POEMS OF PRAISE

--TO GOD BE THE GLORY--


LORD YOU ARE ALL POWERFUL

Lord You are all powerful,
Almighty God are You
You generate the energy
To see the believer through
By Your Holy Spirit
Indwelling us down here
We’ve no cause for worry
Nor any cause for fear

You have triumphed mightily
Over sin, death, and hell.
All the ransomed hosts now sing
With our soul 'tis well
Though satan seeks to devour us
In our walk each day
We can have the Victory
For Lord, You are our Stay

For greater is He that’s within us
Than he that is in the world
With our shield of faith
Deflecting darts that are hurled
We have a conflict daily
Yet You have said “Stand fast”
The trials you are experiencing
These too shall pass

With no hope the people perish
But Lord our hope’s in Thee
Creator and Redeemer
The Lamb of Calvary
Now we’re really living
For up from the grave You arose
Righteousness exalts that nation
Whom our God doth know

With steps of faith we plod on
Here am I, use me
Make my heart a burden place
For lost souls such as we
Give out the bread my brother
Pass out the water too
Give that Bread of Life to others
That they may drink Anew

~ Gary James Smith ~
© 2013



THERE IS NO STOPPING JOY

There is no stopping joy
From the heart that overflows
Filled with love of the Father
It lets the whole world know
There is a Redeemer
Who loves to the uttermost
Indwells each true believer
TRUE joy of the Holy Ghost

That joy lives on forever
Right into eternity
Where then it will take wings and fly
Singing with the Almighty
O Hallelujah brother
Sister raise your voice
Our God is an awesome God
Praise God He is our Choice

~ Gary James Smith ~
© 2013


TO MEASURE HIS LOVE

How can I ever measure
My Gods awesome love for me?
With this mind, I can't even imagine
Those things that my Lord can see

God is truly consummate
And perfect, I am not
Jesus love for me is agape
While my love runs cold and hot

When my days become a burden
And He carries me along
It's in those times when I am weak
Then He alone is strong

He is my Holy warrior
It's my battles that He will fight
Then what I need to do is pray
And in God's time all things are made right

Together we will conquer
Satan and his foolish pride
With Holy Spirit leading me
My Lord on my side

To measure His undying love
For me and all of mine
Be still and open spiritual eyes
And love will be His sign

~ Connie K Cameron ~

Please take a moment and visit Connie's Blog at:
http://www.christiancurios.blogspot.com


SUCH LOVE

Peace like a river,
yet soft like a rose,
looking at my life,
God's love will
always flow,

Touched by your
love,
like an angel in the
sky,

Filled with peace,
even when I die,
my soul will know
what life will hold,

Eternal life will no
longer be,
like a mountain
that's too high
for me.

~ Angela Hickman ~


FRIENDSHIP

As I sit down in a
quiet place,
I mediate on God's
grace,
the love that God
has shown

Has made me feel
I am no longer
alone,
With friends that
God has given,

For in your quiet
hour,
pray for God to lead
the way,
to a friendship that
will always be,
special like you and
me.

~ Angela Hickman ~

 

SPEAKING IN TONGUES

Shallow, but yet
deep
your faith can
sometimes
appear weak,
without depth
to your faith,

How can you
reap.
the good that
you see,

Speaking in
tongues,
comes with faith,
just hold on,
For the goodness
to come,

Stay steady & strong,
don't let the
devil cause you
harm,

Hold on to all
you know,
you are filled
with God's spirit
now let your
tongue,
be filled with
words,
where your hopes
and dreams will
be fulfilled.

~ Angela Hickman ~


Here are three poems praising our Lord and Savior written by Jeff 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.

~ Jeff Eilerman ~
Missouri, USA

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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.

~ Jeff Eilerman ~
Missouri, USA

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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.

~ Jeff Eilerman ~
Missouri, USA


MY FRONT PORCH VIEW

In the early morning hours,
I gather up my Bible
and head out to my porch,
Where I am anything but idle.

I see God's mercies
And hear the sounds,
Of His glory and beauty
All around!

I look up
and there I see
a Rabbit running
wild and free.

He pauses here
and dashes there,
I see God's Wonders
Everywhere!

Worship begins
to fill my heart,
I read His Word
and my day does start.

I ponder as
the trees I see,
dancing in the wind
So blissful and free!

My spirit is alive
and Praise begins,
Father your Creation
brings a Hallowed Amen!

I look up
And see the sky,
all colors of blue,
White clouds floating by.

My spirit soars
As I read His Word,
I know beyond a doubt,
My prayers are being heard.

My front porch
has become a Sanctuary,
Where I meet my God
And there we tarry.

Surrounded by the Glory
of the Living King,
My Spirit rejoices,
and Inside Praises ring.

Each day I meet
My God out there,
On my Front Porch
Where He makes me aware!

And Through His eyes
I suddenly see,
That Nature was meant
To restore You and Me!

Lord you have created
This World for us,
Let us not miss the blessings
And in You, put our trust.

Wildlife, trees,
Flowers in bloom,
You have arranged all this
So doubt has no room!

It thrills my soul,
When a deer strolls by,
Those deep dark eyes,
All their needs, You supply!

I thank you
for my front porch view,
Where I sit and ponder
And share my thoughts with You!

© Mary Ann Trott, Alberta
July 21, 2011


SUMMER FLOWERS

No floral design
Can be as grand,
As Our Father's array
That dots the land.

Splashes of color
Stippled with white,
Daisies and lily
Seeking the light.

When warmed by the sun
And wet with dew,
Pleasures are many
Worries are few.

Heaven will feed them
It's promised you know,
Their occupation
Merely to grow.


~ Mary Mona Dorman ~


Jamie Compton, the author of the following poem states, "I wrote this poem without a title because I am unsure what I would call it, or even if I do want to name it." Thank you Jamie. Certainly not every poem needs to have a title.

*No Title*

God is good all the time.
Even in the midst of sadness and heartache,
He is always compassionate and kind,
Never leaving us behind.

So encouraging he is, So incredibly pure,
Striving for godhood--we try,
Not knowing where we stood--
But only if we could.

Though we error more than we succeed,
He always will love us--never leave us,
Never allow us to bleed,
No matter our deeds.

He is forever forgiving,
And we shall always be,
Forever seeking and seeking,
Until we are no more within ourselves lacking.

God is good all the time.
Even when we fall and break,
His warmth and light will shine,
Never leaving us behind.

Jamie Compton
Denton, Texas


The following three poems of praise to our Lord and Saviour was submitted and written by Leonie Russell of Derry, N. Ireland


SEEKING YOU

I never knew you Lord,
Or your love in such great measure.
I'd heard about you as a child
But you were someone else's treasure.
I'd always hoped for more, I hoped you would be true,
When growing up, I'm sure you knew
I was always seeking you.

Teenage cries, confusion reigned, the order of the day.
And all the while, your awesome presence, with me all the way.
Not knowing you're my Saviour; I'd never heard of grace,
I couldn't hear your voice of love, so closely at my face.
I'd always hoped for more, still hoping you'd be true,
Still growing up, I'm sure you knew,
I was always seeking you.

Unsuccessful plans, mistakes were running high,
An adult crying to the Lord; He'll know the reasons why.
I heard about you in that book, when I was but a child,
I wanted to know this Jesus, so kind and meek and mild.
I'm so grateful for your word, in You I've come alive,
My heart you've filled with gladness, and joy has filled my eyes.
I'm glad I hoped for more, and now I know You're true,
When growing up, I never knew
That You would seek me too.

~ Leonie Russell ~
Derry, N. Ireland


BELIEVE AND RECEIVE

Oh Lord, I'll rejoice and be glad for this day!
To you, oh Lord, I pray. With thanksgiving, I present my needs to you.
I know you’ll find a way.

Without you Lord, I have no good thing,
I can do nothing apart from you.
I find faith in your word; in your time I'll be heard,
Jesus, you’ll know what to do.

I lean on you Lord to answer my prayer,
As I cast my cares above.
You'll always do what's best for me, so covered in your love.

I pray to you for guidance, on worry, fear or strife,
I’ll fix my eyes on the Lamb of God, the way, the truth, the life.

“There's no need to add to the worries, that each and every day brings”,
I look to you God to answer my prayers,
As You know, I need all these things.

“Ask and you will receive”,
Your promise, I do believe.
For those who ask, receive,
Those who seek, do find,
To those who knock, the door is opened,
Jesus, eternally kind.

Let me love you with all of my heart,
And seek your kingdom first,
For you alone are the Holy One, in whose love, I am immersed.

~ Leonie Russell ~
Derry, N. Ireland


TO THANK JESUS FOR THE CROSS

Lord it was Good Friday,
The day on which you paid.
Man's debts you cancelled, man's sins you cleansed.
By man you were betrayed.

To reconcile us to yourself,
The power of the cross,
A holy living sacrifice,
To save mankind who's lost.

You shed your blood for all,
To bring us into light,
That we may look and turn to You, for everlasting life.

The Lamb who takes away our sins,
Whose truth will set us free,
For God so loved, he gave his Son,
Such love for you and me.
The atonement on Good Friday, the ransom that you gave, who you raised to life, so we might live,
Defeated death and grave.

Your words will never pass away,
Your love for us remains,
You'll raise us on that holy day,
Washed free of sin and stains.

Thank you God Almighty,
I know I’m bought at a cost.
I know that I'm a sinner,
And I know that I was lost.

You've given me understanding,
You've helped me see in part,
You’ve made me new, to follow you,
To keep you in my heart.

~ Leonie Russell ~
Derry, N. Ireland


DROWN IN THE FLOW OF EMBRACE

A river flow destiny in which you dive.
Dead to the world but through Christ alive.

So Spirit filled you stand.
A quenched thirst in a dry land.

A mind awake to truths yet unknown.
In tune with the Father He calls you His own.

The Great I AM promises spoken.
Engraved in the Word from which none are broken.

So your never alone awake or asleep.
A peace full serenity secure in His keep.

And on the day He calls you home.
An eternity of worship wrapped in His shalom.

© Guy V Maloney, WA


FELLOWSHIP

Fellowship is wonderful,
When praise to God it brings,
with earthly cares forsaken'
what sweet serenity it rings.

Fellow is wonderful,
with Satan left behind,
Serving thee with all I can,
Oh what a truth to find.

Fellowship is wonderful,
When spent with my Lord,
In his holy presence,
I am healed and restored.

Fellowship is wonderful,
Oh that I have to say,
To draw closer to him,
Christ, our life and way.

~ Mindy Roberts ~
Arizona


THANK YOU LORD

Thank you Lord Jesus for all that you do
For blessings our hearts with the knowledge and truth
You give us the blessings that we ever need
And each special day with bread us you feed
You fill us with water when we are in thirst
And we know in our hearts you’ll always be first
You gave us salvation and died on that cross
And we’ll never know the price that it cost
You did it to give us salvation, hope, faith
And now in heaven your followers you await
For you are almighty and powerful to
And no one accomplishes miracles like you
We thank you again Lord for all that you do
For we know your kingdom will be coming soon.

~ Marina Doma ~
Washington


THE FACE OF JESUS

I saw the face of Jesus
Shining through a misty cloud
His brow and cheeks and eyes were painted
On a weathered shroud

Who rendered such a work of art?
It was by Jesus’ grace
He painted his own portrait
With the blood upon his face

His radiance shown through
The woven fabric as he lay
Entombed within a chamber
Where his body would not stay

And so He left His silhouette
Upon a fragile cloth
this mark of His redemption
So indelibly embossed

His likeness settled in my eyes
And there it still remains
This image of His countenance
In everlasting stains

A shroud of death absorbed His life
That we may someday find
This wondrous tapestry of Love
That He had left behind

I saw the face of Jesus
That was left upon the ground
In crimson ink he sketched His face
And turned my life around

~ Elizabeth Santos ~
Pennsylvania


GRACE

O Lord, our God! To thee we pray
Bless us as we walk in your way
Keep us in your heart and sight
Forever thy light!

When we're in a raging storm
Give us strength Blessed Lord
Wash away the evil spirits in us
With great rush!

Hear our voices when we cry to thee
O Lord our God, hear our plea!
Help us heed what is right or wrong
All lifelong!

Lord! Teach us to do what is right
Help us remember you are the light
Make us humble within your sight
With thy might!

Shower us with your Heavenly grace
Our voices will praise and glorify you always
Lord our God, thanks to thee
For Calvary!

~ Rosalene Wurtz ~


IN THE FINAL HOUR

In the quiet of my sleep
I awaken from a dream
That’s amazing and so real
Your face in a cloud
Your name I cry out loud…
JESUS!

It’s the faith I must keep
Someday You’ll come for me
And take me to my home
To the promise and the place
You created in the Heavenly space…

It's the final hour
I feel Your Holy Power
I see all things anew
And what is really true.
All faces, they will stare
In awe, You’re really there!

Prince of Peace,
My Savior, my ticket my gate
My one and only fate…
To You, Your Word,
We should believe,
In the final hour…
JESUS!

~ Teresa J. Herbic ~


ONE FRIEND, THAT I KNOW

Friends may come, and friends may go,
But there is one friend that I know,
No matter how hot the battle turns,
Nor how raging the fire burns,
My friend will always here abide,
Where ever I be, He's by my side!
His name is Jesus, and He's my King,
He stands with me through every thing!
Though many may come, and many may go,
There is still one friend, that I know!

He's not fair weathered like many are,
Whenever I call, He's never far,
Whether standing tall, or feeling small,
It is on HIS name that I may call,
See He's a friend who's always near,
A friend to me that is so dear.
May I please introduce to you,
This friend of mine He'll be yours too!
Though many may come, and many may go,
You'll still have one friend, for Jesus you'll know!

~ Pastor Craig Moss ~
01/24/2011


THE LORD WILL CARRY ME HOME
(can be sung to "Londonderry Air/O Danny Boy")

1. Upon the shore, I walked with Him at even
And I looked back upon the path we'd trod
And in the sand I traced our way at even
And I was glad I'd walked through life with God:
For side by side we'd journeyed through together
All through the world's wide wilderness of care
And side by side we'd journeyed through to even:
Safe at his side the Lord my God had brought me here.

2. But in my joy I caught a strain of sadness
To give me pause when thinking of my way
For on the shore I saw he'd left me lonely
When I had most the need of him to stay:
When I was tried he'd left me worn and wandering,
He'd left me lone when I was fighting fears,
He'd let me tread the steepest slopes in solitude
Before he came back to my side to dry my tears.

3. But then the Lord drew near to me in comfort
And in his tenderness he made it plain
That in the times when dread and darkness threatened
He was my shield and shelter from the pain:
For on his shoulders he was gently bearing
And on his shoulders I from harm was free:
The single trace of footprints of the Master,
The single trace of footprints shows he carried me.

4. So on the shore I walk with Him at even;
I face the latter days of life secure,
For if my pilgrimage reserves me sorrow
The footprints show that He is strong and sure:
If I am near the gates of heaven weary,
No longer strong enough to stride alone
The footprints show that he is there to carry me:
The footprints show the Lord my God will bear me home.

Dr Robert A Atkins


FAITHFUL IS THE LORD

Faithful is the Lord...
To keep His Holy Word,
Drawing all men to Jesus.
So, that He can free us.

Free us from the power of sin and death...
A place that we can find God's rest.
Rest for our souls in a weary land.
All in one accord as we make our stand.

A stand on God's Word...
In hand with God's Sword.
When we are faithful to Jesus the Messiah,
Then we know He has tried us.

To cleanse us from the blemishes of this life.
By the living Word, which is the Christ.
To remain faithful to Him in this world.
Yes, we are truly grateful, "For Faithful is the Lord".
 
~ Cinda Marlene Carter ~
Missouri


A PRAYER FOR THE AGING

O FATHER, Father, I come humbly to Thee;
Thou art my own Saviour though aged I be.
I need daily guidance on my weary path,
the unfaltering strength that only Thou hath.

When I was a mere child, I stayed near Thy Throne,
Then in adulthood I walked more on my own,
But once more since older, the harder I've tried.
There's daunting proof I must stay close to Thy Side.

O FATHER, Father, ever nearer to Thee;
Thou art my own Saviour though aged I be.
Let me lean in your arms through labor and rest,
only with Thee, through Thee can I be my best.

Sandi Keaton-Wilson

Sandi Keaton-Wilson is an arts-activist who lives in Kentucky. Her prose, poetry and plays have had national and regional publication/recognition.


THANKFULNESS

You ask me what I'm thankful for? Let me tell you if I can.
First of all I'm thankful to be living in such a beautiful land.

I know there are many other countries I might be.
Thank you LORD for letting me live in the land of the brave and the free.

I'm thankful for all the freedoms we have in America today.
I salute all the brave men and women who have given their all to keep it that way.

I'm thankful for a loving God who has wiped away my sins.
Because of his great love I shall live again.

I'm thankful for this heart that beats within my chest.
Thank you LORD that it aches when I see someone in distress.

I'm thankful for my family and my friends.
Thank you for a Wife's love that never ends.

I'm thankful for the bread the LORD provides each day.
Thank you for our church where we can go to pray.

Thank you God for giving me another day to be thankful.

~ Raymond Carey ~
Texas


Here are two great poems on Summer and Autumn Devotions
written by
Judith Kittredge. Also, enjoy a visit to Judith's
 website of poetry at
judithkittredge.com

SUMMER DEVOTION


Heavy and full of life to the point of overflowing,
a season of ripening and boundless endless growing.
Energy resounding in every layer of life,
the rush of heated molecules expanding the air itself.
The gestation of babies burgeoning within the womb wanting to birth out.
Seedlings in search for sunlight stretch frantically about,
finding firm foothold beneath the soil, for winter wind and summer drought.

Afternoon thunderstorms announce a time of life exploding,
quenching relentless waves of heat billowing and imploding,
spreading across the land like spillage of a volcano.
Summer nights are as warm and sweet as cupid's caress.
Jasmine scents the aquatic air that rises from thunder's steamy bath.
All things wild and wonderful dance upon the path.
While the moon is bursting big, nightingales upon a twig, sing and laugh.

Summer is but God's creativity on overdrive.
A time to romp and play, sun and swim for all things alive.
A time to reproduce, maturate and multiply.
We marvel at the science of unravelling God's secrets
during days of drowsy dozing beneath trees on cool deep grass,
with a plethora of the sounds of creatures and bugs that sass.
Our Creator lingers in every kinetic pulse and atomic mass.

~ Judith Kittredge ~
judithkittredge.com
 

AUTUMN DEVOTION

Swirling leaves upon the breeze…
The air can’t decide to be hot or cold.
It blows balmy and crisp, like
Summer and winter caught in the fold.

Colors casting but never lasting,
Heaping hues upon the landscapes.
Trees bursting in bronze, brass, and copper,
Leaving pewter branches as foliage escapes.

Flocks of birds in groups and herds
Lining phone wires in their pause for rest,
Then filling the sky, lifting high,
Dark, darting, dots on a southern quest.

Upon my knees, this moment I seize,
To thank the Lord for all He’s given,
For my loved ones dear, both far and near,
And the wondrous world we live in.


~ Judith Kittredge ~
judithkittredge.com


SILVER HARVEST

As I look around the church,
Countless elderly come to worship.
The sun dances on their hair so white,
Like halos of angelic light.

No matter what color tresses
The Lord has given us at birth,
We all slowly pale to a shinning shade of gray,
Like fruits ripening in the afternoon of day.

Though our bodies wither and wane,
Our spirits mature much like our locks,
Changing with every struggle and earthly care,
Until they glow like the aura of angels fair.

A subtle reflection of what’s to be,
Our souls start to sparkle about our heads,
As our worldly roots and corporal stalk shrink away,
God delights in His silver harvest while we pray.

~ Judith Kittredge ~
judithkittredge.com


CONCERT IN THE SKY

There was a man who lived alone…He went by Mr. Tittle
And all his neighbors thought him strange…the way he played his fiddle.
So often he would set up chairs…to welcome friends that day.
Most often, though, nobody came…to hear the old man play.
His songs were woven out of faith; those hymns he loved so dear…
Alone, he’d play into the night…though no one came to hear.
And then one day the music stopped…but few would seem to care.
His fiddle and his run down shack…were all he left out there.
Far away he plays again…but now to curtain call.
And signs outside would say it all…”Sold out” inside the hall.
This man who gave the Lord his best…who’s time it was to die.
Was now the featured artist…At the concert in the sky.

“Well done thou good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your master.”

~ Dave Cowles 2010 ~


PRAYER OF A THANKFUL HEART

Thank you Lord for this day,
May I glorify you in everyway.

Thank you for the food we eat,
For the clothes on our backs, the shoes on our feet.

Thank you for all the memories of good times,
That bring a smile to my face when they cross my mind.

Thank you for my friends and family,
Even on the days when it tests my sanity.

Thank you for your mercy and grace,
For the joy in my heart that can’t be replaced.

Thank you for your promises and protection,
With you in my life I can triumph over any affliction.

Amen

~ Tanya Brow ~


NO OTHER NAME

Acts 4:12

Our God is always faithful,
even though we often fail.

He knows about our weakness,
and that our bodies are frail.

But by His grace and mercy,
In His hand we shall remain.

For strength can only come,
In the power of Jesus name.

~ Kurt Hardy ~


TO MY BELOVED JESUS

He is my all especially when I fall
He is my comfort when the winds are cold
The chill of the emptiness and my hunger may call
But I feel at ease knowing he is my all
And though I cry sometimes no matter what time of day
When I get discouraged he guides my way
You are my morning sun even in the rain
My stroking of my hair when in pain
And as the depths of me cry out to you
I pray you stay and keep doing the things you do
I know I am not perfect and this one can see
Even the blind know the flaws that are of me
I feel your assurance one day I will be free
Your eyes of garnets your hair of brown fire and skin of amber honey silk
Your kind hands and caresses as smooth as fresh milk
And your voice and song of leagues of angels sing to me
Even your words carry sweet melody
I hunger for you as a great lion with no food to eat
I thirst for you in a furnace like desert without defeat
Yes I say the glory is when I fall
To remind me each day you are my all

~ Lisa Jones ~


Here are four poems of Rhiannon Weber's poetry, verse and songs that has been doing for many years. She has also sorted much of the material out on a blog at www.rhiannonshymns.co.uk. We encourage you to visit her site as she has written a lot of verse encapsulating what she understands and learned from scripture.

Mrs. Rhiannon Weber, Herefordshire, England

COMFORTED AND COMFORTING

Humdrum days can hum with praise,
lonely time becomes sublime
when, by God’s salvation blest,
Jesus comes to be my Guest.

Come to me, my honoured Lord,
Come my Saviour, keep your Word.
Come to strengthen in the Way,
be my Comforter today.

Body frail, but Christ won’t fail,
may I cheer those who come near,
praying for the needs around,
for the grace in Jesus found.

can be sung to Tune: 77 77+ Christ receiveth by James McGranahan

~ Rhiannon Weber ~


JESUS SAYS, "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO FOR YOU?" (Mark 10:31,51)

What do you want me to do for you?
What a wonderful question! – what would you do?
What would you ask for? What would you say?
What are the things for which you pray?

The man who was blind knew his desperate need
– he knew he’d no merit, had faith to plead
to One who he realised could give him his sight:
he didn’t give up, – asked for mercy and light.

But Zebedee’s sons asked with eagerness wrong
– they realised Christ’s greatness, his kingdom would come,
but now they must serve, their Father’d prepare
their place in his kingdom – they knew they’d be there!

~ Rhiannon Weber ~


WHEN HE CAME TO HIS SENSES … Luke 15:11-32

Rejecting the love, he wanted to be
as free as his dreams: demanded, ‘Give me … ’;
then far, far away, he squandered, and lost –
all wasted, and tasted hunger and thirst;
was cheated, defeated, grubby, unclean,
illusions were broken, deceived by a dream.
He came to his senses, remembered his home,
and got up, returned (for the thing must be done),
confessing his shame, he asked for some grace.
How pleased was the Father: warm welcome, embrace;
the deadly experience of misery and gloom,
eclipsed then by joy inexpressible known.

But someone was jealous: he thought he had earned
far more than the one who’d deserted, love scorned.

~ Rhiannon Weber ~


Romans 1:16,17

I’m not ashamed of the gospel,
the gospel of Christ, the Lord:
the power of God for salvation –
his mercy and love outpoured.
How marvellous! how wonderful!
gospel way has been made known!
How marvellous! how wonderful!
Righteousness by faith alone!

I’m not ashamed of the gospel
which comes from the Perfect One,
though people misrepresent him,
and all he has said and done.

I’m not ashamed of the gospel
that offers a gift so good:
new life, peace, pardon and power
for living the way we should.

I’m not ashamed of the gospel
– for people in every place,
for men and women and children –
the gospel of love and grace.

Are you ashamed of the gospel,
or think that it is ‘absurd’?
True faith receives Christ, takes refuge.
Be wise and believe his Word!

Can be sung to Tune: 87 87 87 87 irr eg My Saviour’s Love by Charles Gabriel

~ Rhiannon Weber ~


Here are three poems written and submitted by Anna Tucker

ALL CREATION WORSHIP HIM!

Creation is sounding
His praises again,
Creation is lifting
The banner to Him.

To Him who hath
Set the bow in the sky,
To Him who hath
Formed those mountains so high.

To Him whereby
Wrestless waters are stilled,
And who seeketh that all mankind
Would be filled,

Filled with the knowledge
And love of God,
And return of their fruits
Back to Him!

The fields are clapping their hands and raising them in praise to thee!
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hand
s. Isaiah 55:12b

~ Anna Tucker ~


LET'S DO THIS!

Let's rally together
In good times,
And in stormy weather,
Let's rally together!

Let's continue to rejoice
When things are at their peak,
Or though the way be bleak,
Let's continue to rejoice!

Let's sing His song
When all doth roll along,
E'en when we feel we've lost our song,
Let's sing His song!

Let's pray and pray more
When there be an open door,
And when we feel we cannot anymore,
Let's pray and pray more!

Let's honour our king
In everything!
For "He" is the "one"
From whom all things come!

In everything give thanks for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.  I Thess 5:18
Rejoice evermore.  I Thessalonians 5:16

~ Anna Tucker ~


THERE'S A BRIGHTER DAY

Storms do prevail
And doubts assail,
Yet we are not in despair
For thou doth care,

And our share
Of sorrows here below
Cannot compare
To the joys to come;

When we will be done
With trial and temptation,
And look forward
In anticipation

To that day
When we shall say
With joyful heart
"My Lord and my God!"

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing
with the glory that will be revealed in us
.  Romans 8:18 NIV
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning
or crying or pain, for the former things are passed away
.  Revelation 21:4 NIV

~ Anna Tucker ~


JESUS LOVES YOU

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

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

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

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

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

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."

~ Cindy Wyatt ~


THERE, MAYFLOWERS THRIVE

O what wonder doth catch mine eye;
As these moments do pass by.
Flowers from winter's sleep arise,
Birds do sing and dart through the skies.
Snow on the ground,
Water and muck all around.
Yet here in this bog,
As I step on a log;
I see with mine eye,
Something close by!
Lo! There on the ground,
Mayflowers thrive!
Lo! All is coming alive!
All this hath come
From the Holy One,
The God over all!
O look and see,
O taste and see..
That He is good!

Written Friday, April 3 after returning from the woods and picking the first Mayflowers this spring.

But be ye glad and rejoice evermore in that which I create.
Isaiah 65:18
Praise ye the Lord from the heavens.
Psalm 148:1

Anna Tucker


ONLY HE HATH DONE THIS!

O look, the flowers in the sod,
Planted by the hand of God,
All in such glorious attire
O Lord, this doth inspire, my soul,
For thou art in control,
And thou hast created all things
For thyself,
That such should glorify thee;
E'en the creatures that be,
In the sea,
Yea, e'en the birds of the tree!
That then, all humanity
Shall raise their voice
In adoration,
And shall glorify thy matchless name!

Written August 24, 2008 right after a nature walk with God.

 "And one cried unto another saying "Holy, Holy, Holy, the whole earth is filled with His glory.
Isaiah 6:3

Anna Tucker


FOR HIM

The Lord has a place that I'm still trying to acquire.
Just that much more to take me a bit higher.
I'm not asking for wealth or for any fame...
I'm simply asking for the strength to call on His name.
I'm not good at many things but I know this much is true...
No matter what I'm not good at, all I need to be good at is You.
To keep up that race that I know I will win...
To strive for perfection only You carry within.
I may not be the wisest or the most beautifully displayed...
But my Lord still loves me and for His glory I was made!

"I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving" Psalm 69:30

~ Rosalinda Rossel ~


The following poem was written and submitted by 12 year old

I BELIEVE IN GOD

I believe and have faith in God with all my heart
And nothing can break that relation ship apart.

I believe that Gods up in Heaven above
And if you believe in Him,
You can have His unfailing love.

If you believe in God He will be your biggest friend,
And if you sin, ask for Gods forgiveness,
But He will always be your friend to the very end.

Jesus and God will finally open your heart
And you can finally have a fresh new start.

If you don’t pray and thank God and Jesus all the time
That’s a really big crime

God has made the Heavens and the earth
Just to say Thank you has a lot of meaning and worth

Jesus died on the cross for our sins,
So we can go to Heaven and have eternal life with Him.

If you believe in God,
You should be filled with Joy and Glory,
Because now you are Holy!
 


God is good. God is great,
I love the lord with all my strength,
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take

Bless this house as we come and go,
Bless our home as the children grow,
Bless our families as they gather in,
Bless this house with love and friends.

God is my father, Lord of lords and King of kings,
The word says Thou shall not judge, and that's exactly what he means,
If you're one that does not believe, then you should look at John 3:16
He'll be the one to show you through, down the path true and true,
If he is in your heart then good for you, just keep it up and you'll
make it too, to the heavens above through and through.

If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
God is good. God is great. I love the Lord with all my strength.

Donald Paden
Oklahoma, U.S.


I'm Chrissy from India. I have recently written this poem as I was reading the Book of Revelation:

He is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords,
Crowned with glory and Majesty.
He Who is and Who was,
And Who is to come, the Almighty.

Clothed with a garment of scarlet down to the feet,
He stands in the midst of the seven lamp stands,
One like the Son of Man,
Girded about the chest with a golden band,

His eyes shine like the flames of fire,
His head and hair as white as snow,
His voice as the sound of the roaring oceans,
His feet like fine brass, we never know.

He holds in His right hand the seven stars,
Great and Mighty is His appearance.
Out of His mouth comes a sharp two edged sword,
Like the sun shining in its strength, is His countenance.

Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne,
To the Lamb and to Him Who is Holy...
Blessing, thanksgiving and honor, all power and might,
To Him be all the "Praise and all Glory".

~ Chrissy ~
India


DEAR JESUS

Dear Jesus:
I just thought I'd write this simple note,
To say thanks for all you do.
From the bottom of my heart and soul,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

For every perfect sunset,
And for each sunrise anew,
For every day that lies between,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

For when my soul is troubled,
And my poor heart breaks in two.
Then the Holy Spirit comforts me,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

For the times my life was stormy,
And the bitter cold winds blew,
You sheltered me in your arms of love,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

For the times when I was weary,
You helped me make it through,
For helping me to my feet again,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

For the times that you forgave me,
For sins committed against you,
And welcomed me back into the fold,
Dear Jesus Christ, thank you

For the blood you shed upon the cross,
To bring Salvation, pure and true,
For saving my soul with Mercy and Grace,
My Dear Jesus Christ, thank you.

Calvin Hart


 A GIFT WRAPPED PRESENCE

How many of us fail the climb
How many of us fall
As we seek the truth inside our selves
We shrink and grow so small
I asked you Jesus son of God
To guide me all the way
With faith we need to make us strong
& words we need to say
Oh No.. my Father God please help, I stumbled….. YET again
And still you're there to wipe our tears & pick us up ….Again…….
I pray for you to take my soul my spirit & my life
I ask you for the blood you gave to purify from strife
You gave me love & fed me scriptures needed to indulge
So take my baby hand my Lord & heal me of my scars
Your love is over whelming the truth is in its light
A guiding star that never fades you're always in my sight
I felt you Jesus Son Of God please take me in your arms
And wash my sins & baptized me For I will do no wrongs
My learning curves & obstacles are fewer every day
As miracles and Holy love Lord shine & lead the way
It's a flower glazed by sunlight or a smile from an unknown being
It's the way you gently wrapped your presence as a gift to me unseen
It's the way you always love me….even when I sometimes fall
And knowing in the darkest night, You answer to my call

By Noela-Anne Driver
Dedicated to my precious father who always believed in me and led me to our father God thank you


GOD! WHO ARE YOU?

God!
Who are you
that I do
what you say.
God!
Who are you
to tell me
act this way.
God!
Who are you
that I should
want to obey.
God!
Who are you
that I kneel
down and pray.
God!
Who are you
that a man
would betray.
God!
Who are you
that all men
should so slay.
God!
Who are you
in the tomb
did not stay.
God!
You are who
I hope to be
with someday!

David LaRue Alexander
Pontiac, IL


YOU, SET ME FREE

Strong as an army
Tall as a tree
You lift me
Up, so that I may
See, you
My savior
Set me free

You hold my hand along the way
To me, you give the words to say
When I am weary, down, and gone
Assurance you bring
This won't
Last for long

A spark, a ray of hope
Your shining glory, tosses me a rope
You pull me in and spin me 'round, it's
Love
You helped me found

But,
All along
I knew you were
There
Your presence
My life
You truly care

You help me be the
Best man
That I may be
To me, you give the vision to
See

I love you Lord,
with all my
Heart
I knew it from the very
Start

The brevity of time casts no shadow
Eternity, you say, time no longer a foe
When all that remains
Is my soul, to you I follow,
Wherever I go

You take my hand, and take me
Home, For in you
God
I am
Never, alone

Katharine Hunley
Pennsylvania, USA


Here are three poems written and described by Janet Martin.

This one I wrote after we were challenged one Sunday morning in a sermon on really living what we say we are...CHRISTIANS!!!

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE?

What is the difference, the difference, I pray?
Between myself and others I meet everyday,
I profess that God saved my soul from hell.
Praise Him! Hallelujah! but then pray tell,
What is the difference He's made in my walk?
Do I live in action or just talk the talk?
Do I enter my labour, mindful of One
Who gave for me His only, dear Son?
Do I study His promises, feed on His word?
And pause oft in my journey to worship my Lord?
Do I desire to spend precious hours with Him
Or pause only briefly as daylight grows dim
To utter a few praises and give Him my cares
And thank Him for His mercy and for hearing my prayers?
Am I troubled and burdened at the darkness of sin?
Do I hate temptations or secretly indulge them?
Oh, what is the difference if He lives in my heart?
Do I desire to draw with Him apart?
Or does this world still hold more appeal
Than Jesus, the only Power that is real?
Can others see His power in me,
Or His joy because I've been set free?
Oh, what is the difference? Can others see
The One, whom I say lives in me?

~ Janet Martin ~


This one I wrote on a Sunday as I marveled at His great love for me.

I'LL PRAISE YOU

A fickle shell, made out of dust,
Prone to envy, greed and lust.
Doomed to die, my sentence just,
For this, my Lord, You came.
Dark and evil deep inside,
Victim of my foolish pride,
Yet for this, my Lord, You died,
For this I praise Your name.

O, wretched man I surely am,
Sinful, selfish, filthy worm,
No hope here for me to claim,
For this You left Your glory.
To lift me from this mound of dirt,
To take away my guilt and hurt,
To fill this worthless shell with worth,
For this I'll shout Your story.

O, wond'rous Saviour, wond'rous love,
You left Your perfect home above
To give Your life, Your love to prove,
For this, my Lord, I praise You.
You have quenched my endless thirst,
Given hope to man most cursed,
Above all else, You loved me first,
For this, my Lord, I praise You.

O, wretched man that I am, Who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord....Rom.7:24-25

 ~ Janet Martin ~


We have a family and the children are growing up way too fast! A few weeks ago I woke up in the night and for some reason it really hit me that soon, too soon they will be gone and my heart just pounded and ached for them and then words started to come to me, so I grabbed a pen....

WALK WITH GOD

Someday, my child, you'll be leaving
To go into the big world alone,
And silently already I'm grieving
The hour when from here you have flown.
For life can be a cold wind blasting
As in its vast plain you trod,
But there's one sure thing everlasting,
My child, if you walk with God.

In all of your joy and your sorrows,
In failure or in your success,
In the mystery of a thousand tomorrows
Which I pray, hold for you happiness,
In all of your coming and going
Wherever in life you may trod,
There's a quiet peace ever-glowing
My child, if you walk with God.

Remember Him in all of your choices
When you rise to face a new day,
Remember Him when dark, evil voices
Threaten to lure you away,
Remember this great, great salvation,
And trust Him as onward you trod,
For we serve the Lord of creation
So, my dear child, walk with God.

Remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth...Ecc.12:1

~ Janet Martin ~


SALVATION PLANNED

Before this world, our God did made,
A plan for man, the foundation laid,
To redeem mankind, from wicked ways,
Yes, ‘tis true, we’ve all astrayed,
From paths of right, to pits of wrong,
By ones, by twos, and by great throngs.

But how and why, would God so choose,
To save all those, whom Him abused,
By becoming a man, and reverse the fall,
Because of His love, to great and small,
As a child indeed, he was to be born,
To be tempted, mocked, and even scorned.

With signs and wonders, He did confess,
That God himself, had come in the flesh,
But evil men, with hearts so cold,
And even some, from his own fold,
Desired Him dead, without a cause,
To which they did, with great applause,

But the physical pain, which he endured,
Is not what our, salvation secured,
It was the fact, that he became sin,
That we became, His next of kin,
So praise the Lord, our God and King,
Shout thanks to God, Hosanna sing!

Frank Dyck


Here are six poems of praise written by Tracy Scroggins from Arkansas

FORGIVING

How can we forgive a person we hate?
When they lie and cheat for their own sake.
Never stopping for a moment or two.
To see the sorrow they brought to you.
Just remember our Savior who came.
And He died on the cross oh what a shame.
and the ones that nailed Him to that cross.
the ones that we know that are to blame.
And Jesus Christ He knew everyone.
But Yet Jesus said, "Forgive them Father for they know not what they have done."
But our great and loving Father He knew.
For Jesus was sent to die for me and for you.
And when those nails were driven in.
Only Our Master would know in the end.
For God sent His only begotten son.
To die on that cross for all the LOST ONES.
So now do you think it's so hard to FORGIVE?
Could you sacrifice your ONLY child so others could live?
so with every breath you take, just remember
it is easier to LOVE than it is to HATE!

Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


CHRISTMAS TIME

When this time of year draws near.
People's smiling faces turns to drear.
For the hustle and bustle of shopping is all around.
Not a speck a Jesus Christ in all of this can be found.
No stopping, no waiting, just pushing and buying.
Trying to find the perfect gift.
But the LORD'S gift they're denying.
They push it away, NO THAT'S NOT FOR ME.
They put it way back under their Christmas tree.
But our LORD is almighty, and he's able to see.
He extends His arms out and He'll give you a lift.
And in your heart you can receive His GIFT.
for our Savior was born so long ago.
In that glorious Manger, so drafty, and cold.
I give all my thanks to our Master above.
for sending HIS SON, His symbol of LOVE.
And His wonderful gift that He gave to the world.
I will treasure forever, as a precious pearl.

Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


WHAT WOULD BE WRITTEN

What would be written?
What would be said?
about the life we lived after we're dead?
Would we be happy?
Would we be sad?
Or would we be disappointed or maybe even mad?
Would our lives be as worthy as the ones in the "BOOK"?
or would they not be mentioned, and no one
would care to look?
Do our lives uphold God and all the things that He said?
Or do they uphold Satan, and were already dead?
We are all living epistles for everyone to see.
And we might be the only BIBLE a lost soul would ever read.
For the lives that we live, it plays a big part.
They separate us from sin and keep God in our hearts.
So when the end has come
and these lives that we led.
What will be written?
What will be said?
about the lives we lived after we are
DEAD!

Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


GOD'S GIFT

Each new day brings forth a new life.
We welcome this blessing with great delight.
For we know not of the journey this soul has made.
To be delivered to the ones that had hoped, and had prayed.
And also the spirit that makes this life complete.
Joined together in a vessel, and to make a heartbeat.
This miracle, this bundle of love.
That was sent from the Master from way up above.
That found it's way into our life.
Without one care, not even one strife.
This little being so precious and mild.
With a face like an angle, it could only be one of God's Child.
for this life of this child is not already made.
It's up to the parents to teach them the way.
The ways of the Bible so perfect and true
God's letters from Him to me and you.
So raise this child in the way that God
had intended.
And be a faithful servant until the end.
And love this little wonder and without forgetting.
This Child belongs to GOD, We're just
BABYSITTING!

Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


I AM
I AM the creator of all things great and small.
I AM the rain and the snow that falls.
I AM the wind, which blows in many ways.
I AM the ones that changes the night into day.
I AM the faith Christians believe.
I AM the foundation of the church,
I withstand its weight it bears on me.
I AM the mountain that you try hard to climb.
I AM the light, that within your soul I shine.
I AM the rock, for which you stand.
I AM your guidance, the unseen HAND.
I AM salvation of many, but takers are few.
I AM the judge who is straight and true.
I AM the truth, the light, and narrow is my way.
I AM the forgiver so please believe what I say.
I AM the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending.
I am the storm of judgment that I am sending.
I AM your friend will you be mine?
For the day is drawing near, there is so little time.
I AM HIM that has Sent me
I AM who I AM, so therefore you are FREE!

Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


CHRISTIAN
Blessed is he that walks in the light.
Always caring, sharing, and giving with delight.
Putting first other ones needs before his own,
Providing for his family with food and a home.
So far they have traveled only by FAITH.
Teaching one another to love, and not to hate.
Spreading over the world His word and His name.
Telling strangers you LOVE JESUS without any shame.
Forgiving one another without pointing a finger of blame.
Being a sinner I done this before,but the Bible has taught me a great deal more.
The things I was doing was oh so wrong.
But now hearing the word, I am so strong.
Now I can face each new day.
For I know now that I have Jesus to whom I pray.
For the lost ones will see you,
and oh how they will listen.
For whom they will know and call a Christian.
Tracy Scroggins

Have a Jesus filled day!
Tracy Scroggins, Arkansas


SOARING ON WINGS LIKE EAGLES

I'm soaring on wings like eagles, mystified by the height.
Come one come all and join the flight.
You are my savior I must profess,
As you guide me in paths of righteousness

I am your sheep you are my soul!
Watch Out! Life is about to take its toll.
Satan rears his ugly ways,
Anguish & darkness filled my days.

Oh the pain so much pain,
When major challenges begin to reign.
I am so hurt, yes so dismayed.
Why Lord? Why? Wasn't I saved?

I'm falling quickly to the depths of despair,
I need you Lord are you really there?
Before I could complete that thought,
You saved me from being distraught.

Self destruction I don't know why?
But you carried me when I couldn't fly.
You fulfilled your promise of peace.
Driven by faith, I can not cease.

You will never let me fall,
Jesus you surpass it all!
You are here, you are Lord!
You are what I am living for!

When Satan comes no need to despair
I'm Christ your savior, you know Ill be there.
Haven't I always carried you through?
You know in your soul that I need you too.

I can fix your shattered heart.
In a moment your enemy will part!
I am your comforter, counselor
& friend, my love for you will never end.

Get ready to resume your flight.
Look here, glide thru the light,
Spread your wings there's so much more.
Keep seeking the path of heavens door.

Inspired by Christ
Written by
Sharon O'Brien, Pennsylvania

ISAIAH 40:31
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.


WHO IS JESUS?

Jesus is everything, full of love and life.

Who is Jesus?
Jesus is a Healer,
Though no medicine He owns.

Jesus is a Healer
Both of the body and the mind
The greatest joy of all
In His love I find.

His gracious hands have healed
Both the blind and the lame.
For He is full of miracles,
And loves us all the same.

Some are blind in other ways,
For they are not able to see
That Jesus is the truth and way
And He will always be.

He'll take our souls and cleanse them;
Wash them of our past
If only we'll allow Him to
Forgive our sins at last.

Who is Jesus?
Jesus is our Savior,
Died for all our sins.

Jesus is our Savior,
He came to die for you and me.
On the cross He suffered
So that forgiveness we can se.

Though no crime was committed,
His crucifiers were unmerciful.
Yet He endured the pain for us;
To feel His presence, I am joyful.

The most awesome gift this is,
What Jesus gave for you and I.
And if we love Him back,
We'll feel His care as the day goes by.

Who is Jesus?
Jesus is a friend,
To one and to all.

Jesus is a friend,
To all young and old.
His friendship should be treasured
More than mountains full of gold.

Jesus is loyal and kind,
A faithful friend; He is always,
Through your day and in your life,
His presence forever stays.

He hears your every prayer,
Every secret, you can share
He listens when you cry out,
A friendship such as His is rare.

Who is Jesus?
Jesus is a teacher,
Of the way and the truth.

Jesus is a teacher,
He'll show what is the way,
If you are open to Him
You'll learn more every day.

He is a teacher to us,
A teacher of what’s right and wrong,
As you proceed through every day
He'll guide you as you go along.

Who is Jesus?
He is a Savior, a teacher, and a friend,
A master, helper, and redeemer, who is,
Faithful and loyal to the end,
He is a provider and comforter.
Revitalizing, true and pure,

Loving, compassion able, and the Son of God,
For every ailment, he has a cure.
A leader, glorious, full of hope and goodness...
The list goes on... What more can I say?

For Jesus Christ, so wondrous,
Is truly indescribable!

Jesus, who is He?
He is everything, Full of love and life.

Jessica Baer, 14 yrs old
Tremont, IL


THE ONE

The One who placed the stars in space
Makes snowflakes like soft spun lace.
The One who puts the sun to bed
Counts the hairs upon our heads.

The One who carved the awesome Alps
Sat the small child on His lap.
The One who fragrances the flowers
Keeps the world by His power.

The One who is called Judah's lion
Took on Himself a servant's mind.
The One whose strength knows no defeat
Stooped to wash His servant's feet.

The One who is the first and last
Pled that the cruel cup might pass.
The One who is the great I Am
Became the sacrificial lamb.

The One whose days are without end
Bled and died for sinful men.
The One who formed men from His breath
Rose from the grave...conquered death.

The One who keeps us in His care
Knows our thoughts and hears our prayers.
The One to whom our hearts must sing
Jesus our Lord, our God, our King!

Deanna Malawy
Okawville, Illinois

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55: 8, 9


HUSBAND TO WIFE PRAYER

Come here Woman and bendeth thy knees
and Pray to the God that Loves You and Me.

Let us thank Him for His precious Son
who paid for our sins, yes every one!

Let us sing with joy as we praise His name
and teach our children to do the same!

Let us thank Him for our family he keeps,
and watches over us as we sleep.

The one true God we Love is True,
and I thank Him for sending Me to You!

Steve Cooke


Here are two poems written by Jeanette Rogers and submitted by her daughter, Nancy. Nancy writes, "My mother passed away in November of 2007 and when cleaning out her apartment we found many poems that she had written. We knew that she had this talent but did not realize how many she had stored away in boxes. She had written one that we sent to a Christian Gospel singer, Phil Morgan, and he put it to music."

Here are two of her many poems. You can also read Jeanette's special Christmas poem titled "OUR JESUS FROM GALILEE" on our Holiday Poems page in the Christmas section.

WHEN I MEET THE MASTER

When I finally meet the Master
I can worship at His feet
I can kiss those blessed nail scarred hands
And his eleven I hope to meet!

What a glorious time of singing
When the angel choirs start
They’ll make heavens rafters echo
With music that will bless my heart.

From my very first day in heaven
And throughout all eternity
I can praise and worship Jesus
What a glorious time that will be.

One of these days I’ll see the angels
Ones of these days I’ll fly away
One of these days I’ll see my Jesus
What a hallelujah day !!.

Jeanette Rogers


THE TOUCH OF THE NAZARENE

He washed my eyes with tears, that I might see
That precious blood He shed at Calvary
He touched my ears with love, that I might hear
His voice that speaks to me so soft and clear.
He gently touched my heart and holds it in His Hands,
And now I know that this was as He planned.
So I might learn of Him by sight and sound
As He took my sin and shame and gave His love profound.
Now his Spirit dwells deep within my soul
And His presence there keeps me well and whole.
He has given to me His resurrection power
So I can fly away home at any hour!
How could God love us so much that He gave his only Son
To die on that cruel Tree, so our salvation was truly won.
His love for us, and not those awful nails held Him there
He was God’s promise to the world - How much he cared!
Our Savior's touch has brought me joy and keeps my life serene
Since I have felt that Touch of the Nazarene.
You too can feel that touch, as I have done
And as you feel it you’ll know your Salvation’s truly won.
So let him wash your eyes, so you too can see
God’s Precious Son and live eternally.
You can hear His voice as He was your soul
And you will know He’ll keep you well and whole.
When He calls you home, to His mansions above
You’ll fly away home on wings of love.
You’ll walk that Glory Road of Gold and worship at His feet
When face to face The Nazarene you’ll meet.
So when He calls you home through time and space
And you meet your Savior face to face
What joy you’ll share and you are home at last
Safe with Jesus - freed from all your past.

Jeanette Rogers


Here's a poem praising the Lord written by 12 year-old Lauren Boggin. She wrote this beautiful poem in school when given the theme "Discovery" and then won an award for the poem. This poem says that you can find Jesus anywhere - whether on your way home from school, or, as Lauren said, while you lie awake in bed.

THE MAN WITH THE LONG HAIR AND BEARD


There was a man with long hair and a beard,
Who I felt a while before I heard,
Who I heard a while before I saw,
And who I saw, not long before he entered my back door.

This man was a man who I saw everyday,
He hid in the bushes as I went on my way,
He abided under the covers on the bed in which I lay,
He was a man for who's love I need not pay.

When I felt him deep inside, he shedded his disguise,
And when he came upon my body, it took me by surprise,
For I couldn't believe there was a man, of such size,
Who lived not far away, under the oceans, above the skies,
But lived with me.

And this man is my father,
Jesus.

Lauren Boggin


THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS

There is such a wonderful place,
more fairer than Eden's Garden.
Where angels fall upon their face,
and saints sing of the Lamb's pardon.

Where purest beams radiate bright,
around God's awesome presence.
Shekinah's glory piercing light,
portrays His holy essence.

Come to the place of joy and peace.
Come enter with faith and boldness,
and you will find love's sweet release
In the beauty of Holiness.

Deanna Malawy
2-2-02

The Psalmist states in Psalm 29:2 that we
are to give to the Lord the glory due his name and
worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.


Here are three poems praising our Lord written by Michael Cecil Hughes.
Michael says they were inspired by our Savior, Jesus Christ, so they really belong to Him.

A HERO


What is a hero?, some people might say,
One who saves lives or takes away pain,
One who gives of himself, places others above,
His own earthly needs and does it for love,

What is a hero?, other people might say,
One who extends his hand, one that saves the day,
One whose heart goes out to reach those in need,
No matter what the cost to perform this selfless deed,

But what is a hero?, To this I will say,
It is my Lord and Savior, to whom I pray,
Jesus is my hero for he has saved my soul,
With his death on Calvary, this was his heavenly goal,

So with this thought, I can say, your a hero to me,
For in you, my Savior Jesus, this do I see,
His love and his grace pour from you for mankind,
And this is what our Lord's word said would be a sign,

Of the ones who love him.

Michael Cecil Hughes


WHAT SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO?

What shall I compare thee to?,
A warm summers day,
Not a cloud in the sky,
With a slight gentle breeze,
But the day will pass on by,
A lily of the field,
In which God has clothed,
But it is here today,
And tomorrow no more,

What shall I compare thee to?,
A refreshing drink of water,
With a glacier Al birth,
Running down a high mountain stream,
But again I will thirst,
A wonderful dream,
Teasing me in the night,
But that too will end,
Come the morning light,

What shall I compare thee to?,
One of God's great gifts,
Of two becoming one,
Both of us together,
With the Father and the Son,
Visitors in this world,
That will soon pass away,
Into a wonderful new kingdom,
And a dawning new day,

This will I compare thee to.

Michael Cecil Hughes


BUT NOT FAREWELL

Farewell my friend, but not farewell,
What do I know of our tomorrows?,
Our lives held securely in our Lord's hands,
But still inside I feel this sorrow,

Will we meet again in this brief life?,
Our hands clasped in brotherly love?,
Our Savior knows, in whom we trust,
If not here, it will be up above,

So farewell my friend, but not farewell,
For there is one thing we have together,
The love of our Father and our Savior above,
With this love we will worship our God forever.

Michael Cecil Hughes


Here are two poems of praise written by Curtis R. Turner Jr.

PEACE WITHIN, ADVERSITY WITHOUT
        (THE RIGHTEOUS MAN)


Peace within, adversity without
The righteous man whose soul is stout
His mind is clear, he has no fear
When troubles come about

Hope inside, distrust denied
The Godly man by fire is tried
His heart is free, no misery
With faith shall he abide

Love internal, hate infernal
His delight is found in Heavens journal
His passions pure, his mission sure
His trust abounds eternal

Curtis R. Turner Jr. © 2005
 

SHOOTING STAR

You and I, looking up to the sky,
basking in God's glorious creation
Shooting star, the brightest by far,
streaks by as it piques our imagination
The heavens declare as we wonder and stare
at the vastness of this chasm of space
Though we seem so small God created it all
To tell a story of His mercy and grace
His righteousness shines through the shapes and the lines
of this glorious celestial display
Like a road-map above us He is serving us notice
that His handiwork will show us the way
Their voices are heard as they utter the words
of which every nation can hear
Of a Kingdom within, a world without end,
a region of reverence and fear
A new heavens, a new earth, a glorious rebirth,
awaits those who will hear with their heart
Bright and morning star, Heavenly dwellers we are,
as the Lord gives us all a fresh start
With Jesus our head, our old man is dead,
in newness of life we arise
We will all sing the chorus like the Heavens before us
as the world looks on with surprise

Curtis R. Turner Jr. © 2005


Here are two inspirational poems of praise written
and submitted by Tamara Beryl Latham

MAGDALENA (Sonnet)

Five loaves of bread and two fish multiplied
to feed the waiting masses, weary now
from travel, sitting calmly, occupied
in thought and reverence. I wondered how

mere mortal man accomplished such a feat,
without the use of trickery. I knew
that He was Christ, elected to complete
prophetic scripture laid down for the Jew.

In awe, I kissed his feet, my long brown hair
had dried the tears my eyes failed to contain,
in flashback, at the cross. Yes, I was there;
head veiled in black, a shadow in the rain.

When wheat is separated from the chaff,
it's at this time the faithless cease to laugh.

By Tamara Beryl Latham, ©2007


VERONICA (Villanelle)
While I stood in the midst that final day
and held a handkerchief of linen white,
His form moved past me as I knelt to pray.

Daylight was masked by ebony and grey
and yet I kept His movement in my sight,
while I stood in the midst that final day.

His garments, torn and tattered, soiled and frayed,
hung loosely, He appeared devoid of fright.
His form moved past me as I knelt to pray.

Cries of lament were heard; yet, none would say
He was the Christ, our Saviour and the Light,
while I stood in the midst that final day.

Though obstacles were cast into His way,
He trudged along the path; refused to fight,
His form moved past me as I knelt to pray.

I moved to wipe His brow without delay,
His imprint cast forever; sanguine bright.
While I stood in the midst that final day,
His form moved past me as I knelt to pray.

Tamara Beryl Latham, ©2007


WITH HIM EACH DAY

Words of wisdom fill my head
so how can I really believe that God is dead?
Taken from my ignorant place, alone
I travel roads believing that I’m never home.
In Jesus’ name I hear Him say
it’s not enough when I end my day
in pain and regret
because I know I have a long way yet
and believing in nothing can sometimes replace hope
for when you’re by yourself you can never cope.
So, I lift my body, my face, my spirit up to heaven
I cry and wait, wait
knowing my answer rests with the life I have been given.
It is my choice to make a miracle where none existed
to travel blessed through this world
charged with forgiveness.
Relying only on myself is so indulgent, so easy
so when I feel God’s hand it frees me.
Faith knows I cannot be alone.
Looking into the eyes of Jesus all my doubt is gone.
What I do is accept belief
with the Word of God I know I can achieve
and make life beautiful
out of every tear shed
for God’s sacrifice and love
now fill both my heart and my head.

by Fred Marmorstein, Virginia, USA


THE STAR

In the shady grove of trees
I watched and listened, mind at ease.
My soul took flight, traveling afar,
To where it saw a gleaming star.
The star showed me my sins abounding;
I wept for they were so astounding.
The star then spoke, a voice so holy,
Of its only son’s sacrifice and glory.
That son had died for us to live,
To praise his name, and to others give.
The star that shone with everlasting light
Gave one last gift that marvelous night.
That gift was one to live in me
To guide my life so patiently;
It keeps my trust in the great star,
It will not let me stray too far.
That night in my memory will always be
The night the star came to set me free.

Rachel L. Miller, TN, USA


MAJESTY

To God be all the glory
To Him be all the praise.
He is the Lord Almighty,
The great Ancient of Days.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Existing Three in One.
He is the great Jehovah
Who sits above the sun.

The Lily of the Valley,
The Rose of Sharon, too;
Eternal, Wise and Powerful,
There's nothing He can't do.

He's Bread, to all who hunger,
Water, to all who thirst;
The Stone the builders rejected,
The Last, also the First.

Light in a world of darkness,
The Door, for us to come in,
The Way of true Salvation,
Perfect Sacrifice for sin.

Ore death He is the Victor,
He's our soon coming King.
He rides on the wind,
Even the waves obey Him.
Righteous Judge of all the earth,
Ruler of the universe.

by Gertrude Jefferies


WHAT A DAY THAT WILL BE

What a day that will be
When my Jesus comes for me
I will look into the face
of the one who saved me by His Grace
In His presence I will stand
as He Welcomes me into the Promise Land
For I know with the Lord I will forever be
What a glorious day for me.

Philip R. Drogich
Lawrenceville IL


LOOK AROUND

I look around what do I see
all those things you created for me
all the LEAVES on all the TREES
all the DOGS and all the FLEAS

KITTENS playing having fun
BIRDS bathing in the sun
a SPIDERS WEB has just begun
FLIES landing one by one

A DRAGONFLY passes by
the CLOUDS are floating in the SKY
the SUN is standing way up high
another MOSQUITO lands near-by

A FEATHER dancing without a care
all shades of green from here to there
the smell of HONEYSUCKLE in the air
all kinds of ANTS there everywhere

CATERPILLARS two by two
climb to get a better view
of BUTTERFLIES just passing through
waiting to hear how do you do

I thank you Lord for setting me free
opening my eyes to help me see
all those things you created for me
I give my life to thee

Nicola Jean
Australia


SEA OF MERCY

There is a sea of mercy
which flows from God’s throne.
Its depth is a mystery,
Its boundaries are unknown.

It stretches back to Calvary,
It’s filled with Jesus blood.
It reaches into eternity,
Its billows swell with love.

All who sail upon this sea
shout with one accord,
“All glory, praise and honor be
to Jesus Christ the Lord!”

Deanna Malawy
Copyright © 2002
(Deanna said that she wrote this short poem after reflecting on God’s great mercy.)


The following beautiful and inspiring poems were written by Tom Zart, author of LOVE WAR AND MORE. Thank you Tom for sharing them with us.

WHO ?

Who wrote the tune the songbird sings?
Who made the diamonds we wear on rings?

Who caused the snow and rain to fall?
Who made spring, winter, summer and fall?

Who gave man a woman to love?
Who made the clouds and sky above?

Who lights the stars and moon in the night?
Who makes heaven and beyond so bright?

Who gives us babies we follow till death?
Who made us able to speak with our breath?

Who gives us heroes willing to die?
Who made the tears we shed as we cry.

Who shows us hope and guides our way?
The same one who loves us night and day.

By Tom Zart


THE MYSTERY OF PRAYER

Never be afraid to pray boldly to God,
For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware.
Sometimes it's hard to recognize God's answers,
But that 's just part of the mystery of prayer.

Some of the greatest heroes in history,
Wore holes in the knees of their pants.
For without God's grace and human prayer,
Man's survival on earth is by chance.

Surrender your soul and make time for prayer
Sharing moments with your Savior alone.
He’ll shoulder your burden and give you rest,
As the seeds of his praise are sown.

By Tom Zart


GRACE

The Son of God came to save that which was lost,
To redeem our soul from the power of the grave.
Where the prisoners of death must rest together
Except for the spirits of the kind and brave.

The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools,
And sinners who are unable to conform.
By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord,
Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn.

By learning, loving, working, teaching, and prayer,
We submit our years as a tale to be told.
The survival of life is our pilgrimage,
As we tackle each challenge both young and old.

No one can be sure of how long they will last,
Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be.
Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints,
Everyone must some day bow down before thee.

From dust we were made and shall return,
After life has brought us to our earthly end.
Though all must walk in the shadow of death
The righteous are promised they will rise again.

By Tom Zart


DARTS OF THE DEVIL

The darts of the devil fly free on the winds;
And sometimes they pierce both family and friends.
Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve?
When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, "leave".

Ever since then, right up to today,
The devil makes sure we’ll sin in some way.
Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do;
Should the darts of the devil seek out you.

Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross.
Our passage to heaven was paid by his loss.
Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all,
That Jesus is our Lord at his final call.

Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky;
He’ll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly.
For our Lord awaits all who believe,
And those who do not, shall be told to leave.

By Tom Zart


THE ARMOR OF GOD

Put on the whole armor of God,
And soldiers we shall be.
Fighting the powers of darkness,
Who thirst for the souls of the free.

Through lust, they try to enslave us,
And silence God's voice in man.
With focus of faith we shun them,
Avoiding the grasp of their hand.

Satan whispers his sadistic thoughts
In every language and every ear.
Tempting all with the sins of hell,
Victims of misery, hopelessness and fear.

Eagerly plotting to disrupt God's works,
Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
The armor of God is our divine protection,
Shielding every child, woman, and man.

By Tom Zart


DAVID AND GOLIATH

David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep,
Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;
A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

David slew both with his knife and his hand,
Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
The Lord's love for David was proven once again,
When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

Goliath’s beastly fingers and hideous toes,
Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
One for the giant, he knew he would slay,
Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

The giant told David, "I'll tear you apart;
The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart."
David yelled back, "I’ll soon see you dead,
And when I’m through I’ll cut off your head!"

The worst of all men, drew high with his arm,
Came forth to David to do him great harm.
The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx;
A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down;
A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
With Goliath’s own sword, David chopped off his head,
Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

By Tom Zart


NOAH'S ARK

God saw that wickedness had fouled his earth,
To a state it could no longer be ignored.
While grieving sadly he chose to destroy it,
Though Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.

The Lord told Noah to fashion a great ark
Made of gopher wood and pitch, outside and in.
Three hundred cubits long and fifty in width,
Before the world he knew, would come to its end.

Bring your food, your sons, your wife and your son’s wives
And two of every living sort, be with thee.
For with you I’ll establish my covenant,
And all who are with thee shall survive the sea.

They all marched forth, two by two, into the ark
And waited for God's waters to flood the land.
For forty days and for forty nights,
The fountains of the deep consumed beast and man.

Inside the ark nostrils kept their breath of life,
As the high waters prevailed upon the earth.
Every mountain and every hilltop vanished,
As all within felt the power of God's worth.

The waters from heaven were finally restrained,
And after ten months the tops of mountains were seen.
God had blessed Noah and all who had joined him,
To multiply, plant and fulfill his dream.

By Tom Zart


I THANK YOU

The first one to love me was you; Lord
And nothing can take that away.
My soul is refreshed by living water
While my heart flows with love each day.

I thank you for the love of my family
And I thank you for the love of my life.
I thank you for all of the blessings
You give to each husband and wife.

Your glory rides high on the sunsets;
Your voice is the thunder of rain.
I thank you for all of the heavens
And Jesus who came to be slain.

I feel when your eyes are upon me
As you listen to my humble cry,
You've redeemed the soul of your servant
To dwell in your mansion on high.

I’ll claim each and every promise
From the Lord of the earth and sky.
I'm so glad I’m free from my bondage
Of the grave where my body shall lie.

I thank you for parting the darkness
And guiding my footsteps each day.
I thank you for being my shepherd;
You've walked with me all the way.

I know your armor protects me
From the devil in search of his feast.
And all who are lost without you
Shall dwell in hell with the beast!

By Tom Zart

This completes Tom's series of poems.


FORGIVEN

I found Grace in the eyes of the Savior
My Life has been touched by a King!
Oh what Love could look beyond such a sinner?
But the love that eternity brings!

So I stand now in the shadows of Mercy
He's brought Peace beyond compare.
May 10,000 Angels sing all His praises!
For someday, I'll sing with them there.

Why He choose to reach down and touch me
It's a miracle no one could explain
Oh the gratitude I hope now to show Him
Flows more than the drops of rain!

Come sing now everyone with me.
For we serve the King of Kings!
Oh most merciful Loving Savior
Let all who here now sing!

Praise His name from the tallest mountain!
Let it show that we walk with Him!
Stand tall against all that is evil
Let Peace flow through our land again!

I'm forgiven and so unworthy
Forgiven and Loved by Him!
He looked down from Heaven and touched me!
Now my Life has been Born Again!

Only by Gods Grace written by:
Linda Sue Etling
Copyright ©2003


Lord of my Dreams

Emerging from the tunnel of darkness
I awoke with a feeling of thankfulness
For I was falling from the darkest of skies
A dream of my fears covered my eyes
Disarrayed with illusions of a bottomless pit
Tattooed with a feeling I couldn't forget
But it was then, when I first saw the light
My shiniest day, came in the middle of the night
Overcoming my fear, with your presence by my side
The Lord of my dreams, was suddenly my guide
Showing me a spirit, I have never seen before
Lord, it was you, knocking at my door
The sound awoke me, as I sat up in bed
Then I bowed my head to pray, and this is what I said

"Lord, your arms were open for me when I started to fall
I give you my heart, my soul, I give you my all
For you are the purifier of my water
And my life ever after!"

Amen

Eldon Krueger


MY HERO

He has been there since the day I was born
He has walked with me every step of the way
When it seems I can't go on
He is there to save the day
He loves me more than anyone
He understands what I'm going through
He is always there when I have no where to run to
When there is no one to listen to my problems
He is always listening all hours, day and night
He will never let me down
He is my guiding light
He never leaves, he's always there
He picks me up when I fall
And always there when I call
To some people it might sound odd
But my hero is God.

Laura A. Taylor


MY TREASURED GIFT

There is something deep inside my heart
That Jesus gave to me
The day He came into my life
And set this captive free

I cannot see it, hear it, touch it,
But I know it's always there,
He gave it to me specially
So with others I would share.

It cost Him everything He had,
But still He gave to me,
A gift that cannot be replaced
But will last eternally.

The gift He gave me was His love
And I keep it safe inside,
But it's a gift that grows and grows
And one I cannot hide.

For with that love there comes a light,
That shines out like a star,
So that all the world may see
How great a King you are.

You gave me life; you gave me joy,
These things I treasure most.
The day you gave me all these gifts,
You died upon the cross.

Jean Wakefield, Gloucestershire, England


HEARTS LIKE FLOWERS

Just when I thought I had lost my last nerve
You came along with your heart open wide
And poured out such love I didn't deserve
All I had lost was now waiting inside

I tried to stand up but my knees grew weak
Then all I could do was fall on my face
I couldn't find the words worthy to speak
Tears rolled like waves in a river of grace

Quiet and peace like a cradle did rock
The lullaby breath of angels did sing
I heard the sound of the Comforter's knock
Like heavenly bells with sweet freedom's ring

I've found all the rest and the strength I need
Within a servant's heart, beating to bleed...

R. Moomaw, 2/17/03


MY BEST FRIEND

A day never goes by,
When I don’t think of You.
You’re my inspiration,
My dearest Friend so true.

You help me through my mornings,
And all throughout my day.
You’re even with me in the night,
You never go away.

You’re there when troubles find me,
And when my day feels long.
When I’m weak You carry me,
And hold me till I’m strong.

When I feel sad and lonely,
You whisper in my ear.
That You will always love me,
And that You’re always here.

You never walk away from me,
No matter what I do.
Instead you take me by the hand,
And lead me back to You.

So much joy and happiness,
Comes from You my Friend.
I’ll cherish You and love You,
Until the very end.

Friends like You are hard to find,
There’s no one else like You.
There’s no one I can count on,
The way I count on You.

Oh Jesus I am speechless,
At all you do for me.
You even gave Your life,
So I could be set free.

Jesus You’re my Best Friend,
No one else will do.
You mean everything to me,
And I’ll always love You.

Nancy Burr
London, Ontario


WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN

At last I reach my final home
The gates swing open wide
I get a glimpse of glory
I can't wait to get inside.

An angel beckons to me
I hurry up to him
He opens up a golden book
And lets me look within.

I see my name is written
On the page that he turns to
He says you finally made it
I've been waiting here for you.

He points in one direction
And tells me "go that way"
So I start my tour of heaven
The place I get to stay.

I see the many mansions
And walk the streets of gold
And hear the angels praising God
Just like I had been told.

And then I spot my loved ones
They've been here many years
We hug and kiss each other
All smiles, there are no tears.

I look around for Jesus
I know He'll soon appear
I want to kneel and praise Him
He's the reason I am here.

He took upon Himself my sins
He paid the price for me
And by His victory over death
He finally set me free.

Free from all my worldly sins
And the evil Satan sent
Jesus came into my heart
Because I did repent.

I'll finally get to thank Him
When I bow before His throne
For all the times He carried me
When I couldn't walk alone.

I'll dwell with Him in heaven
With no sorrow, tears or pain
This was His promise to me
When to this earth He came.

There are many mansions up here
There's room for all of you
So to join us all in heaven
I'll tell you what to do.

Accept Jesus as your Savior
He will wash your sins away
He's waiting here to greet you
When you join us here one day.

Emily McAdams
Copyright Dec. 2001
(Emily has written several inspiring poems which can be found on her very attractive website at: http://www.geocities.com/expressionsbyemily/index.html)

Here is another poem by Emily:

THERE IS A GOD

There IS a God in heaven
But there are you who doubt
No further proof is needed
You just need to look about.

Only He can paint the sunset
And the beauty of the rising sun
No human hand can match it
Though millions of paintings are done.

If you've ever seen the rolling hills
And the little babbling brooks
The beauty of flowers blooming
It's splendor, just take a look.

If you've ever been to the seashore
And gazed across the ocean
And heard the breaking of the waves
It's like poetry in motion.

If you've ever walked through forests
Amid all the plants and trees
And caught a glimpse of small creatures
He too created these.

If you've sat outside on a starry night
And gazed at the beauty above
Or seen the moon begin its rise
It's His way of sharing His love.

The majesty of the mountains
The green valleys in between
The deserts and the rolling plains
It's almost like a dream.

When summer turns to autumn
And leaves begin to change
Such beauty you can't imagine
But God has it all arranged.

Then autumn turns to winter
As the weather begins to turn cold
See the beauty of snowflakes falling
Like a blanket of white to unfold.

My friend, if you are one who doubts
Whether God does really exist
Just look at the marvels around you
No human could have given you this.

To feel, to touch, to smell, to hear
God gave these senses to you
Along with the sight to see all that He made
Look in a mirror, He created you too.

Emily McAdams
Copyright Nov. 2001


J esus, Son of God Eternal
E verlasting Lord is He,
S avior of a world of sinners,
U niversal King to be,
S ought us, brought us victory.

C hrist is due all adoration,
H umbly born to save our race,
R uler of the whole creation
I ntercedes and gives us grace,
S aves us from sin's condemnation,
T ruly worthy of all praise!

~ Author Unknown~


Here are two beautiful poems praising our Lord written by Steven Hanna. Visit Steven's website of inspiring Christian poems at http://www.godisgood.iwebland.com/

I'M HIS

A faithful Father, closest friend
He knows each step I take
He watches closely as I go
I'm His, that's no mistake.
He's there when life is hitting hard
He smiles when life is good
Why has He never cast me off?
I've never understood.
But He is God unchanging
All-powerful, ever near
He sees His child without the sin
To Him, my life is dear.

© Steven Hanna, 2001

I LOVE YOU LORD

Jesus, You're the Lord of all
Your love is all around
In times of trial, times of grief
Your loving arms surround.
Forever shall I sing Your praise
And worship at Your feet
I love You Lord, with all my heart
For all my needs You meet.

© Steven Hanna, 2001


It is only a tiny rosebud.
A flower of God's design.
But I cannot unfold the petals
With this clumsy hand of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I
God opens flowers so sweetly
When in my hand they fade and die

If I cannot unfold the rosebud
This flower of God's design
Then how do I think I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine.

So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of the day
I will look to Him for guidance
Each pilgrim step of the way

The pathway, which lies before me
Only the Heavenly Father knows
I'll trust in Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfolds the rose

~Author Unknown~
 


A LOVELY DAY TO PRAISE THE LORD

It's a lovely day to praise the Lord
For a day that's fresh and new,
That's filled with nature's beauty,
Created just for you.

It's a lovely day to look, to see,
The flowers, the trees, the birds,
The music of their voices rings,
None sweeter can be heard.

It's a lovely day to thank the Lord,
As all around we see
The vastness of blue skies above,
and feel the summer breeze.

It's a lovely day to think of how
He cares for us each day.
As we journey in this life,
He's there to lead the way.

Helen Gleason - 1999
 


COVENANT CARE OF MY GOD

He was better to me than all my hopes;
He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.

The billows that guarded my sea-girt path,
But carried my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march
I can lean on His love for the rest.

He emptied my hands of my treasured store,
And His covenant love revealed,
There was not a wound in my aching heart,
But the balm of His breath hath healed.

Oh, tender and true was the chastening sore,
In wisdom, that taught and tried,
Till the soul that He sought was trusting in Him,
And nothing on earth beside.

He guided by paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough was plain
As I followed the Lord alone.

I praise Him still for the pleasant palms,
And the water-springs by the way,
For the glowing pillar of flame by night,
And the sheltering cloud by day.

Never a watch on the dreariest halt,
But some promise of love endears;
I read from the past, that my future shall be
Far better than all my fears.

Like the golden pot, of the wilderness bread,
Laid up with the blossoming rod,
All safe in the ark, with the law of the Lord,
Is the, covenant care of my God."

~ Author Unknown ~
 


FRIENDS

What is a friend but an extension of self?
What is a friend but one who cares
that you don't have to carry your burden alone?
What is a friend but one who dares
to stand by your side though others desert?

A friend is one who knows all about
your hurts and weaknesses.
He knows your dreams and wishes;
He knows what makes you cry.
He never adds weight to your heavy load
But tries to ease and make it lighter.

I have known rejection---he does not reject.
I have been ridiculous---
He does not ridicule my silliness.
He only leads me gently into the right path.
He smiles and tolerates my weakness.
until I become mature and strong enough to turn around.

Who is this friend I am talking about?
This one who is always about?
Ready to pick me up when I fall?
Can't you really guess?
There's only one like this.

Jesus is my friend.

Proverbs 18:24 "and there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother."
John 15:13 "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down
his life for a friend."

Joan Morrone, Copyright 1991
 


MY HAND IN GOD'S

Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.
He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair---
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.

My hand in His! No surer way
To walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.
When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.

Florence Scripps Kellogg
 


IN YOUR HOUSE

In Your house, Lord, I want to live,
My heart, my strength, and soul I'm willing to give.

Give it all up, completely to You,
So in Your house it will all be made new.

Refreshed and replenished I will stand at Your feet,
And there, Oh Lord, we shall finally meet.

The glorious moment, we shall be face to face,
And that's where I will finally feel Your loving arm's embrace.

Oh what a Saviour, who's allowed me to see,
See Your beautiful grace poured all over me.

What a gift I have never deserved,
But in Your house You have it reserved.

I don't understand or can't comprehend,
Why just for me Your love did You send.

But I make a promise I will serve to that day,
Until I will be in Your house to stay.

Elisa Smith, Kalamazoo, MI


GOD, THOU ART THERE

Whether I go from the Spirit of Thee,
Or whether I from Thy presence flee;
Behold, Thou art there!

If I ascend up into heaven to dwell,
Or if I make my bed in hell;
Behold, Thou art there!

If I take the wings of the morning and flee,
Or if I dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Behold, Thou art there!

Thy hand shall lead me even there;
Thy right hand shall hold me up with care,
Because, Thou art there!

If I say the darkness shall cover me,
Even the darkness hides me not from Thee,
Because, Thou art there!

Night and Day are both alike to Thee;
Even the night shall be a light about me,
Because, Thou art there!

From Psalm 139:7-12

Written by SIR* Plemmons (*Scripture In Rhymn by Deborah Smith Plemmons)


I OWE HIM

I owe so much, to God above;
I owe for His undying love,
It's Him I owe, for the air that I breathe,
And, for His comfort, when I grieve.

I owe Him for, the blessings;
He bestows on me, each day,
And, all of His forgiveness,
That, I ask for when I pray.

I owe Him for His mercy;
And for," His Saving Grace."
I owe Him for, His loving ways;
No one, can take His place.

To Him, I owe the clear, blue skies;
I even owe Him for the rain
But, when I add it all up,how much I really owe;
Well, it comes to "Everything."

There's no debt consolidation plan,
For His greatest sacrifice,
It's the price, that His Son Jesus, paid;
For "My Eternal Life."

Many Blessings
By: Vickie Lambdin, Copyright: 2001

Here are two other poems of praise by Vickie

THE LORD IS:

The Lord is my strength, my light, and my shield;
To all of His wishes, and words, I shall yield.
When in total darkness, he is my sight,
If I stumble and fall, He lifts me upright.

The Lord is my anchor, my friend, and my guide;
He will not forsake me, He will stay by my side.
He was my Savior, when lost was my soul,
Through His grace, and forgiveness, His love made me whole.

He always corrects me, you know, when I'm wrong;
And when my spirit grows weak, His love keeps me strong.
The rock of salvation, He is steady, and true,
And the blood that He shed, was for me and for you.

When I'm down in the valley He reaches for me;
Picks me up gently, and sets my soul free.
The Lord is my fountain, when I need a drink,
He keeps my soul above water, he will not let me sink.

Vickie Lambdin, Copyright 2001

THIS SONG OF LOVE

This beautiful song, deep down in my soul;
     Serenades me, night and day
Sent by the one that made me whole
     And the one to whom I pray.

It's such a soft, and tender song,
     My heart can't help, but, sing along.
Oh, what a lovely rhapsody;
     This song of love, he's given me.

This song of joy, deep down inside,
     Gives me cause for love, that I can't hide.
It is such a perfect odyssey;
     The Lord composed it, just for me.

Now, I'd like for everyone to know;
     That he placed his magic in my soul.
And, in my heart, he left his song
     So everyone, could sing along.

If you will give the Lord your soul,
     His love will set you free;
Then, the songs he'll give your heart to sing,
     Will be a perfect melody.

Vickie Lambdin


ESPECIALLY FOR ME AND YOU

From the Top of the Smokey Mountains
to the waters along the Gulf shore.
The beauty of God's amazing grace
is seen forevermore.

No one can truly deny that He Lives.
If they just take a look around.
Every miracle He has ever done ...
echoes a beautiful sound.

From the winding paths of the East coast
to the Rockies in the West.
Jesus our Lord and Savior reigns.
Always an honored guest.

As you travel along the pathway of life
stop to take in the view.
For every creation was made by Him ...
Made especially for me & you.

Kaye Des'Ormeaux, Copyright 2001


Here is are three poems submitted by the author, Sophia Solomon from India.

REDEEMED FROM DEVIL'S HAND

Lord my Savior, my salvation
You are the one I believe.
In my trial and evil temptation
You are the rock on which I lean.

Messiah , Christ and Redeemer
In You have I kept my belief.
I worry not about my future
For I have turned a new leaf.

From the evil ways of the world
Turned towards the ray of light.
Really very hard have I tried
To follow You with all my might.

Impossible it would have been
To come out of the whirlpool.
If in me You had not been so keen
Followed evil ways like a fool.

By your unfailing love and grace
You redeemed from the devil.
Thus I have won the eternal race
With your help I have overcome evil.

Look forward for a delightful life
Praising you with all my heart.
Standing close to you by your side
For You are the Savior of the lot.

Thank you Jesus thanks again
For loving me and dying for me.
For taking away all my pain
Making me a girl quite free.

D Sophia Solomon, Chennai, India.

THE SAVIOUR

Jesus, the Saviour
He is mine forever,
His life He gave for me
That the truth I could see.
The Son the God
The Lord of all,
I love Him more
For because of me
The cross He bore.

D Sophia Solomon, Chennai, India.

HE REDEEMED ME

In a world not so dear
I am neither here nor there.
I don't know my destination
Chased the world's fascination.

World so beautiful as it is
Difficult it was to forget it.
Lead a very humiliating life
To come out of it I had to strive.

Lord's call reached my ears
Still I ignored it for many years.
One final day I heard Him say
Turn to me I am the way.

"For you my child my blood I shed
Losing you is what I dread.
Gave my life for your sake
Don't think my love is fake.

True love child I have for you
Why else did I die for you.
Turn my child turn from evil
Lean on me for you are feeble."

My eyes were heavy with tears
Which confessed all my fears.
Tears started flowing down
Made my heart feel so down.

"I am a sinner" I cried to him
Because of tears my eyes were dim.
He came closer and wiped my tears
And said "why do you fear when I am here.

When still a sinner I died for you
The heavy cross I bore for you.
My blood has washed away your sins
Rejoice and tell it to your kins.

I love you I love you dear
I will not forsake you so do not fear.
Turn to me you will not fall
Rejoice in me I am your God."

"Yes my lord O my God
Into your hands I give my all.
You saved me from the devil
From today I am going to shun evil.

I love You lord I Love You very much
Never has anyone loved me so much.
You loved me Lord true Love indeed
You are really great, great indeed. "

D Sophia Solomon, Chennai, India.


BE WASHED

As I walk through the valley of shadows,
the essence of death I do hear,
But Jesus my Savior goes with me,
and shadows of death I will not fear.

He is my strength and my fortress,
My Armor, my Shield, and my Light,
His Blood has Washed my soul guiltless,
For me there is now no night.

I'll stroll through Heavens grand gardens,
With Jesus my Lord and my King,
Forever in splendor and beauty,
I'll lift up my voice and there sing.

I'll sing a song of Great Mercy,
how Jesus did die on the cross,
I'll sing how He Rose up Victorious,
I'll sing of no sorrow nor loss.

'Oh sinner' come kneel at the fountain,
The Blood of Christ that does flow,
Come drink of Life Everlasting,
be Washed, yes Whiter than Snow.

S. R. Elwood. Copyright © 1996


JESUS

Jesus I lift you up,
When the day is done.
Jesus I lift you up,
In the morning light,
And in the night.
Jesus I lift you up,
Every day of the week,
Without you I am weak.
Jesus I lift you up,
Above the stars, and the world and more much more,
You I adore.

Connie V. @ 10-21-1999. Connie also asked us to pass on the following: Do you need a poem for a birthday, anniversary, funeral, wedding encuragement, religous, all holidays, for teacher, friend, family, pastor? Let me help!! I have been writing poems for over 20 years and had 2 published. I would like to share my God given talent with others like you. For details please email me at tribal3@skyenet.net with "Poems" in the subject line. Thank you, Connie


GIFTS FROM GOD

Sometimes gifts from God are in disguise,
and all too often unrecognised.

Help from a stranger at the fruit stand,
a sympathetic sister to hold your hand.

A kiss from a baby so sloppy and sweet,
a much needed smile from someone you meet.

A comforting hug in your time of need,
meeting someone whos not consumed by greed.

A joyful letter from a friend far away,
the knowledge that God loves you come what may,

A rainbow at sunset, a day on the beach,
a long standing friendship, a succulent peach

A sweet summer breeze and the sky so blue,
He sends lovely birdsong and flowers for you.

Not all gifts come in paper and bows,
they can take any form or fashion, who knows.

Thank Him for the sun the moon and the stars,
for it is through Him that this beauty is ours.

I hope that my poem gives you a smile,
and makes you reflect on His gifts for awhile.

Angela Renbarger Morrison
Copyright ©2000


GOD IS EVERYTHING

I am the Alpha and the Omega

God is the beginning, God is the end,
God is in a bird, on the wing.
God is a friend, God is the sky,
God is the earth, God is the why.
God is the reason for our birth.

God is in the morning, God is in the night.
God made time's dawning, God's son is the light.
God is love, in love,
God is in a smile,
a twinkling eye,
clouds in the sky,
is the reason,
is the season,
is found in art,
and in a beating heart.

God is in the sunshine, God is in the rain.
God is the rhyme in a poet's line.
He is with you through the pain.
God is eternity,
God is everything............to me!!!

Janice Hingley 21/4/99


THANK YOU, FATHER

Thank you Father, for all the earth,
I thank you for creation's birth.
I thank you for the flowers growing,
Naively living in their knowing,
'Twas for your pleasure all were made,
When we shall rise up from the grave,
When we shall have a life complete,
When face to face we all shall meet,
To live with you in timeless love,
Revealed to us, in the Spirit Dove.

Janice Hingley


IF I COULD NEVER TALK TO GOD

I often wonder what I'd do if I could never pray,
If I could not depend on God to guide me every day,
And oh how dark the night would be if His light did not shine,
I could not sleep because such fear would fill this heart of mine,
My heart would never sing a song I'd feel so all alone,
If I could never talk to God and claim him for my own.
But all these things I need not fear, my burdens He doth share
I only have to whisper low, He heareth every prayer.
Thus He always walks beside me He never lets me fall,
He gently takes me by the hand My love the God of all.
And though the night around be dark His light will ever shine
I sleep in peace and need not fear since I know that He is mine.

Author Unknown


REFLECTION

Have you stood atop a mountain
Beneath a starlit sky,
And felt so close to Heaven
It almost made you cry?

Have you walked along the seashore
With someone that you love
To watch the sleepy morning sun
Rise Triumphantly above?

Have you strolled beside a babbling brook
To purify your soul,
And left a catfish on your hook
To pet a passing foal?

Have you walked through fields of daisies
To pick a bright bouquet,
And lingered there 'til twilight
Turned shadows bluish-gray?

Have you learned from God's creation
His messages of love?
For it makes one stop and wonder
What's in store for us above!

Clay Harrison


HANDS

Thank you Lord for dirty hands
That touch my stove and fridge;
For sticky little fingers that
Try to build a bridge.

For careless hands that go astray
In search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way
As mothers often do.

For precious little hands in which
Great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach
To touch a mother's frown.

And thank you for Your guiding hand
That leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble
And points me to the right.

As little hands reach out to me
To show them what to do,
I'm steadied, reassured and loved
As I reach up to You.

By Judith Peitsch


Thank you for allowing me to share my poem with you. I wrote it summer of '98 at a youth retreat camp in Panama City, and have been waiting for a chance to share it with others.

THE GREATEST PRICE

You know me better than anyone;
You know because You are the Lord's son.

You came to save us from our sins;
You came so I could be born again.

Saving us cost You the greatest price;
To save us You gave up your life.

You died and rose to prove it to the world;
That You were our Savior and our Lord.

Andrea Lee


MY HAND IN GOD'S

Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.

He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair---
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.

My hand in His! No surer way
To walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.

When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.

Florence Scripps Kellogg


God has a thousand ways
Where I can see not one;
When all my means have reached their end
Then His have just begun.

Esther Guyot


I wrote the following poem in the way people wrote Psalms 2000 years ago. It was written September, 2000.
(c)Copyright MM

THE LORD IS LOVE By: Christopher Martin

I love you, O Lord, my strength
The Lord is my rock, in whom I take refuge ...
My shield, Horn and Salvation
                 Psalm 18:1-2

My Lord, O Lord how I Love thee
You saved me from evil
When in trouble you comfort me
O how you are my Lord, my Father

Why me O Lord?
Why do you Love me so?
What have I done to deserve your Love?
Your Love is like newly weds with their first born child
Love that is everlasting!
Lord I am your child and you are my Father

What would life be like with out your Love?
Where would I be with out your salvation, O Lord?
O how I am glad that your here and Love me so
I am proud to call you God

I thank you for saving me Lord
Thank you for all you have done
I will Love and Praise you forever!
As you have Loved me for all-time
You are my Lord, My God, And my Jesus

I am your son and You are my Father.
Your Love is pure towards me
Amen.


The following poem was submitted by Carol Hopper who also has a website with a number of poems located at:
http://sites.netscape.net/carolhopper/onelife

ONE SOLITARY LIFE

He was born in a stable in an obscure village.
From there He traveled less than 200 miles
He never won an election, He never went to college
He never owned a home, He never had a lot of money

He became a nomadic preacher.
Popular opinion turned against Him.
He was betrayed by a close friend.
And His other friends ran away.

He was unjustly condemned to death.
Crucified on a cross among common thieves,
On a hill overlooking the town dump.
And when dead, laid in a borrowed grave.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone,
empires have risen and fallen.
Mighty armies have marched,
And powerful rulers have resigned.

Yet no one has affected men as much as He.
He is the central figure of the human race.
He is the Messiah, the Son of God
JESUS CHRIST

"He is the image of the unseen God, and the first born of all creation, For in Him were created all things, in heaven and on earth." Col. 1:15,16

Kristone


A NEW SONG

As the deer pants for water Lord,
I pant for you today.
My soul, it longs to be with you,
complete in every way.

You're the rock of my salvation Lord,
in you only I trust.
As I patiently wait for you to call,
my patience is a must.

There's a new song in my heart today,
a song of love for you.
In the valley praises reached my lips,
before they could not do.

A new song wells within my soul,
as I walk this desert land.
New songs the mountain could not bring,
of the mercy in your hand.

Speak to me the words of praise,
that will bless your Holy ears.
Teach me how to touch your soul,
and bathe me in your tears.

As you walk me down this Holy path,
I will follow like the blind.
As you heal my heart with every step,
and renew my failing mind.

My repentant heart now leaps for joy,
as it hangs upon the cross.
A sinful heart, that had slipped away,
I thought forever lost.

But your mercy came with opened arms,
and saved me from the dead.
As the fatted calf was killed for me,
and a crown placed on my head.

Now your mercy will I always sing,
even in my darkest days.
You're the refuge of my broken heart,
the receiver of my praise.

I long to touch your nail scarred hands,
to see your precious face.
To soothe those stripes upon your back,
that you suffered in my place.

Now fill me full of your Holy Ghost,
keep flooding me till death.
So full, that when you speak my name,
I can feel your very breath.

My hands will praise you night and day,
and my voice will never cease.
My life will echo the mercy you've shown,
and worship the Prince of Peace.

A new song has risen up through my soul,
and my love for you has soared.
A song of thanksgiving from deep within,
to Jesus Christ, my Lord.

Written By Timothy Jon Barrett
Inspired by my new love for God
Written for his precious son, Jesus Christ
Date Written.. September 2, 1999


WHAT JESUS MEANS TO ME

Let me tell you all,
of the ground on which I stand.
See, my carpenter in Heaven,
don't build on "sinking sand."

He has placed as my foundation,
a rock beneath my feet.
His walls of faith surround me,
that no storm can defeat.

He's my joy when I awaken,
He's my peace when I lay down.
He's the golden tassels from my robe,
He's the rubies on my crown.

He's my very breath of life,
my reason which to live.
He empowers my every weakness,
with the strength he has to give.

He's the love I never knew of,
He's the friend I never had,
He calms me when I lose control,
He brings joy when I am sad.

He corrects me when I disobey,
and gently puts me in my place.
He's the twinkle dancing in my eyes,
He's the smile upon my face.

He's my motive, my sole inspiration,
the spark that ignites my fire,
He's my fragrance, sweet and lovely,
He's my only hearts desire.

He's the ONLY rock I'll stand on,
I can not be enticed.
He's my hope and my salvation,
He's my Savior-JESUS CHRIST.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett


KING OF KINGS

Jesus is the king this I know
For the Bible tells me so
He died to save you and me
And now are souls are free
Jesus he died a horrible death
But he told God to forgive his murderers
on his last breath
I thank him for this everyday
Every night when I lay down and pray
I know one day he will come back
For in my mind this is a fact
He will come back in his glory
For in the Bible this is the story
I have no doubt in my mind
That when he comes back he will be kind
To the people that choose to believe
But not to those who choose to deceive
So listen to me when I say
           That Jesus will be back in his glory
           someday!

By Joe Lane, 14 yrs. old


IT'S AMAZING!

Sometimes I can't see in my little mind
Just how mighty and powerful is He;
For the Lord God formed the universe
With just a Word He commanded it to be.
It's amazing how God took nothing
and made the earth the mountains the sea.
It's amazing how God took nothing
and out of dust formed you and me.
Jesus dried up the fruitless fig tree with just a Word
He commanded it to be.
He said I could do this and move mountains -
If I have faith of a mustard seed.
It's amazing how God took nothing
and made the earth the mountains the sea.
It's amazing how God took nothing
and out of dust formed you and me!

Deborah High, from Spring Lake, North Carolina


YOU'RE MY GUIDE
You guide me through this clouded world
You are my shelter
You are my protector
You guide me through this clouded world
The dust consumes my thoughts
But you protect me
You guide me through this clouded world
You are my guide

Courtney Davis from Portland, Oregon


Fanny Crosby, being blind, could not see the material things of this world. However, she had spiritual vision to see the Lord and wrote these lovely words:

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
All His joys are but a name;
But His love abideth ever,
Thro' eternal years the same.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
In His Cross my trust shall be;
'Till, with clearer, brighter vision,
Face to face my Lord I see.


THE MASTER'S PLAN

Hot rays of sunshine to brighten our day,
To shine after a rainstorm on a cloudy day.
Rain to dampen the scorched dry earth,
Just enough moisture to wash off the dirt.

Stars and the moon to shine in the night,
Sunshine for heat and precious daylight.

Created beautiful love to fill up the space
Made family and friends to make up the race.
Clay formed the earth by his huge loving hands,
Made all the elements from his MASTER Plan.

Created perfect Heaven, made of pure gold,
No pain and suffering and never grow old.
Gave to us Jesus, His only begotten Son
A PERFECT sacrifice, He was the chosen one.

These gifts are freely given,
Made by God's own hands
This finishes the end of
Gods Master Plan.

Brenda Vanderheyden


STRENGTH IN FAITH

As I wake into your day
I'll find my self looking towards your way
Into darkness I slept
Unto lightness I woke
Each wake I find my self drawing closer to you O'LORD

With courage you provide might
The might I need to over come thee day
With the Blessings you provide me
I grow more and more like you O'LORD
When in pain you strengthen me and increase my Faith
Faith that keeps me in your hands firmly

What would I do without your Mercy?
What would I do without your Grace?
Who, What and where would some love me like you do?
I will always trust in you O'LORD

As I open my heart to you
I will tell you that I will Love you
In times where I have no hope I will look towards my faith in you, O'LORD

If I am truly to live I will need you in my life O'LORD, My GOD.

Amen.

Christopher Martin


GOD ... OUR CREATOR, OUR FATHER, OUR SALVATION

Every single branch on each and every tree ...
Every grain of sand, every animal you see ...
Every daisy, every violet, every blade of grass ...
How do you believe that these things came to pass?
Can you not see the touch of our gentle Maker's hand?
Why is it some feel it's hard to understand?

When I see an eagle soaring through the sky ...
When I watch the flight of a lovely butterfly ...
When I smell the fragrance of a lilac in the spring ...
I know deep inside my soul God gave us all these things.
The sun, the moon, the stars that light the sky above ...
He created all these things with His wisdom and His love.

He asks for our obedience, He asks that we believe ...
In complex complexities of which we can't conceive ...
He gave us Ten Commandments to live by everyday ...
Whether we're at work, at church, at school, at play.

Although we try to follow what He asks us to do ...
That we would disobey Him was something that He knew.
So in His Grace He sent His son to die for all our sins ...
He was crucified, entombed but He rose up again.
He said He would prepare a place for the Faithful when they die ...
A paradise to which our freed up souls could rise.

Perfection we will not achieve, but we can always strive ...
Redemption is within our reach as long as we're alive ...
So bow your head and as a child who knows when they've done wrong
Ask for God's forgiveness you've waited for too long.
The longer it takes to admit the wrongs we're guilty of ...
The longer it takes to be forgiven and feel our Savior's love.

Written By Cynthia J. Mackenzie
Fall1998
For my dear friend Bruce Q. Bartley
Captain, US Army (Retired)
Who began his battle in 1999
with Prostate Cancer at age 48.


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