you've already been caught." So as of today I will say to that sin that does so easily beset me, you're no longer in control, you have no more power, you do no longer fret me. I'm going back to that high place where God had once set me, a place of sweet communion where God always met me, so long to you the sin that did so easily beset me.

Hebrews 12:1: Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.

~ Joseph F. Harlin ~

Here are five poems of encouragement written by Robert Breaux. Robert has written nearly 250 poems and you can read them all on his Inspirations of God website at www.inspirationsofgod.com.


Earth to Earth; ashes to ashes
Oh how quickly a life passes.
When we are young and life is new
We have time to see all of our promises come true.
As we go on time slowly slips by
With youthful zeal life is still very spry.
As seasons come and seasons go
We find out that there is more of life to know.
As we mature as woman and man
We realize we are a part of God‚€™s Divine Plan.
When Love enters our life God does too
In this way He shares Himself with you.
In marriage He is the perfect blend
He offers you both true Love that will never end.
Though here in Earth our life is not endless
When a mate passes on the other is left so defenseless.
Nothing seems to end the hurt or ease the pain
You search for answers but find none to explain.
But remember God is still here with you
He partakes in your sufferings and sorrow too.
Time will now become your friend and help you see
Your love one is waiting for you in Eternity.
For in God‚€™s world no one can truly die
They merely return to their mansion in the sky.

~ Robert Breaux ~


Prayer should be a part of your daily life style
Not something you do just every once in a while.
Our Father is aware of us day by day
In fact He is conscious of everything we think,
do and say.
Prayer is our means of talking to the Lord
It is something we should hold in the highest regard.
Each day that we start off in sincere prayer
Will insure us that God will be there.
For God is not somewhere lost in space
His ubiquity occupies every place.
For God‚€™s Holy Spirit penetrates us all
It is alive and well and awaits our call.
We call to Him each time we do pray
And there is no better way to begin each new day.

~ Robert Breaux ~


Faith is the instrument you must use
If to move mountains you do choose.
The mountains Christ speaks of are not the Earthly kind
They are the ones that originate and exist in man‚€™s mind.
Hatred, trepidation, greed, and fear to name a few
Are the impasses that stop Christ‚€™s light from getting through.
You can accumulate these things here on Earth
But none were present at your birth.
We are the person‚€™s we choose to be
For we each were born with a will that is free.
If we choose to endeavor on an Earthly plight
We will exclude ourselves from Christ‚€™s Light.
What Christ offers us is a new way to see
A chance from this world to set yourself free.
To employ what Christ has given to us
We must provide Him with all our trust.
In trusting in God with your whole heart and soul
Requires much faith in an internal goal.
What Christ offers this world could never give
What He has for us is a new harmonious way to live.
When it is Christ we seek after to find
We must lose all limitations contracted by the mind.
When this happens faith will combine with trust
To produce the world God has provided for us.

~ Robert Breaux ~


Although only a short time on this Earth Christ did dwell
The impact He had on us only time will tell.
What Christ did was to liberate us from sin
He showed us how to let a new life begin.
He told us we are to forgive and forget
He lived the example we are to set.
He gave all honor and glory to God‚€™s Holy Name
He taught us we are to do the exact same.
What Christ brought into this world was change
He showed us our priorities we need to rearrange.
He told us God is to be first in our life
To put aside all foolishness and Earthly strife.
He foretold how we are to serve the Lord
To think of God as life‚€™s ultimate reward.
And in this our lifetime only Christ will tell
If it be Heaven or hell in Eternity we dwell.

~ Robert Breaux ~


When you need a special place to go
Look for a place where nature is allowed to grow.
From here it is where you can find
A place to rest a troubled mind.
God has provided many such places for us
For He knew this world would be so hard to adjust.
When each new day produces more and more stress
We must give ourselves the opportunity to rest.
We have to leave the crowds and maddening pace
And seek out a quiet place.
From here we can see the world God has created
And in its truth and beauty become illuminated.
God shares with His people everything He has done
He longs for each of us to be called His son.
From the peace and beauty He has created throughout this land
We should realize we too are a part of His Divine Plan.
Of all things God has caused to physically manifest
He does truly love man the very best.

~ Robert Breaux ~

Here are three great Christian poems to reflect on written by David L Vanderpool.


Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tender-hearted, be courteous; not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing.
1 Peter 4: 7-9

When I am asked to give that which I cannot seem to give
and I am looking forward to a rest
When those who ask could surely do the task without my help
when what is asked is something I protest
When I‚€™m exhausted from the hard demands of daily life
when circumstance weighs heavy on my mind
When I have tried my best to treat all people fair and yet
the treatment I received has been unkind
When I have been offended by a person close to me
or I have been accused and lied about
When someone chose to violate a trust that we had shared
a person of whom I had ne‚€™er a doubt
When any of these situations stare me in the face
and in my humanness I cannot stand
Not only does my Lord and Savior know the way I feel
he lets me know that I am in His hand
He gives to me the strength to rise above the circumstance
a power that comes only when I yield
It‚€™s then that I can show the love of God to other men
and Gods reflection in me is revealed

~ David L Vanderpool ~


The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
Psalm 6:9

It seems at times I go through life so confident and sure
my plans are all so clear within my mind
I‚€™ve surely learned all that there is about this Christian life
yes all my troubles now are far behind
Then suddenly I find myself involved in acts of sin
those things from which I thought I could refrain
And so I fall upon my knees and turn with broken heart
and say these words, ‚€œOh God, I come again‚€�

I struggle when, at first, I come to realize my plight
for sinful pride insists I stand alone
And this is just the quality that mankind so admires
the one that says we make it on our own
But I find quite the opposite in what the Lord does teach
a truth that disagrees with sinful men
So with a humble heart I fall upon my knees once more
and say these words, ‚€œOh God, I come again‚€�

To know that in this life on earth I always will face sin
can cause such turmoil in my heart and soul
‚€œHow can I go to God once more? I‚€™ve gone so oft‚€™ before!
why is my life again out of control?‚€�
Then my loving God reminds me He must win the fight
it‚€™s mine but just to turn, in faith, to Him
He lets me know that He will never tire of my plea
or hearing from my heart, ‚€œI come again‚€�

A part of me will always seem to chaff at this hard truth
for my own pride confronts me every day
But God has promised I can know real victory within
if I will come to Him without delay
The words that always frustrate me when I look to myself
take on a whole new meaning only when
I find in them a solace that I‚€™ll find in nothing else
when I will say, ‚€œOh God, I come again‚€�

~ David L Vanderpool ~


. . . that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ
1 Peter 1:7

Though God clearly says that the flame will consume
the dross that makes my life impure
There‚€™s nothing in me that will make me enjoy
the heat that I now must endure
I want to believe that to live unto God
means that comfort and ease will be mine
But Scripture has told me that this will not be
and the flame must, my life, now refine
So this I will ask as I go through the fire
oh God, let me know peace within
For comfort and ease, so attractive to me
are the things that are hiding my sin

~ David L Vanderpool ~


During my life... I've heard from many voices.
I've been offered advice and many choices.
There's many who want to tell me what to do..
I just never know what everyone's up to.
But there's a voice that matters the most.
It's the voice that I've already chose!
It's a still small voice that calls out my name...
It's different from the others. It's not the same!
It's a voice that rings loud and very clear.
It lets me know that God is very near!
It's a voice that speaks very gently...
It reassures me of God's love evidently.
This voice has made a difference like no other.
It's words are sweeter than the sweetest butter!
It's the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference.
And has given to me a life-changing experience!
As I grow old, and the days just "go by faster."
I'll take the time and listen to
my Lord and master!
Won't you take time and listen to this voice?
And allow God's spirit to be your first choice?
His voice can bring peace to life's raging storms...
Your life can be 100% transformed!
His voice can make a difference in your life today!
Al you have to do is to listen, trust and obey!

~ James Pemberton ~


Perhaps you're at a place, where your problems overwhelm you.
You just feel like there's not a friend you can turn to?

You may feel like you're all alone, and perhaps afraid?
There may have been many times when you tried to pray‚€¶

You may have asked for help, but no one seems concerned.
You're at the point of wondering which direction to turn?

You may feel like life has given you an empty bag.
Things in life are going downhill, and seem to be a drag

You may have tried every opened door that you can think of.
But there's just no help for you that you can speak of!

I'm here to tell you there's someone just waiting to get involved.
There's no problem too big or small, that he cannot SOLVE!

His name is Jesus! He's as close as the mention of his name!
He can help you right now! Your life can be totally changed!

In his name... All power on earth and heaven is given!
Won't you allow him to give you a grand new life worth livin'?

He can and will do exceedingly above what you may wish or ask!
He can turn around and take care of the most difficult task!

I encourage you to give him a chance to turn your life around!
And allow his wonderful grace to plant your feet on solid ground!

He is and will forever be the God that you or I will need to call!
He is what life is all about and makes living worth it all!

~ James Pemberton ~

Here is a poem written for the Rest Ministries devotional site and was published as a devotional for those dealing with chronic illness. The author is Lanette Kissel and she is submitting it here as a source of encouragement for those dealing with chronic illness and pain on a daily basis.

The Me I Wish I Could Be

(a poem written for those struggling with chronic illness)

2 Corinthians 4:16, 17 NIV
Therefore we do not lose heart.
Though outwardly we are wasting away,
yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
For our light and momentary troubles are achieving
for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.

When will my pain and sorrow go away?
Yet it accomplishes nothing to ask when.
Seems like I keep hoping for a better day.
When will I feel like myself again?

I sometimes may want to ask, why me?
But then again, I say why not me.
I have to note You never asked why
Your beloved Son had to die on that tree.

Those times I can't even get out of bed,
can't even find enough strength to stand‚€¶
It is especially during those times
that You hold me in the palm of Your hand.

Although right now I may not be
the awesome me I wish I could be,
there is definite purpose for my life,
at this time, I'm not able to see.

Because Your Son led by His example
that we can handle good along with bad.
The wise Job continued to praise You, Lord,
during a time he could have been sad.

So like the apostle Paul, I'll finish this race.
I will keep my eyes focused upon Your Son.
I'll accept my life with dignity and grace,
till this battle with my body, I'll have won.

Perhaps one day, the scales will fall away
and my eyes will be able to see
that I have passed my earthly challenge
that You, Lord, have set for me.

And I will finally be the me‚€¶
You knew I could be.

Lanette Kissel
Evansville, IN

Here are several poems of encouragement penned by Beth Daugherty from Mohall, ND who writes from the heart.


We try to fill an empty space
Going from person to person and place to place
Some even go to the extreme
But drugs and alcohol are not what they seem
They don't make the emptiness disappear
It returns in the morning along with the fear
There's only one way for the void to fill
Only Jesus Christ can fit the bill
The hole in our hearts is just His size
Through Him we find the ultimate prize
Where chaos once reigned supreme
Peace is now ours not just to dream
To live a life that is complete
Bend your knees at Jesus' feet

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


Sometimes I was a wayward child
Refusing to listen and running wild
I'd pray for things I thought I needed
But most requests went unheeded
For God knew what I needed most
Was firm guidance from the Holy Ghost
Sometimes I still don't get it right
With God and myself I put up a fight
But finally when I do give in
God is there to forgive my sin
For no matter what I have done
I will always be God's cherished one

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


In a pit I once dwelled
Now in Christ's hands I am held
To His hand I hold on tight
And with His help I have taken flight
Through the clouds above I soar
His love now fills me to the core
Where once I saw only gray
Now glorious colors infuse my day
The difference in my life I see
Is the sacrifice Jesus made for me

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


I took a look deep inside
But from myself I cannot hide
Visions of a tortured past
Memories not meant to last
Hopelessness without end
Pain was my only friend
Years beyond measure I was bound
But freedom from above was found
Memories of the past remain
But Christ has removed the stain
From my prison He has set me free
To become the person I was meant to be
Now when I take a look deep inside
All I see is where Christ resides

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


I thought God lived high above
Only someone for me to love
But He's in my heart and not the sky
Not only to love but to be loved by
His tenderness cannot be measured
He has let me know that I am treasured
A precious child He loves most dear
In His embrace I have nothing to fear
On this Earthly world I'll roam
Until the day God calls me home
But not without hope or reason
For He has a plan for this brief season
And if in Him I place my trust
I'll live a life upright and just

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


In the quiet I will hear
God's soft whisper in my ear
For His guidance I do seek
Not day by day, or week to week
But minute by minute I am searching for
A way to live a life restored
I will not return to my old ways
If God's Will I'll follow all my days
In daily study of His perfect Word
And in constant prayer I know is heard
I will always find the key
To live in priceless harmony

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


Confession can be a painful thing
But true forgiveness it can bring
If to God your confession is made
For your debt has been repaid
By God's one and only Son
Your sweet freedom has been won
His life He did freely give
So for an eternity you will live
He gave His life for you dear one
Now live your life for God's precious Son

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


What lies of Satan do I chose to believe
That is keeping me from doing all God wants me to achieve
He tries to remind us each and every day
Of how much fun we'll have if we do things our own way
You cannot live in constant victory so do not even try
Is one of Satan's most convincing lies
Another lie of Satan that's just not true
Is how can God use someone like you
It's just too hard for you to do God's will
Is another lie he tries so hard to instill
It's time for us to see through Satan's guise
And refuse to listen to anymore of his lies
We have to stop blaming others for all our mistakes
And start taking responsibility for the choices that we make
We need to stop listening to what Satan has to say
And let Jesus Christ show us the way
For Christ has the power to help us change how we live
If we give to Him all we have to give

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


I once built castles in the sand
Carefully crafted by tiny hands
I'd dream of a prince coming to rescue me
From a tower on high he would set me free
Then my dreams came crashing down
But not by waves would they drown
The harsh realities of life tore them apart
They dragged me down and shattered my heart
I gave up hope of a prince so true
That takes me away and makes my life new
For years that dream laid all but forgotten
Lost to the tears I shed so often
I gave up on a dream not meant to be
Then a Prince came so unexpectedly
He did not look the way I thought he should
Or come in the way I thought he would
I thought he would be beautiful beyond compare
And the finest clothes he would wear
Yet beyond human recognition he was whipped
And almost naked he was stripped
A crown of gold was not found upon his head
But one of thorns was seen there instead
Upon a gallant steed he did not ride
But was nailed to a cross soon to die
For the prince of my dreams could not set me free
From the deep abyss of my iniquities
But from the Prince that finally came
I have a new life free from shame
One day my Prince will give to me
My castle found in blissfully eternity
But for now it is enough to know
That my Heavenly Prince loves me so

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND.


From a distance I can see
A crowd of people coming towards me
Excitement rides before them upon the air
For the one among them that truly cares
He brings healing for body, mind and soul
And comforts those who seem beyond console
He looks for those the world has thrown away
To bring peace and love to all their days
For this reason He leaves the crowd behind
Because I am one He longs to find
As He approaches my heart skips a beat
For the one I've always longed to meet
Now as He finally stands before me
His tender and caring look I do not see
Because I cannot look Him in the face
For fear He will see my shame and disgrace
The intensity of His stare has me bound
So my gaze now slowly leaves the ground
His feet are dirty from the miles He has tread
And give a hint to the hard life He has led
A robe torn and faded grace His frame
Belying the grace from which He came
His hands are beautifully formed
But are calloused, bruised, and worn
Yet in them gentleness can be found
When in His grasp my hand is wound
I found a sweet smile upon His lips
Causing the fear in my heart to lose its grip
Long hair framed a peaceful face
That was filled with the promise of His loving grace
But it was His eyes that told the tale
In them I found a love that would not fail
I knew from the moment I grazed into His eyes
He could see right through all the lies
For He could see what I tried so hard to hide
All the secrets and the pain I kept deep inside
I dreaded the day my secrets would be revealed
Because I knew I could not keep them forever concealed
Yet even though before Him my life was laid bare
He still embraced me without a care
He held me when others would have pulled away
Because He loves me come what may
Now I feel special in a way I've never felt before
Because He left the crowd so my broken heart may be restored
He said not a word to me that day
But His love says more than mere words can convey
For what better way to say ‚€œI love you‚€� than
To give His life for every child, woman, and man

Beth Daugherty
Mohall, ND


Have you ever stopped to notice just how blessed you are?
God blesses everyone ‚€“ from those in the hospitals, nursing homes, and even those behind bars
No matter how rough you think your situation may be
God is blessing you continually
Let's think about it, He's a friend to all who are without
He is hope to those who have doubt
He is medicine to those who are in pain
He brings sunshine where there are dark clouds and rain
He gives food to those who are hungry
He pays bills, even when there is no money
God is awesome, have you ever took the time to see?
He wakes you up, put clothes on your back, and food on the table; all of this without charging a fee
He just asks that you believe, have faith, and always pray
Because in spite of your hardships, He always makes a way
God's beautiful blessings ‚€“ I only named a few
So the next time you are having a bad day, just remember God is always blessing you

~ Patrice D. Wilkerson ~


Fear comes in many shapes and forms
Sometimes hidden, or aroused in storms
Whatever may discourage you
Whatever may come to fall
Do not run away, follow through
Without the weakness of a crawl
Standing your ground doesn't mean you don't feel scared
It's just refusing to back down to that dreadful fear that your flesh paired
Situations can seem overwhelming;
Running may be all you know
But ‚€œfear not‚€� is what He tells me
I'll just walk and He will light the path for me to go
I won't dwell in the doubt the darkness has taught me
No, with the new life my Savior has brought me
I will take courage, I will take heart
Though I am afraid
This new point of view, is where I start
To defy the scale of where my fear is weighed.

~ Aaron Merle Moyes ~


A quiet time alone each day
Is what one needs a time to pray
To oft the world goes rushing by
Heading not their soul's heart cry
And burdens seem to greater grow
If seeds of prayer we do not sow

Seems to be such a simple task
Just to pray and only ask
Our God above to lend an ear
To all the problems pressing near
But just you try a prayer or two
And see what work it is to do

So may the best planned project of your day
Be that quiet time you take to pray

© Gary James Smith
Alberta, Canada


The beauty of a Sunset,
The sweet fragrance of a flower,
To me is a reminder of God's wonderful Power.
When you are feeling low and all alone,
Just remember God loves you and cares for His own.
If your life seems dark and you are on a rough road,
Just remember to pray, He will lighten your load.
Your burdens He will lift if to Him you do go,
Your prayers He will answer if Faith you do show.
The beauty God has provided for you and for me,
Is all around us if we just take the time to see.
We only need to have faith and to pray,
For God to be with us and guide us each day.

~ Lillian Smith ~
Stockton, California

Here are two poems of encouragement written by Desley Anne Finedon. She also has a wonderful Christian website at http://poems-to-lift-the-heart.com.


This year... and last
have left us aghast!
Many tremble with fear
for things gone which were dear.

And the next year‚€¶ and next
we can't fathom a guess.
The world's in a mess
and looks to itself for success.

But the Creator, the Saviour - Jesus, His name -
is able and willing any to save.
He came to the world: the reason for Christmas!
He's risen; He's just: believe Him we must.

Did you not know? Have you forgot?
Tis Jesus brings hope! Hope‚€¶ no matter what!

(Heb.7:25, John 3:16-17)

~ Desley Anne Finedon ~


One day things will be different‚€¶
Jesus will come back again
and gather His children together,
forever with Him to reign.

One day things will be different‚€¶
a new Heaven and earth He will make.
We will live in His glorious presence
where sin can no longer partake.

One day things will be different‚€¶
the lion will lay down with the lamb;
a child can tread on a scorpion.
Peace, not hate, is God's plan.

One day things will be different‚€¶
never more are we to die.
Our bodies, made whole and complete,
will not even need to sigh.

One day things will be different‚€¶
our possessions no longer will hold.
The Saviour is preparing us mansions
to enjoy in a city of gold.

One day things will be different...
there will be no sorrow or tears;
no more suffering and sickness;
no more doubts and fears.

No more burdens and trials,
no more wrestling with sin,
no more pain and hurts,
no more evil things.

One day things will be different‚€¶
there will not be the tiniest sin.
Righteousness, the joy of living;
peace and love will always win.

One day things will be different‚€¶
all because Jesus died!
Conquering sin and Satan,
He now lives to redeem His bride.

One day things will be different
when God's Day of Salvation arrives.
But those who ignore God's love
will never receive His prize.

One day things will be different‚€¶
our minds can't imagine the things
God has prepared for His children.
Of Jesus and hope let us sing!

One day things will be different‚€¶
persevere by looking to Jesus!
May this world not consume our thinking:
God's love and His hope never ceases!

Bible References
1Pet.1:3-6, Rev.21:1-4,7-8,18, 22:3,5,12,
Is.11:6-9, 1Cor.2:9,15:51-53, John 14:1-3, 11:25,
1Cor.2:9,Heb.12:1-2, Rom.8:37-39,15:13, Col.1:5, 3:2

~ Desley Anne Finedon ~

Here are five poems of encouragement written by Sheila Shepard, Richmond, Va.


God, you're so worthy
Of more than I can give,
More than I can ever repay,
Still, in me you live.

No matter how far I wander,
And into myself I drown,
Whenever I lose my focus
Or when I may cause you to frown,

You're still unchanging and faithful
Always embracing me, you are
Knowing intimately my thoughts and feelings,
In my thoughts, you're never far.

The mystery of your grace astounds me,
Your provisions so aptly supplied,
Your mercy is beyond comprehension,
In you I seek to abide.

Only then will I feel the fullness
Of the way life is meant to be
For the only desire I seek,
Is to show others you, not me.

~ Sheila Shepard ~
Richmond, Va.


My rock, my fortress,
My restorer you are.
Even when you don't feel close
You're never far.

Sometimes life hurts,
Too much to feel,
But things we can't see
Are sometimes more real.

Like the grace of God
That holds me tight,
Even when I'm in the middle
Of the ferocious fight.....

To hold on to faith
And the things I can't see.
These things that are of God,
And are carrying me.

He knows I hurt,
And the pain so raw,
And I can't remember
The things of God I saw

When life was happy, rich,
And more kind.
But God is faithful and knows
That I will find...

That as I just call His name
Bringing my hopelessness to Him,
As I persevere in prayer,
His grace He will send.

His mercy is present
In those worrying days,
And I don't realize He's working
In unknown ways.

But I go by the facts
And not what I feel
And also by faith
To know what is real.

And that is that HE is my rock
In the pain and stress,
I take Him at His word
And bring my weary self to His rest.

Usually at some point
I begin to look back and see,
That HE gradually gave new strength and life,
And took care of me.

He took my pain and fears
! And situations of need,
And because of faith, and grace
He worked for good, indeed.

So when deep pain, worry and stress
Come knocking at my door,
I will answer with cries of faith
To the rock, who will restore!

~ Sheila Shepard ~
Richmond, Va.


If we live long enough
We'll look back and find
Surely there were times
When life wasn't kind.

For we can't escape the challenge
Of adversity
Caught by surprise, without warning
It has found me.

Many times I cried
‚€œThis I don't deserve‚€�.
That's‚€� just the point, HE says
But my purposes I will serve.

Being left, alone and rejected,
Once sent me reeling
I was numb, non-functional
And without any feeling‚€¶

That God could be anywhere
Close enough to touch.
No, I felt nothing
And I didn't care much‚€¶.

About living, no,
I wanted to die
All I could do was
Stare into space, and cry.

But when you reach bottom
There's nowhere to look but up
And gradually, ever slowly
God began to fill my cup‚€¶

With a new strength and courage
That regardless, I'd make it
And the feelings of despair,
I began to forsake it.

God had a purpose
In all this for me
He showed me things in my life
I needed to see.

When the unexpected comes
And throws us in pain,
Despair always says‚€¶
There is nothing to gain.

‚€œ I will develop in you
What you need to get through
‚€œ I am working in your behalf,
Because I love you‚€�.

And God looks down,
And says, ‚€œI'm here‚€�
Whether you don't see, or feel me,
Whether or not you hear.

So when the trials of life come,
What is He trying to say?
‚€œPut your faith in my hands
And I will lead the way.‚€�

‚€œI will enable you‚€¶.
To survive‚€¶.. and grow,
How else will you learn
To let MY strength show?‚€�

‚€œI know it's not easy‚€�,
With compassion He'll say
‚€œBut lay your pain and hurt
At my feet today.‚€�

I will build a testimony in you
Through your pain,
That says no matter what I endure
I know HE will sustain.

So, ‚€œ Come to me
I will give you what you need‚€�
I know, I've been there
And He did it for me.

~ Sheila Shepard ~
Richmond, Va.


You alone are my refuge
To you, I do crawl
Please, hold on to me
So I don't fall

For it's bleak and black
And I'm drowning in a hole
I can't find a focused direction,
for my lingering soul.

So, in my nothingness
I cry out to you
It's barren and unfeeling
I don't know what else to do.

I know You're almighty
And know the way
But the way I am feeling
I don't want to go on another day.

Hold the keys
And know only you
Can lead me out of this ‚€œdisease‚€�.

It's a barren feeling
I don't know what else to do
But being on my knees
Crying out to you

When life is busy and fulfilling
I'm not as apt to crawl
To you in dependency
Like I do when I've ‚€œgot it all‚€�.

Somehow you've allowed silence
from secure sources that did abound
Yes, their security has withdrawn
No, I don't feel them around.

Which now lays....
My heart and soul bare
And I feel...
There's nobody there.

Silence is all around me
Though, people I do see
And I wonder, do they even realize
What is going on in me?

But the God I trust has purpose
In all HE does allow
And HE has me in this place
To figure out just how......

I can be one who stands stronger
Because I have been alone
To deliver my soul, and see who I am
And validate the things I have known.

For I know I have worth and value
And my job is simply to place
All my faith and trust in God alone
As I keep looking into His face

And as I do I'lI try to listen closely
To all He has has to say
Because I know there's a reason for this searching
And to grow, it can't be any other way.

~ Sheila Shepard ~
Richmond, Va.


Walking out
The door of gray
I finally find
A sunny day.

Not the weather,
But my inner being
A different me
Is what I'm seeing.

For darkness held captive
Long enough
And I finally broke out
After feeling rough.

The air smells different
The senses brighter
My heart is hopeful,
My countenance lighter.

The chains that held me
Hold me no more
I've left behind
The weight that bore......

Only heaviness, hopelessness
Suffocation within
All because I let
Forgiveness in.

~ Sheila Shepard ~
Richmond, Va.


Seems I can hear a Choir sing
And the gentle sound of rustling wings
There's Someone standing on the shore
To guide my spirit safely o'er
I hear my Father calling me
My time has come to cross the Sea
I'd like to say before I go
That I have no fear, for I surely know
That the One Who died on Calvary
Removed the sting of death for me
Oh yes I hate to leave you here
For you have been a friend so dear
But surely you will follow me
When it comes your time to cross the Sea
To all my friends that I leave behind
If you should search your heart and find
That I have caused one tear or pain
Forgive me ‚€˜til we meet again
Farewell my friends, don't cry for me
My time has come to cross the Sea.

~ Arvil Jones ~

I am submitting a traditionally rhymed poem titled
written by David Massey
Prisoner #162092
State of Nevada.

David passed away just a few weeks ago.
To me, this work reads like his last will & testament for others to know.

God bless you all,
Salim Serrano, CPH, MPH, RRT, RCP, DrPH(c)

Note from webmaster:
Thank you Salim for David's poem of encouragement.
Below is David's actual three page poem written in his own handwriting.
Click here to read the poem in bigger print or to print out the poem.


~ David Massey ~
Prisoner #162092
State of Nevada


As I walk through the garden of hope

I wonder why as we get older
Winter's longer then still colder
Than all the winter's past before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

I wonder why our memories fade
From precious times and friendships made
From loves and pleasures known before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

I wonder why as lifeline's pale
Age often brings us pain to veil
The sunlight from our days before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

I wonder why our autumn years
Cloud our thoughts with end life fears
With shadows seldom seen before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

I wonder why in our old age
We look for God upon life's stage
When we've failed to look in years before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

I wonder why near death and dying
We fail to see beyond the crying
Hopes and dreams from years before
Then flowers bloom in spring once more

~ Richard Diem ~

Here is another poem written by Richard:


Born to a life
That they didn't choose
The babes in the cradles
Are wailing the blues

Did they catch a glimpse of life?
Or hear the earth cry?
As they left the serenity of heaven
Bidding the angels goodbye

Fill your cradles with tears
Then wipe your eyes dry
The blues will be part of your world
Until the day you die

But in your heart dear children
There is the flower of love
Let it blossom and spread
God's grace from above

Bringing love to this world
As we rejoice in your birth
You will find there is far more joy
Beyond the tears of this earth

~ Richard Diem ~

My name is Helen Gould. I'm 22 years of age and currently live in England.
Here are two of my poems that I hope you will find encouraging.


If life was perfect I'd be still a child,
Innocent, pure, tender and mild
But life isn't perfect, that I've found out
Sometimes it's so bad I just want to shout

I'm hoping soon things will change in my life
That God will take pity and end all this strife
If it does not end soon It feels like I'll die
At the very least I shall break down and cry

Lord I love you, don't get me wrong
But right now I really just cannot be strong
I need you to support me come what may
And continue to watch over me every day

You're by my side I know that's true
Just help me please, I love you

© Helen Gould 10-08-2010


Lord, I often wonder why you let your children suffer and cry
But I accept it's part of your plan and that is why
I love you, Jesus and won't question so‚€¶
If it is in your plan I will just let this go.

I pray Lord you'll always stay within sight
And I really hope I won't stray from the right
Because your son Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light
Therefore we live by his example all day and all night

I love you Jesus, your goodness I show
My love for you will never cease to grow
Almighty God you're the one for me
And so an example to others I hope I'll be

I've given my life up to you now
And in your presence I continue to bow
My faith in your love is completely secure
And through your sacrifice my sins are made pure.


© Helen Gould 2009

My name is Desley Finedon. Over the past 10 years I have been writing poetry which has been born out of a very difficult and painful time in my life. The poems were like a journal for me to keep Jesus Christ in my focus, not the struggles. In recent months I have been establishing a web site to share with other hurting people. I have five books now - ‚€œComfort when Life Hurts‚€�; ‚€œRemember‚€� (Bible truth to build & encourage); ‚€œThe Love of God‚€�; ‚€œMy Prayers‚€� (I found so many of my poems were really prayers); and a small book for teens ‚€œLoved‚€� (originally written for my own grandchildren).

(Desley also has two wonderful Christian websites for you to visit. They are www.poems-to-lift-the-heart.com or www.desleyfinedon.com.)


When I find myself all anxious,
remember that God cares;
when I panic at the moment,
remember He is there ;
when I'm tempted with self-pity,
God can lift me from such pits;
when I'm jealous or resentful,
say, ‚€œ I'm not called to this‚€�.

Remember God knows all things;
remember burdens He will bear;
remember God's ways are perfect;
for Heaven He does prepare..

Remember! Remember! Remember!
Remember God understands!
Nothing can hurt or touch me
when I'm in His will and plan.
His love can never be broken;
He promises with me to stay.
So when anxious, fearful, or tempted,
lift up my heart and pray.

(Based on Phil. 4:6-7, 1 Pet. 5:7, Ps. 55:22, 18:30, 103:2-4,
Rom. 8:28-29, 35, 38-39, 12:2, Matt. 28:20, Heb. 13:5)

~ Desley Anne Finedon ~

from Psalm 23

Tell me little lamb why you romp and play, and graze in the lush green fields all the day,
Are there not many dangers for which you should look, each time you drink from the cool gentle brook;
There are so many lions and wolves all around, and so many other great dangers abound,
And yet you seem quite content to feed, and to all my warnings you've given no heed;
But do you not fear for your safety at all, and continue to graze in the grasses tall,
Upon what defense do you hope to rely, or who will be present to hear your small cry;
And how will you fare in the shadows of night, when you wander in darkness without any light,
And if perchance you should stray from the flock, or injure yourself on the craggy rock;
And how will you feed when the winter winds blow, and the grass is deadened beneath the snow,
Then where will you shelter and keep yourself warm, and who will protect your family from harm;
And when your life's journey has come to it's end, then who, may I ask, will be your close friend,
To whom will you go when the cold hand of death encamps ‚€˜round your soul to take your last breath;
Little lamb, will there be any safety at all, when that final enemy comes to call,
Do you really believe that all will be well, even when you shall hear the death knell;
Tell me little lamb, is there a Secret place, where a lamb may hide from death's horrid face,
Is there really a place of sweet peace and rest, where all of our kind may be richly blessed;
Tell me little lamb, may I follow you there, to that Heavenly place with no fear or care,
Oh please little lamb, please tell me now, for that dreaded cold hand is now on my brow;
And I fear that this may be my last day, Little lamb won't you please show me the Way?

Dear friend, I never have reason to fear, though thousands of enemies are crouching near,
Both I and my family are safe from all harm, we're well-fed and watered, and happy and warm;
And while we feed safely in these pastures below, there is a great Secret we've all come to know,
We dread not to drink from these waters so still, for just over yonder standing high on that Hill;
Is the One whom we've trusted for many a year, and rejoice each time His voice we hear,
In both darkness of night, or in brightest day, our Shepherd is never too far away;
In the chill of the night, or in winter's dread cold, He always leads us safe back to His fold,
In the warmth of His love we all lie down and sleep, knowing that each of our souls He will keep;
And yes, there were times when I slipped away, and in my foolishness I did stray,
And I found myself in a strange weary land, and thought I might perish at the enemy's hand;
But while in that fearful place I did roam, my Shepherd He found me, and brought me safe home,
And as through that vale of dark shadows we walked, I humbly listened as the Shepherd talked;
And He spoke only words of sweet comfort and cheer, words that I desperately needed to hear,
My bruises were many, my wounds were so deep, but the Shepherd whispered...‚€�you're still my Sheep‚€�;
In the presence of all my foes I am fed, with His oil of gladness He anoints my head,
And He promised someday by His infinite love, we shall dwell forever in green pastures above;
And so my dear friend, if the Way you would know, it is through the Shepherd that we all must go,
And if this is indeed your final day, just follow the Shepherd, for He is the Way.

~ Arvil Jones ~


Faith, it's a beautiful thing,
That little word with the special ring,
It's faith in the things I cannot see,
Like knowing my God is always with me,
Faith that everything will turn out alright,
That my days of darkness will lead into light,
Faith that Jesus will take my hand,
And guide me through things I don't understand,
That no matter where I roam, far and wide,
My God will be there by my side,
And until I'm home in Heaven above,
I will always know my God's true love,
And until that day He calls me home,
I will never have to walk alone,
To know that someday I'll hear angels sing,
Faith, it's a beautiful thing.

~ Alan W. Jankowski ~


From no where You found me,
In dust as I lay;
You picked me by your very hand,
In my filthy sin and rotten decay.

Ignored by the world
Shattered to a crump
With pain as my friend,
While I smelt as a skunk!

Yet you touched me so lovingly
That I saw life's brightest new ray.
You cried at my state,
While others stood so far away!

Oh my Master, my Potter
At your feet I will stay
I felt your true love
Make me Thine forever I pray!

Give meaning and purpose (life) in this shallow world,
Mend me and make me cause I'm just your clay.
In my breaking too, your plots are at play
Only then is your brilliance ready for the world for display!

~ Manoj Stephens ~

My name is Chantelle Carstens and I live in South Africa I have written a book for the broken hearted woman out there and for everybody that has gone through the same ordeal as I have. I have been mistreated, beaten, my name has been slandered, I have been misused by a drug addict, I have also fallen in the drugs, my son was taken from me, almost lost my job and I am proud to say that I am clean for the last five months and God saved me by grace. I could have been dead. I am still prosecuted today by people that cannot believe that God has set me free and therefore I want to share with you my testimony and that I am still on the path of fighting for my son, but I believe that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, he set me free, for If my God is for me? Who shall stand against me? Chantelle Carstens

Here are three of Chantelle's poems taken from her book.


When I think of Jehovah's power
I think of His awesomeness and might
I see it in a rainbow, in a colourful wild flower
It has no limitations, knows no height

His power reigns far beneath the sea
It sits at the top of the highest mountain
It is the Holy Spirit that dwells within me
It flows like an overflowing fountain

His power is a living testimony in His Word
Created to become Human sent to the earth
To demonstrate the love of the Almighty
The greatest love story that ever occurred
His power demonstrated in how much we are worth!

As His only Son died on the Cross
So that we may live forever in His glory
So that there might be hope for the lost
And reign with Him forever in the new Jerusalem

"So that you can say, I have met my Creator"
All power and truth is within the Almighty

~ Chantelle Carstens ~

Alpha and Omega

Alpha and Omega from the beginning to the end
Will I be with you and forever stay your friend
I will open up your path before You
Like I opened one in the red sea for my nation

You will not fall down and stumble
I will crush your enemies
For all to see that I am God
So that they may scatter and flee!

I will carry you over every rock
So that you may not fall apart and brake
Your enemy shall be defeated
So that you may stay strong

I will never forsake you in your our of need
You will rise up in your triumph and see that you've succeed

I shall be your beginning and end
Until the day of rapture comes
And I send my Son to fetch you
To welcome you in your new home called HEAVEN

~ Chantelle Carstens ~


"A poem for the wounded at heart"

God if I think of my inner being
I am not afraid to look at what I am seeing
Or at what I am feeling
Therefore you have put spiritual guidance counselors on the earth
To me with my inner healing
And Your Word and Holy Spirit to look after my well being

I have made such a mess
And my emotions are chaos
But you love me nevertheless
And just make me look at the cross

And see that through your wounds there is healing
For my inner broken being
You restore my soul and give me a sound mind
And put me back where I belong
The true inner happiness in You oh Lord that I find!

~ Chantelle Carstens ~


Hold fast to God
Attest to loving remedy
Hold fast to God
Stand firm in awed simplicity
His Word is good and Grace is free
Without His life you cease to be
Hold fast to God

~ Bonnie Pomroy ~


A shepherd and a warrior
A poet and a king
A man who loved his God
More than any other thing.

He once had killed Goliath,
A lion, and a bear.
He danced before the ark of God
Undignified; he did not care.

He meditated on the Word
Of God both day and night.
He praised God for His beauty,
For His mercy and His might.

But there came a day that David
Stole a glance and then a wife.
Her husband wouldn't play along
So Uriah lost his life.

Does it not seem sudden
This terrible great fall?
But read a little closer,
Not so sudden after all.

For it happened in the spring
When kings go out to war
King David did just one thing
That he'd never done before.

"I've fought so many battles
That I have earned some rest.
Bring me just a bit more wine
A king deserves the best."

He got up from his bed
When it was almost night.
A woman bathing on a house
Oh, it was such a sight!

And then the man named David,
Who had killed both lion and bear
Pushed all thoughts of God aside
And he began to stare.

While fighting the Lord's battles,
His eyes fixed on the Lord,
David never had this problem
But now he had grown bored.

And so he sent and took her,
The wife of his close friend.
As Uriah fought for David,
He took her and he sinned.

Now David had to hide his sin.
He sent Uriah to his wife.
Uriah would do no such thing
As his soldiers risked their life.

More desperate as the days went by
The king wrote this command,
"Make it so the man will die
Who brings this letter in his hand."

Bathsheba heard the news
And mourned a little while.
David said, "Come be my wife",
The king, the sinner, full of guile.

But nothing can be hidden
From the One True Sovereign King.
God called a man named Nathan
And God's message did he bring:

"A rich man had so many sheep;
The poor man one little ewe;
Rich man killed the poor man's lamb
For a stranger passing through."

"Kill the man who did this thing!
He has sinned and he must die!"
The king in righteous anger
Forgot his own great lie.

Nathan heard the voice of God
And did what he must do.
He looked straight at King David
And said, "That man is you!"

His own mouth had stated
That he deserved to die,
But David cried for mercy
On God He did rely.

He had no more excuses.
He didn't run and hide.
David found God's mercy
In Christ the Crucified.

God forgave King David
But it cost Him no small price.
This sin and all of my sin, too
Fell on Christ, our sacrifice.

Oh, let us not be lazy,
Let us work and let us pray;
Let us worship our Lord Jesus
While it is called today.

Mr. Tracy Tyson
New Mexico, USA


I brought nothing into this world,
And I am taking nothing out
Except my Savior's love,
Which has been with me throughout.

I am now with the angels above
While you are still at trial.
My time release has come,
As you live your earthly while.

If I could give you counsel,
This is what I'd say:
Open your heart to God,
Learn to walk His way.

Count your treasures in kindness.
Give beyond any bound.
Hoard humility with a blindness
To pride that's all around.

Think not of what you can take,
Or whom you would like to fight.
Peace is yours to make.
God will keep score right.

Be brave in your example,
Cover not your heart that's pure.
The swine can never trample
A Christian who is sure.

Fear not when your path is hard,
Or things just don't seem clear.
Have patience, pray, and listen,
For God is ever near.

Forgive, and you'll be forgiven.
Ask, and you will receive.
Thank God, and you'll be thanked.
Have faith, and you'll believe.

You brought nothing into this world,
And you will take nothing out
Except the love you leave behind;
That's what it's all about.

~ Judith Kittredge ~

Give your soul a lift. Enjoy a visit to Judith's
website of poetry at


The Lord's Love and Protection
Are never so far,
That He cannot reach us
Wherever we are.
His arm outstretched like an eagle's wing,
Ever hovering with the love
And care He brings.
Enlightened by His strength and
Comforting power,
We may rest and be assured
Every day, every hour.

Teresa C. Hawes
Copyright 2011


Praise be to God
For every spiritual blessing,
For He will uphold us
Through every trial and testing.
He's blessed us from
His heavenly place,
With blessings filled with
His Glorious Grace.
In accordance with the riches
Of God's grace
We have received,
We can rely on
All of His promises,
And in these
Always believe.

Teresa C. Hawes
Copyright 2011


Just when you think you can't take anymore.
Every solution has been met with a closed door.
Sickness, finances, and disappointments soar
Until they appear larger than life and your spirit is at war.
Silently, you say a prayer, unworthy as you are.

Secretly you pray to your Father from whom you've strayed so far
Abba, Father, if I confess your name, will you save a wretch like me?
Victory. Can that be mine? Can you hear this sinner's plea?
Even though I don't deserve the blessings that you shower
Save this wretched sinner from the gates of hell this hour.

I cannot repay the price that you've paid.
I cannot undo the sins that made me the enemy's slave.
But you can throw my sins away into the forgotten sea
You can make me whole again and give me the victory.

So, I thank you, Father, Jesus
I'll forever praise Your name.
I'll forever serve you, Father
Not for fortune or for fame
But, because you saved a wretch like me
And forever changed my name.

~ Lorraine M. Castle ~
New Jersey


My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Cor. 12:9

His hand is on you still,
As you seek and do His will.
Don't give in to despair,
Rest in your Father's care.
For when you think you can't take it,
He will give you grace to make it.

~ Gene Griffin ~

Visit all of Gene's poems wonderful Christian poems, each one based on a verse in the Bible, at


In midnight's dark or morning's light,
In winter's cold or summer's heat,
In deferred hope or promise bright,
In victory or cruel defeat.

In crippling pain or best of health,
In prolonged drought or springtime rain,
In poverty of untold wealth,
In hurtful loss or richest gain.

In bitter tears or laughter's song,
In lively youth or well-worn age,
In daunting fears or courage strong,
In welcomed peace or battle's rage.

In all of life I understand,
My days are placed in Jesus' hands.

~ Deanna Malawy ~

Here are four poems of encouragement and inspiration written by Charles C. Robey:


The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. (Psalms 9:9-10 KJV)

Though the nights be long and drear, there is never cause for fear
Don't give up
He will turn your night to day, He will drive all gloom away.
Don't give up.
When the days are dark as night, When there's none who care in sight.
Don't give up.
Though the way be long and rough and the fighting hard and tough
Don't give up.
When your trials rise mountains high, You can know the Lord is nigh
Don't give up.
When your friends all turn you down, and upon you simply frown
Don't give up.
When the powers of sin assail, Christ the Savior will prevail
Don't give up.
Tho His love they often spurn, from your Savior's soon return.
Don't give up

~ Charles C. Robey ~


In John 14, Jesus Comforts His Disciples
1 ‚€œDo not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father's house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.‚€�
Jesus the Way to the Father
5 Thomas said to him, ‚€œLord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?‚€�
6 Jesus answered, ‚€œI am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Let not your heart be troubled
Fighting within and without
Let not your heart be troubled
Evil moving around and about
Let not your heart be troubled
Believe in God, Believe in Me
Let not your heart be troubled
Preparing A home for to see
Let not your heart be troubled
I'll come again, count on Me
Let not your heart be troubled
I'm waiting, for you to greet
Let not your heart be troubled
My Holy Council you will meet
Let not your heart be troubled
My Grace sways all sin away
Let not your heart be troubled
By faith I accept Him today


~ Charles C. Robey ~


For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not of works, that no one should boast". (Ephesians2:8-9) To that I shout "Amen"

You've heard the old cliché, "There's no free lunch". This may stand true, in the secular world. However, in God's perfect world, His gift of Salvation is free and available to "whosoever may come". For you see, you can never earn your way nor ever be good enough, to enter into an eternal relationship with the living God on your own merit. You just simply excise your faith and except God's free Grace to change your life.

For by Grace
The world was spoke in place.
For By Grace
The stars were hung in space.
For by Grace
From the dust of the land.
For By Faith
Gods own image He did span.
For by Grace
The Garden was mans fall.
For By Grace
Sin punished one and all.
For by Grace
Men of old in faith believed.
For By Grace
Sins pardon was received.
For by Grace
By faith now all may know.
For By Grace
Freedom from sin to bestow
For By Grace

~ Charles C. Robey ~


For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall know fully just as I also have been fully known. (I Corinthians 13:12)

"Alice" is playing with her kittens‚€”a white kitten (whom she calls "Snowdrop") and a black kitten (whom she calls "Kitty"), the offspring of Dinah, Alice's cat in the first book‚€”when she ponders what the world is like on the other side of a mirror's reflection. Climbing up on the fireplace mantel, she pokes at the wall-hung mirror behind the fireplace and discovers, to her surprise, that she is able to step through it to an alternative world, "The Looking Glass Land".
What if we could step through "The Looking Glass", as did Alice, and get a view of God's eternal Will for our life. Would our day change? Would we be more receptive to His Will for our life. Would we be more obedient? Well, since we can't step through the "Looking Glass" , we must except God's plan, by faith and continue our day-to-day meditation with our "Living God".

As my life began
My thought did span
Over all the land
In God's Big Looking Glass

From the song I pine
Hearts music to chime
Heaven songs divine
In God's Big Looking Glass

Yesterday is old news
Tomorrow is abused
Today I must choose
In God's Big Looking Glass

From all my sin
My life did mend
With God within
In God's Big Looking Glass

Getting ready to fly
Beyond Heaven's sky
In the sweet by-and-by
In God's Big Looking Glass


~ Charles C. Robey ~


One day at a time, with its failure and fears,
With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,
With its portion of pain and its burden of care;
One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time, to be patient and strong;
To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;
Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;
It shall darken and die and the night shall bring peace.

One day at a time - but the day is so long.
And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong.
O thou pitying Christ, be Thou near all the way;
Give courage and patience and strength of the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet:
"Yea, I will be with thee, the troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve,
I will not forsake thee; I never will leave."

Not yesterday's load we are called on to bear.
Nor the morrow's uncertain and shadowy care,
Why should we look forward or back with dismay?
Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day;
He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.
His grace is sufficient; we walk not along;
As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.

~ Annie Johnson Flint ~


Lord there are no earthly words left for me to say
I'm to the point now where I don't know how to pray
I just don't understand it Lord my heart is really torn
The more I strive to trust You the more my faith is worn
I know you have no favorites, Your word is plain to see
What You have done for others You can do for me
I know You are able and I know You're in control
Yet I need to know You're willing as I bear to You my soul
So Lord I come before You humbled at Your throne
Asking You to hold me Lord, I feel so alone
I'm grateful for the prayers of friends and loving family
But there's one thing I ask You Lord
Will You please pray for me?
His answer was 'My precious child I say unto you
No matter how things look right now I'm going to see you through
Cast your every care on Me your pain I understand
Remember I am holding you in My nail scarred hands.

Joye Atkinson

A note from the author of the following poem: The structure of the poem is based on the tune "Windmills of your mind," I hope it can be read without that concept in mind. However, the tune may make it resonate more to some of you.

To the music of "Windmills of your mind"


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.

The author wishes to remain anonymous

I wrote this for my youngest sister to encourage her. We all miss our Mother so very much, and I wanted her to know that Mother is still with her all the time, even on her Birthday.

To Krista - From Mother

I know that you miss me
And I understand why
I miss you too
I don't want you to cry.

I'm at your side
I'm always near
Listen closely
And my voice you will hear.

You know that I love you
I have from the start
Know that I miss you
With all of my heart.

One day we'll be together
And stand hand in hand
You'll come to be with me
In God's Holy Land.

You'll know what I know
You'll see what I see
Together we will live
For eternity.

But for now.....I ask
Enjoy your every day
Know that I'm right there with you
Surprise....Happy 50th Birthday!!

Lisa Hanson Brady
February 2011


I watched you from a distance
As you danced under the sun
Each golden ray made just for you
My child, my special one

Then the rain began to fall
And you sat with me to see
We huddled close together
My dear child and me

The wind it blew so strongly
It whipped us fierce and cold
I took you into my arms
My dear child I did hold

When the thunder roared
So bold, so loud, so wild
I held you closer to my heart
My love, my special child

Then lightening broke the darkness
It made you shake with fear
I protected you with all I had
My child, my love, my dear

Then as the sun shone again
It brought a rainbow too
One I painted in the sky
My child, it was for you

When life seems so difficult
When it seems too much to bear
I'll protect you from the darkness
My child, I'm always there

When you feel scared and lonely
I will keep you near my heart
I am always there for you
My child, we never part

I am the Lord your Father
Like the rainbow I made you too
I made you perfect just for me
My child, I do love you.

~ Natalie Sommerville ~
North Yorkshire, England


Greater than any lottery winnings
Is the God of new beginnings
Who, with just a stroke of grace
Triumphantly can sin erase
And place within a sinner's soul
Feelings of being completely whole

At one with God and reconciled
Being now His Own dear child
Angels in heaven bearing witness to
The Holy Spirit's life in you
As you begin a walk of faith
Because of Jesus' saving grace

Know ye not ye were bought with a price
Consider our Lord's sacrifice
Take up your cross and follow Him
Seeking another soul to win
For God Himself said on this wise
He who winneth soul's is wise

Now we begin each day afresh
Knowing we've been doubly blest
Not only are our sins forgiven
Praise God we have a home in Heaven
Greater than any lottery winnings
Is the God of new beginnings!

Hallelujah! What a Saviour


Gary James Smith
© December 27, 2010
Alberta, Canada


A wasted life, from fog of use.
Scars untold, years of abuse,
Bends the mind, from right to wrong.
Life out of tune, no longer a song.
Scars so deep, it covers the heart
no hope shines through, no point to start
to erase the pain, it seems insane
To a life gone wrong,

Through the fog, a point of light
Shone bright,
At first, then to fade, to die
from self pity and pain, from the lie,
Can not forgive the pain of past.
Can not forgive myself, to last.

Through the fog, a hand reached out.
Took my hand, I had my doubt.
Been there, many times before
The hurts and hang ups, seemed to soar.
The voice said, ‚€œYou are forgiven.‚€�
‚€œIt's time to trust, to start livin'.‚€�
The chains fell off, I was free.
To start anew, To trust, to BE.

A wasted life, in years of fog
Now Forgiven.

John Stevens © 09/03/2010
I have listened to many ‚€œlife stories‚€�
to know there is always hope.

All prison don't have bars
made of steel to hold us back
They come in many forms
of our making, there is no lack.


Call My Name and I Will Hear
Just Ask and I Will Give
I Need You In This World
I Need For You To Live

My Child Don't Look Away
I Am Here For You
Read My Message Now
So You'll know What To Do

That Hole Inside Your Gut
That Feeling of Despair
The Thoughts That You're Alone
And There is No One To Care

Those Are Lies My Child
Cast By Satan's Hand
Untruths To Steal Your Soul
And Keep Him In Command

I Am The Light, I Am The Way
Bend Your Head In Prayer
I Will Show You Joy And Peace
I Love You And I Care.

Cheryl Leadbeater
pen name yekarah


I thank the Savior...
I thank the Lord,
For cleaning up my behavior.
It is Jesus whom I adore.

He is the Lord of all...
I thank Him for giving us life.
While I listen to His call,
He gives me His love through Christ.

As an obedient servant...
With Jesus as my Master,
As we go through this world of sin and turbulence.
And as life seems to go faster and faster.

I find peace...
In His presence.
At His table there is a feast.
Nurturing the soul and when we listen to God's Word it is made pleasant.

Nothing comes close or can measure...
To the love of Christ.
So, to be His servant I find pleasure,
In giving Jesus my life.

At the end of my life...
I will see my precious Lord.
And He will tell me how His Son Jesus paid the price.
I'm always looking to go forward.

With Him as my friend...
I will thank my Savior.
Whom I know I can depend,
That through Jesus I found favor.

Cinda M. Carter


When you've lost all that mattered
Every dream's been shattered
There's no friend left to call your own

Each day is one big tempest
Nights are sleepless unrest
You wonder if you'll always be alone

I have found a place of refuge
Where I escape the deluge
When the storms of life are battering my soul

It is there in quiet solitude
That I regain my fortitude
Once again I am made well and whole

Here my heart begins to sing
I am lifted up on Eagle's wings
I am at rest and again my spirit soars

His name is a strong tower
He is my source of power
Every day's a day worth living for

The name of the Lord
Will be your reward
He'll give you strength to face life every day

He'll cause the storms to cease
He'll give you inner peace
But its up to you to take the time to pray

~ Charles Betts ~
New Brunswick


YOU are always on my mind.
You change the way I see.
Put my focus onto Christ,
And pull my eyes off ME!

You have granted me all things
To live a godly life.
It's only as I yield to grace,
I'll overcome the strife -

That comes from trying to achieve,
Christ-likeness on my own.
You give me Your promises.
I'll never walk alone.

Sin made me a broken mess.
Perfection's all You see.
You're delighting in YOURSELF.
Your Spirit lives in me!

You see Jesus' righteousness,
And not the times I fail.
You heap no condemnation,
And know that I'm so frail.

You forgive my former sins,
And give the faith I need.
You'll press me to repentance,
And cleanse each evil deed.

You are love; You'll make me love.
You're truth; You'll make me true.
By grace and for Your glory,
You're making me like You!

~ Debbie Thompson ~


But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31 - KJV)

As you wait upon this shore
How your heart does long to soar
With eagle's wings you want to fly
From the pain that makes you cry

Tired and weary is your soul
And you pray to be made whole
So you wait upon the Lord
Daily reading of His word

In His time His breath will blow
The wind beneath your feet will grow
He will teach you how to fly
As an eagle soaring high

Above the clouds you will view
All that God has walked you through
Flying close to the Sun
You will see what He has done

Pressing on in fearsome flight
Reaching for His guiding light
Grace and beauty will cover you
As others learn to follow you

Soaring through that darkened sky
You will see with eagle eye
He will give you gift of sight
To see the one who stalks at night

For now you sit in this place
As He covers you with grace
He sees your grief and knows your pain
For such a time is why He came

So rest in Him a work He'll do
Gifts of grace will be given you
For the tasks He's called you to.

~ Maria Egilsson ~


The Bible teaches us,
God put heaven in every man's heart.
And the devil is always striving,
From Him, to tear us apart.
Many of us have come to the Lord,
And for whatever reason, strayed.
Usually it's for mistakes we have made,
And we judged ourselves unworthy and we ran away.
Then from time to time when we're in darkness,
The faith of God wells up in us.
And for a moment hope is rekindled,
As we feel His righteousness.
Alas before repentance takes control,
Those deceptive thoughts start creeping in,
And before we know it, we're submersed again in sin.
But friend I'm here to tell you,
It's never too late.
Unless you're six feet under,
Then there is time to change your fate.
However don't think it's going to be easy,
Remember some wounds take longer to heal.
But if you'll make up your mind like the prodigal son,
The Father will run to meet you and His grace washing over your soul you will feel.
So take heart wayward Christian child,
And let the blood of Jesus lift that weight.
Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord,
And He will make your crooked paths straight.
Don't let one soul judge you,
After all, it's not their place.
Because in the end of days my friend,
God is the only One you will have to face.
Finally remember the Lord is patiently waiting,
And this poem He put in my heart may be for you.
Rise up and put the devil in his place,
And let God apply the balm of Gilead to your wounds.

James 5:19-20: Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him; Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.

~ Todd Abraham ~
© August 2010


He will return our solid rock,
It is in our time the prophetic clock.
He will return our concrete truth,
Be steadfast and strive beyond your youth.
Find the Lord our rock and stone,
Cleanse the grime set forth atone.
He will be here the lamb and King,
The mountain strong so we may sing.
He heals us all and gave up blood,
Commit to him release the mud.
Multiple choices is not his call,
Worldly ways you seek the thrall.
Weary flesh the prideful ways,
For God's due process we must praise.
To lose our faith in earthly sin,
And follow the ways as Satan grins.
The only road a solid rock,
Awaits the stone your heart to knock.

~ Ronald Jenkins ~


He calls out to you because He loves you
He's crying out aloud "O Where are you?"
This His love is not for sale
This His love is not retail
Run to Him while He calls out to you
For when it's too late, He'll say "I never knew you."

The world keeps screaming "we need your attention"
Don't let its glamour make you loose concentration
Seek the Lord while He may be found
For His love only lasts once a life time
Turn to Him while there's still time
His love cries out "I need you while there's still time."

~ Iboro Tonye-Edet ~

Here are three thought-provoking poems written by Mike Bullock.


I'm wrestling with the ice cream
Inside this soft scoop box
My spoon is bent, my patience spent
I'm trying to outfox
The barrier before me
To get my just dessert
I'll hack at that unyielding mass
No matter what the hurt.

But hey, where is my patience
Why don't I let it melt
Surely it will taste the same
If time and me both dwelt
Perhaps this is my problem
Too hasty in my ways
A Martha living in my skin
To be a Mary pays.

So if I wait upon The Lord
Instead of rushing it
And let us melt together
In a fusion, we will knit
A tasty time of bonding
And one that satisfies
Oh Lord, please give me patience
To delight in Your surprise.

~ Mike Bullock ~


I look in the mirror and what do I see
Your ageing creation, reflecting at me
A mask that is hiding the truth of my being
Am I the person you think you are seeing?
The Spirit is in there, doing His best
To clean up the years of unholy mess
If only I'd help Him, by doing my part
The light of the gospel would be a start
Shining into pools of gloom
Rooms of pleasure, halls of doom
Caverns fighting to be free
Of chains that bind the inner me
Yes, I've faith that one fine day
And for this I gladly pray
I will be at one with He
Who died a dreadful death for me.

~ Mike Bullock ~


Beneath the mask you're wearing,
There lies a crumpled heap,
A mass of contradictions,
That you're desperate to keep,
If only people knew you,
A heap of sin and shame,
They would surely shun you,
They wouldn't be to blame.

As you keep on sinking,
Into this pit of guilt,
The devil has the victory,
With all the lies he's built,
God doesn't want to know you,
He wouldn't waste His time,
So carry on your life of fear,
Slide deeper in the slime.

God loves you very deeply,
He wants to hold you near,
To bring light to your darkness,
And banish all your fear,
Through Jesus you have power,
To change your sense of worth,
And be just as He wants you,
His child of joy and mirth.

~ Mike Bullock ~

Hello, My name is Jonathan Maddock. I'm seventeen years old and I would like to submit to you one of my Christian poems of encouragement.


I constantly find myself lost in a dark forest somewhere beaten and rotten.
By all the things that have happened to me, I feel so broken and forgotten.

I've tried for much too long to escape from this forest of darkness.
But I've been lost in here for far too long that the time has begun to fill me with madness.

The time passes by, it seems to be getting more difficult each day.
No matter what I do, I can't seem to find my way.

I've become spiritually sad and depressed,
My heart feels like it's breaking in my chest.

Regardless which path way I decide to choose,
I feel that it's my sanity I begin to lose.

I'm running around trying to find my way out,
But my heart starts to burn with a fire of doubt.

Suddenly, their is a bright light which shines through the trees hanging over me,
This light is so big and lovely, and it makes it easier for me to see.

The light feels so pure and true,
And its the darkness that it leads me through.

When I begin to chase after this light,
It leads me straight out of the forest, and makes my inner pain bright.

Once I had gotten out of the forest, I look high above me,
The light which is coming from the heavens and seems to be the smile of God,
Smiles back at me.

This Godlike smile had greatly helped me,
And has opened my eyes so now I can clearly see.

The Godlike smile has brought me out of my deepest and tragic sorrow,
And has given me the courage to face tomorrow.

~ Jonathan Maddock ~


the skies grow dark as storms rush in
my soul is dragged down by the weight of my sin
the demons are with me all day and all night
then I hear Him whisper, "I am the way, the truth, the life."

my mind is held hostage, shackled with chains
it all seems so heavy; the guilt, the shame, the pain
how could He love me with all that I've done?
then I hear Him whisper, "you're why I sent my Son."

I want to know Him but my sin is so great
how could He forgive so much pride, anger and hate?
I feel so unworthy. I can't show my face
then I hear Him whisper, "you're saved by My grace."

slowly my burdens begin to lift
I'll never understand such a wonderful gift
day by day He's making me whole
then I whisper back, "thank you God for saving my soul."

~ Jeff Phipps ~


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, 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.


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 ~


As night time cloaked my velvet dream
I heard Him call your name
He said ‚€œI 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 ~


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 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


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


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."


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 ~


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. 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 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 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


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


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:


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


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.


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,
‚€œI am the vine and you are the branches.‚€�
‚€œAbide 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.


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


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


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


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


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


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, 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.


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


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:


I Hear my precious Saviour say,
No more for sin do you need to pay.
He cleared my very sinful debt, O Lord how could I ever, you repay?
He whispered to me soft and clear ‚€œMy child, just my word obey‚€�.

I Hear my Saviour talk to me,
When the storms are near and I feel at sea.
He tells me not to ever fret, for He my guide to the end will be.
I know it's true, I find him near, each time I come on bended knee.

I Hear my risen Saviour call me ‚€œDear‚€�.
It fills my heart with joy, yet grips me with fear.
This Almighty, Holy, Righteous God who my every sin did clear,
Will one day sit at judgment seat and hear my account for every year.

Sulekha Esther Rathnam


When you lie in bed wondering what you're doing,
Or decide to move, but don't know where you're going,
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

When you are confused with the twists and twirls of life,
Or at the brink and sick of all your struggles and strife,
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

When you feel like you're really at your very end,
Or when you feel defeated and have no love to lend,
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

Your father up above,
Is always looking down with love,
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

He is with you, will be to the end,
For He unlike men, His word will never bend.
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

When making decisions, never do you need to fear,
For your Father in Heaven, has promised to always be near.
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best!

Be still and quiet; let Him speak to you,
He is the almighty, never with Him argue.
Be calm and trust Him, for He knoweth best

Sulekha Esther Rathnam

Here are two thoughtful poems of encouragement written by Juanita DeHart


I wanted ‚€œFields of Clover‚€�
Or a cushy ‚€œLily Pad‚€�;
But God's desire soared over
All the lofty dreams I had.

He knew that I would never
Be a minister of grace
If ‚€œHappiness Forever‚€�,
Didn't blow up in my face.

His reverie rose higher
Than my wishes dared to fly.
His hopes flared up life's fire
For self-centered wings to die.

Instead of soft surroundings,
He provided tough terrain.
Still, blessings kept abounding
When high humps and bumps brought pain.

He gutted my ‚€œRose Garden‚€�,
Yet, He left those thorns which sting.
Heart's sod is not down trodden,
Cause each prickle helps me cling.

I looked for lush and dainty
But I got Love's cramped cocoon.
I'm glad He didn't feed me
With a carnal ‚€œSilver Spoon‚€�.

I'm sanctified through sadness;
Sorrow makes my spirit strong.
Grief gifts my lips with gladness
When ‚€œGod's Grace‚€� becomes my song.

So ‚€œHappy Ever After‚€�
Isn't always ‚€œEasy Street‚€�,
It's knowing ‚€œHeaven's Laughter‚€�...
Following our Savior's feet.


"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11 - NIV


Juanita DeHart
Houston , TX


Times of testing
Brings a blessing
That might come with a disguise.
It's arrival
As a trial
Can't be viewed with carnal eyes.

Look for meaning
In the weaning
And the pruning that takes place.
There'll be laughter
Soon thereafter
Cause you'll see your Savior's face.

He'll be smiling
And beguiling
You to lean upon His breast.
Then the testing
And the blessing
Will confirm that God knows best.

Juanita DeHart
Houston , TX

Here are two poems of encouragement written by Jennifer Kulp

Jennifer says that this first poem is written for all the precious souls with cancer.


I received the terrible news today
Of a disease within my bones;
God, I really need you now.
I can't fight this on my own.

This cancer wants to kill me,
And bring my life to an end;
Jesus, why did this happen?
Is it because of my sins?

Lord, I've only lived to twenty.
There are things I still want to do;
So many places I want to see,
And dreams I wished to come true.

Therefore, I will meditate on thy scriptures,
And focus on the One who heals my disease;
I read about His stripes that said I am healed.
I believe in His promise to restore health unto me.

Faithfully, I shouted out His Word,
And proclaimed my healing every day;
It caused me to become stronger.
It told me to not give up or cease to pray.

Doctors said I have only two years to live,
But I refuse to believe what I heard;
Man cannot count the number of my days.
I will stand firm on the promises of God's Word.


Lord, my spirit is willing,
But my flesh is so weak;
God, every day I cry out to you,
Yet I don't hear you speak.

I've been beaten so many times.
You know what I've been through;
I can't overcome this giant.
Yet it's the only thing I must do.

I fought this trial too many times.
I used all the strength in me;
Yet I lost in every battle,
And once again I'm not free.

Lord, I'm tempted to just call it quits,
And lay here on the ground;
I will let the giant win again.
I have fought too many rounds.

As I am now at my lowest,
Tears flow down my cheeks;
I cry out to God again,
‚€œJesus, I am just too weak!‚€�

Suddenly I felt my body
Being lifted up by my Lord;
He helped me back on my feet,
And said, ‚€œLets do this once more.‚€�

I stood up to that giant,
And fought as hard as I could;
He used old tactics to make me give up.
Yet he only thought I would.

I was determined to not back down.
I had been here long enough;
It's not the number of times I get hit.
It's the number of times I get up.

Jennifer Kulp


Isaac, Abraham's sweet delight,
Carried wood for sacrifice.
But God delivered him.

Job did a godly life attain,
Knew sore sorrow and great pain.
But God delivered him.

Joseph refused Potiphar's wife,
Then knew a prisoner's life.
But God delivered him.

David kept lambs in tender care,
Faced the fierce Goliath's stare.
But God delivered him.

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
Into a furnace they did go.
But God delivered them.

Daniel faithfully knelt in prayer,
Cruelly cast into lion's lair.
But God delivered him.

Jesus, redeemer of the lost,
Incurred God's wrath on the cross.
But God delivered him.

Paul and Silas did salvation tell,
At midnight sang in dank cell.
But God delivered them.

Saints, ransomed by the Savior's grace,
Trial of life you're sure to face.
But God will deliver you.

Deanna Malawy
Illinois, 3-13-08


Has that trial in your life been going on so long
That everything in you screams, "This is so wrong."

You can't understand, it seems God is far away
As with tears you cry out to Him everyday,

If you read God's Word His truth you will see
That He has a job for you and a job for me,

ONLY BELIEVE! is what He has to say
At His feet this problem you must lay,

In His time and in His way
An answer to your problem will be there one day,

Keep on believing, don't lose hope
He'll give you His grace enabling you to cope,

Keep your eyes on Him as to to Him you cleave
He has promised He will never forsake you or leave,

Give Him time to work it all out
The devil just wants you to worry and doubt,

Praising Him is one thing He's looking for
To bless you is what He has in store,

So no matter what, even when you don't understand
ONLY BELIEVE! that's what moves His hand.

Beverly Shaffer

By Hannah Jones

To comfort those that are grieving

Sometimes the sun shines ever so bright.
But inside there's clouds as dark as the night.
Thank you Lord you're my all in all.
You calm me so peacefully when there is a squall.

You wipe my tears and make it like day.
You let hope shine bright when there's trouble at bay.
You made life in me when no one else could
You're my rock and my stronghold where I have stood
I will stand in your gates when they open wide
Thank you Lord for being by my side.

When death finally comes and knocks on my gate
I will gladly accept I'll no longer wait.
I'll open my eyes and see your sweet face.
And marvel at your amazing Grace.

Down here there are those who will mourn and cry
But I cannot wait till the time goes by,
A time it may seem before you see me again,
But when I see you I'll shout hallelujah amen!

Dear friends here on earth, please do not grieve,
Now is the time for me to Leave
It may seem sad and dreary at times
But know that the gift of life is mine
For him have I lived, and to him I will run
My time here on earth is finally done.

As I dance down those streets shining with gold
I'll think of you God and what I've been told
I'll know that my faith was the faith that was true
And I'll know that you did what you said you'd do.
I'll sing with the angels and dance with you Lord
For I have been saved from the fiery sword.

Hannah Jones


A vessel tarnished, broken, useless,
Was thrown on the trash heap one night.
And was found by the Master Potter,
Searching through the 'rejects of life.'

When He found this dirty old vessel,
He looked at it closely, and saw
It contained an inherent beauty,
In spite of it's obvious flaw.

He carried it back to His workshop,
His trained eye could already see,
An object of beauty and honour,
That it was intended to be.

He repaired and cleaned the old vessel.
Polished to it's natural shine
Became once more a thing of beauty,
Was truly, 'one of a kind.'

My life was that broken old vessel,
Battered, ruined, thrown away.
I lay there, no hope of recovery,
Till the Master found me that day.

He loved me, He cleansed me, redeemed me;
Adopted me as His own.
Gave to my life a brand new meaning,
Brought peace, where once there was none

by Gertrude Jefferies


Rejection, hurt, and pain
They've left such a stain
You suddenly feel like you'll never love again
You gave it your all
You tried to stand tall
But then there it was, the inevitable fall
Your heart is so torn; your mind is so worn
From the thoughts of despair that are continuously born
So many feelings of doubt you just have to shout,
‚€œWhere are you, my Lord? Please, bring me out!‚€�
My child I am here I told you never to fear
‚€˜Cause I'll dry every tear
As for your hurt and your pain, your rejection stain
The feelings you have that you'll never love again
Reveal them to Me, the One who died on Calvary
Caused the blind man to see
Cured an advanced case of leprosy
See, ‚€œwhen you cast all your cares upon Me‚€�
That alone will set you free
Those feelings of hurt and pain
Are turned into victories gained
And now you're ready to walk in the light
Although it's still midnight
But remember, ‚€œthese light afflictions are but for a moment‚€�
It's an opportunity for your atonement
‚€˜Cause I already own it, your problem that is
Now your deliverance has come
Your victory's been won
Your head is up high; your tears are all dry
Your pains and your stains can now be proclaimed
As broken bondage chains!
For I reign as the Lord God
‚€œThy staff and thy rod‚€�; ‚€œWho preparest a table‚€�
For I alone am able
To do the divine for those whom I call mine!
When I called you out of darkness
I told you, ‚€œI got this!‚€�
So go and be free
Tell the world about me
Tell of how I brought you out and gave you a victorious shout
Now that's somethin' to talk about!

Nakia Hill
Inspired by the Holy Spirit


One day in the midst of my prayer
I felt the Lord kneeling right there
When I spoke about my recent difficulty
This is exactly what the Spirit spoke to me:
My child where's the gain
If during your journey you've endured no pain
What's a blessed life without suffering and strife
How can I gain glory through the telling of your story
When you want it all to end as soon as your plans start to bend
Didn't you say, ‚€œLord, have your way, let Thy will be done today‚€�
But the minute I move around
Clear out all that clutter I've found
You suddenly get this frown and your spirit becomes so down
Then you say, ‚€œLord, I didn't know you'd take that‚€�
‚€œOh, do you think I can have that one back‚€�
You see in order to be free you must submit it all to Me
Your husbands and your wives
Your offerings and your tithes
Your hopes and your dreams
Your disappointments and your needs
That's the only way you'll see all my infinite abilities
So just leave all the worry to Me
The One who gives joy unspeakably

Nakia Hill
Inspired by the Holy Spirit


Trouble all in my life
Seems like nothin's going right
Loneliness is upon me every day and night
I pick up the phone
But no one's ever home
When I turn on the tv
I see nothing but negativity

Maybe I'll open the Word
‚€˜Cause somewhere I heard
There's power in a name
And victory to be proclaimed
Rest from my stress
Joy, peace, and happiness

I remember hearing people talk about
How they had all these problems and ‚€œHe‚€� brought them out
I was thinkin', ‚€œWho is this He‚€� and ‚€œCan He help me‚€�
If so, just tell me the fee

See money's no object
Riches, I got it
But this pain that I feel
So deep and so real
Silver and gold have yet to heal

So now I'm in the Word
Looking for all this greatness I've so often heard
Looking for this ‚€œHe‚€�
Whom so many say has set them free

But as I read and read I begin to see
There is no fee for ‚€œHe‚€� to help me
A man named Jesus paid the price
Now wasn't that nice
Wait‚€¶I didn't know He gave His life
What a huge sacrifice

This Word has far more than all the things I've heard
All my life searching for what's right
Straining to succeed with all my might
When now I've found that all this time
The love of Jesus could have been mine

So I drop my head and close my eyes
Fall to my knees and clear my mind
Suddenly my heart begins to pray
As I open my mouth and softly say,
Dear Lord, my Creator
Highest being, there is none greater
I confess my sins to thee
Please clean me up and make me free
My life's a mess, I'm all stressed out
Please show me what your mercy is all about
I need your peace, your love, your grace
Grant me your patience as I join this Christian race

Now ‚€œHe's‚€� my Lord, my Savior, my Christ
All those heavy burdens suddenly seem so light
The paths that I take don't always feel right
But ‚€œHis ways are not my ways‚€�
So who am I to say
From this point on I'll trust Him day after day

Nakia Hill
Inspired by the Holy Spirit


I admit that there are times
That I am tempted to despair.
Then God speaks in all His mercy
To let me know He's there.

He took care of yesterday for me.
Tomorrow is in His care.
Today He will walk beside me
In answer to my prayer.

He brings constant joy and comfort
To ease my concerns away.
I could not go on without Him
To be my companion through each day.

I would just like to remind you
To lean hard upon His breast.
Release each trial to Him.
Wait for Him to do the rest.

Evelyn D. Putnam


The shadows that hid my soul,
Have all but disappeared.
Where have they gone I wonder?
That darkness I once feared.

In the calm between the storms,
Rich light comes piercing through.
The warmth upon my cheeks,
My sky turns black to blue.

Like a mirage in the desert,
Of which cause my eyes to squint.
I wonder about this new light,
Could it truly be heaven sent?

It penetrates my inside depths,
Like the dew on a morning lawn,
Should I still fear the darkness?
While the shadows seem surely gone.

As the days pass one by one,
The shadows a memory of past.
Your light shines brightly now,
My Savior, You've come at last.

Brett Click
Centerville, OH USA


I tossed and turned, one night, it must have been till 3 or 4
My troubled thoughts kept me awake, I couldn't take much more.

Just then there was a tap on my shoulder, but strangely I wasn't afraid
The Lord appeared before be, right there where I laid

He said, ‚€œmy child, you're troubled and I've come to ease your mind
Give Me all your troubles . . . and surely you'll unwind‚€�

I got up from my rest and knelt down by my bed,
For the Lord had taken my troubles away, and lovingly cleared my head.

I got back into bed, but tears rolled down my face.
The Lord chose to touch me with his glorious and loving grace.

So when you kick the blankets, and toss the pillows in a heap,
Give all your troubles over to Jesus, rest your head and go to sleep.

Robin Mae Ruggie


I am loved...I am hated.
I am joy anticipated.
I am instruction to the wise.
I am that which fools despise.

I am knowledge on the lips of few.
I am understanding which the diligent pursue.
I am the way which is often rejected.
I am the hedge of those protected.

I am your strength in times of adversity.
I am your peace in the midst of tragedy.
I am the crooked, made straight.
I am the reward of those who wait.

I am shelter in your pouring down rain.
I am He who is able to keep you sane.
I am the hand on the surgeon's knife.
I am the very hand that saved your life.

I am the wind that encompasses your soul.
I am the only one who can make you whole.
I am the river flowing toward your drought.
I am He who breaks shackles with a shout.

I am the book of Genesis through Revelation.
I am the only hope of your salvation.
I am the First and the Last.
I am the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit...all in one cast.

Who am I? I will tell you, even as I told Moses...

Copyright © 1998 By Sistah J

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In the Midst of the Mist, There Is Joy 

When there are trials, troubles, tumult, or thunder;
            When calamities, collisions and clouds arrive
                        That may darken the way you are walking today,
                                    Take joy, for Christ is alive.

When you think you cannot take one more step forward,
            When pain, and weakness and sickness prevail,
                        You may not have the words to cry out to the Master;
                                    Do not despair; He is already there.

If the mist is so thick that you cannot see through it,
            And the darkness is closing in fast,
                        And you can't even see your own hands out before you,
                                    Our Savior is present long after it's past.

Do you think there are trials that no one has faced?
            Do you think no one knows how you feel?
                        Do you think your temptations are oh, so unique?
                                    Think again; Jesus Christ knows so well.

Are you thinking that suffering can just bring despair?
            Do you think there is no one who cares?
                        Are you certain afflictions will not end for you?
                                    Think again; Christ the healer is there.

In the midst of the mist, there is joy everlasting;
            Pure joy that the world may not know.
                        In all of your trials, our Lord went before you,
                                    And through them He's helping you grow.

In the midst of the downpours and thunderous storms
            He is walking beside you to show
                        That in your weakness He is your strength.               
                                    Let Him guide you wherever you go.

So when you are weary and longing to quit,
            Remember that He sees the start and the end;
                        He loves you, and holds you and leads you along
                                    And gives joy for the journey, my friend.

Penny A. Williams
June 14, 2003


In This Life,

You'll have days of bright and blue
with good friends and laughter....enough to see you through.

In This Life,

There will be misery and doubt
things you scratch your head at....and just can't figure out.

In This Life,

You'll have dreams that reach the sky
and passion to move you.... until the day you die.

In This Life,

There will be days of pain and loss
and times when your only comfort is The Man upon The Cross.

In This Life,

You'll imagine what could be
and think the world is yours for all eternity.

In This Life,

There are trials you must face
and days when the world leaves you lost without a trace.

In This Life,

We are called to help the poor
to leave the cushy comfort that rests behind our door.

In This Life,

You'll be astounded at how quickly years go by
and look back at memories that often make you cry.

In This Life,

You'll taste both victory and defeat
and make mistakes that wisdom won't allow you to repeat.

In This Life,

You'll find answers to the questions you hold dear
and live for Him who'll take away your worries and your fear.

By Mike Hall


All come to Him and earnestly pray
For The Lord God to forgive you this day
He will not abandon or sever
His mercy endureth for ever

Prepare your heart and spirit to raise
Let your sacrifices be of praise
The wonder of which no man can boast
O glory be to the Lord of hosts

The promises to return the lost
O glory be to the Lord of hosts
Prepare your heart and spirit to raise
Let our sacrifices be of praise!

(c) Gail Stanford Sirotnak
     Humble Servant Verses


Jesus please come near to me
Reading Your word hope to see
The great great glory of thee
Most humble servant I be

I'll be praying all the way
Most honored place of the day
To feel Your peace be the pay
I'm leaning on all You say

I'm singing praises to Thee
All I ask is for the key
So all the world will see
Guide the path You have for me

(c) Gail Stanford Sirotnak
     Humble Servant Verses


I think of you often,
and remember you in prayer.
I ask the Lord to help you
with the burdens you must bear.
If he doesn't remove your burdens,
he'll carry them for you.
So, be encouraged,
for he's promised this to do.
I also ask the Lord to bless you,
and to meet your every need,
and to help you read his Word,
and to give it earnest heed.
Yes, I think of you often,
and I remember you in prayer.
And I want to challenge you
to cast on God your care.
Now I ask you to pray for me,
for I am needy, too.
And as we pray for each other,
great things God will do!

By Pastor Bruce Oyen B. A., M. A., D. Min.
December 29, 2006

Hi. My name is Amanda O'Connor and I live in Colorado. I am 14 years old and have two poems that I would like to share. I wrote the first poem, Don't Give Up!  The second poem, The Final Flight, was written by an unknown author . It was written after a tragedy that occurred during the summer of 2005. In my area an Air Care helicopter had crashed and three men died. Those three men happened to be close friends of my Dad.


Terrible sins come and go
But God will always love you so
Put your trust in Jesus Christ
And you will live a wonderful life

When things are at a terrible height
Don't give up without a fight
God will be there to hold your hand
And carry you across all lands

Lay down your life at the feet of the Lord
And you will feel as if you've soared
Let the Holy Spirit flow through you
And you'll live a life completely new
        - A life of beauty and of grace
          And a bright new life you will face

~Amanda O'Connor~



The call came out in the light of day
"I need your help, please come right away!"
They spring to their feet without a word
And climb aboard a beautiful bird.

Up in the sky from miles away
They came knowing what to do and say.
They take you in your time of need
To a safer place for you to be.

They are truly angels, there is no doubt
Angels who come to help you out.
Their names you seldom got to know
Because of other's needs they had to go...

To the sick and injured they were a welcome sight
Both in the day and the dark of night...
They were not just there to their share
These angels came because they truly cared.

Now our three angels have gone away
To their home in the sky forever to stay.
So to their families and dear friends
Our prayers and gratitude we are sure to send.

For now, Bill, Jim, and Scott are at their greatest height
For our angels have made their "FINAL FLIGHT."
But we know somewhere in the skies above
These angels are flying and sharing their love.

For this I am sure
The Bible says it is true
Angels are flying in the heavens so blue.
For sometime in the light of that day...
GOD said,
"I need your help, please come right away..."


But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isa. 40:31

A pressing need, a burdened heart,
A longing in my soul that won't depart-
My trouble burns as a brand upon my spiritual man,
But our all-knowing God has a plan.

I want, I pray, I beg- I plead,
My heart burdened with a Goliath need;
Our Lord knows- we surmise,
And our petitions He will not despise.

But God doesn't answer right away,
Though with much expectation we pray.
"Wait" - our Master seems to say-
To a heart grieved day by day.

The wait is not in vain-
Giving hope amidst all our pain.
The Lord shall turn our loss into gain,
Though God's ways we cannot explain.

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.


It's time for me to turn and say
That the devil no longer stands in my way
It's time for me to surrender all
And give up my heart for the Lord to rule

He stopped the evil from blocking my vision
Now I'll serve Him, I'll make it my mission
He opened my eyes and let me see
His amazing grace and His love for me

The power of His love runs deep in my veins
And I'll shout to the world that it's the Lord who reigns
God willingly surrendered His Son for me
And i will proceed to love Him eternally

The work of the devil is all around
It kills and destroys but i'm standing my ground
I'll never give up, i won't let it win
For the gates to true Love have beckoned me in

Maria Glazier
Surrey, United Kingdom

Here are several poems written by Leona Miller. Leona's goal is to reach others who may be discouraged, and to brighten someone's day, but her top priority is to reach those who do not know Christ in these troubled times. Great inspirational poems written by a truly gifted Christian. Click here to see all of Leona's many beautiful and comforting poems.


We read, we hear, we sing of Heaven,
No sorrows, no tears, no burdens to bear;
A Mansion to Saints, will be given,
But, what must it be, to be there?

No pain, no trials, no darkness of night,
There will be Praises lifted by Prayer;
We'll be with Jesus; He is the Light,
But, what must it be, to be there?

All will be Joy, Peace, and Love,
With never a disappointment nor care;
Somewhere, in that happy Home Above,
But, what must it be, to be there?

No sickness, no death, no evil to allure,
Our Faith here, will be Sight there;
In Heaven with Jesus, we'll rest secure,
But, what must it be, to be there?

The Bliss will someday, be complete,
When Saints meet Jesus in the air;
Then, we'll bow at His nail pierced feet,
But, what must it be, to be there?

Our loved ones, we again shall meet,
Victory and Praising Jesus, we'll share;
The Supper of The Lamb, we'll eat,
But, what must it be, to be there?

Leona I. Miller


A time came suddenly to bring us low,
With an illness at the evenings sunset;
We did not know the future of our lives,
God was not finished with us yet.

We are not given a Warranty in life,
Loved ones Prayed ~ no need to fret;
We leaned on Jesus for the Healing,
God was not finished with us yet.

We walked by Faith and trusted Him,
Many Prayed for us ~ we've not met;
We felt Prayers touch deep in our Souls,
God was not finished with us yet.

Beautiful colors etched the Western sky,
God painted a sunset we cannot forget;
We felt His Presence as we watched,
God is not finished with us yet.

He was with us in each lonely hour,
Jesus had lonely times but paid each debt;
In our weakness ~ Satan came to devour,
God is not finished with us yet.

We were kept strong so we could endure,
With God ~ all things are possible;
Health improved to restore which proves,
God is not finished with us yet.

Leona I. Miller


I keep busy through the daytime hours,
Trying hard, to live by God's Holy Word;
Trials and burdens, somehow, come,
It's then, I tend to ask, "Why me, Lord?"

The mountain is difficult for me to climb,
But, I'll climb and Obey God's Word;
He Promised to never leave me,
So, why do I ask, "Why me, Lord?"

His Word is a lamp unto my feet,
Sharper than any two-edged sword;
It is a light unto my path, and so,
I must not question, "Why me, Lord?"

God will not give more than I can bear,
I must keep my Faith strong in His Word;
Jesus endured shame, pain, suffering and death,
I must no longer ask, "Why me, Lord?"

Leona I. Miller


Here I am, Lord,
Do please, remember me,
I Praise Your dear Name....
And Blessings, I see.

Remember me, Lord,
As I go through this day,
Things are not always easy....
But....I press on, and Pray.

Forgive me AGAIN, dear Lord,
Burdens become heavy for me,
Being weary, I sometimes stumble....
And then....I remember Calvary.

Leona I. Miller, California
April 6, 2002


Have you spent this day.....alone?
Do you feel as if no-one cares for you?
Has no-one called you...via the phone?
And you long for Someone.....or two?

Others are so busy, with many things,
While you sit alone....in your rocking chair...
If others could only know what lowliness brings,
And how difficult it is, sometimes to bear.

A little bird comes to sit on the window sill,
And the Feathered Friend brightens your day,
God can send a little bird, as you seek His Will,
We know....God is only a Prayer away.

Our God works in mysterious ways,
And now, you find a smile upon your face,
As the little bird sings...giving sunshine rays,
You are so happy...as loneliness, God did erase.

Peace...has come into your heart, this day,
And now.....you no longer feel alone,
For the little bird God sent you...kneel and Pray,
You no longer find any purpose to groan.

God, in His Wisdom, looks down from Above,
And He will often send a little bird,
This is one way...He sends His Love,
To let you know...your Prayer...He Heard.

Leona I. Miller, California


Did you have tears, today, to flow?
Was someone with you...to wipe them away?
Just remember! Jesus wept too..and we know,
There was pain in His Heart...that day.

In this life....we all have sorrow....
Be strong and of good courage; God says,
I trust for you....a bright tomorrow,
So...when the tears are gone..give Him Praise!

Do not give up...what-ever you do....
But hold on....to the Lord's Hand...
He will carry you on through..
He will help you to be able to stand.

Trust in God...each moment of the day,
He will be with you..He sees your tears,
Healing...I Pray...will soon come your way,
Trust in Him...Obey...cast off all fears.

Reach out to God; He will comfort you,
Strength and Peace...will be given,
Remain close to Him...be Faithful and true,
Prepare your life...to meet Him in Heaven.

No tears...will ever come again,
When we bid this world our good-bye,
No more trials...and no more pain...
When we meet Jesus...in the sky!

Leona I. Miller, California


The road is never weary nor long,
When going to the home of a friend;
Whispering a prayer and in my heart a song,
I'll soon be there ~ it's just around the bend.

When with a friend, time swiftly passes away,
It's soon time for the return to home;
I'm Blessed as I take a moment to pray,
Thankful for memories as friendship has grown.

With a light in the window just ahead,
I walk slowly and continue on;
The sunset's glow of yellow, gray and red,
Keeps me watching 'til the colors are gone.

Slowly ~ the shadows of evening have grown,
Still, I keep watch on the glow ahead;
The light in the window leads me home,
I am Blessed and my soul is fed.

There's a need for moments as this,
Moments to meditate and pray;
Earths beauty ~ I don't want to miss,
I'm preparing now, for Eternal Day.

There's never a lonely moment in life,
With a light in the window just ahead;
God will free us from all strife,
He is with us, just as He has said.

Leave a light on ~ in a window,
For someone who may be passing-by;
They'll not be alone and love will kindle,
Remembering a loving God is always nigh.

There's a mansion prepared in the sky,
A beautiful place in Heaven of our own;
I trust to be a light for others, in God's Eye,
As a light in the window that leads to Home.

Leona I. Miller, California, 2003

Here are is a poem which had helped us so much. I am sorry I do not know the author.

Keep looking up,
Though dark be the way,
God stands beside you,
With strength for today.


Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5.
Dark the storm doth rage around me,
Long the night with fear assail thee,
But the Lord of light is there
To brighten our night of care.
All through the night I wonder and cry,
And ask myself and God the reason why
Such a storm of darkness came my way,
And when the darkness shall turn to day.
It is not for me to know the reasons,
Nor to discern God's times and seasons.
For in each season of life God has a plan;
It is for me to leave all in His hand.
The Lord of light is good and kind,
In Him grace and strength you will find,
To meet the darkness all through the night,
And find mercy new every morning dawning bright.
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.


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 (www.becpministries.com) to read all of Sharon's poems on their ministry website.


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


What does it cost to sacrifice?
The Price is high indeed
To be the servant of ‚€œThe 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 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


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.


(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


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.


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


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.


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.


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

(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


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.


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


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


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.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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.


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


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


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


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

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."


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


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!


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


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:


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 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


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.


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


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


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.


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


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
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


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


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


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


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)

      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?

     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?

     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 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


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.


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


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


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 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


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."


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.


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


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


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


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"
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


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


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


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.


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



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




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




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.




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 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.


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 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~



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


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 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


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


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


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


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


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 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


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


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

It is written
In his words.

Call him Father
And ask-
If you want to be

Call out to God
And he will

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

Call him Father
And ask
When you are in

Finally learn
What his love
Is all about.

Just Call Him Father.

Tony Weaver, Copyright 2001


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, 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.


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.


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.


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


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.


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


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 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


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 ~


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 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 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~


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 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


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


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


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


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.


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


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


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~


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
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.


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


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 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~


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!"


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


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


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 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 ~~


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.


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


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~


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


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


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


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.


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." )


Mary Stevenson (many believe Mary is the author).


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


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)

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)


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


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


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


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


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.


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 ~


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


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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