| Today I Shall Not Weep Today is Mother's death-date and it's quite alright with me, In years past I have wept and mourned, but now I've been set free; For last year something happened, and it strangely gave me peace, The grieving that had bound my heart gave way to sweet release. For it was just last year this month that Daddy passed away, His heart belonged to her and God, and on that final day His guardian angel took his hand, and said, "I think you know, Your loved ones all are waiting, sir, it's time for us to go... "A mighty celebration, sir, to be held on this date, And you're the guest of honor, sir, it's best we not be late! For God Himself has planned it thus, and therefore it shall be, Ere earth was formed this date was writ by Heavenly decree!" So Daddy took the angel's hand and flew to Jesus' side, And Mother stood beside the Lord, her arms held open wide; And in that Land where there's no pain, no sickness and no sin, God's laughter shook the heavens! "Let the partying begin!" Today is Mother's death-date, yet my heart is filled with joy, My soul has found serenity which nothing can destroy; The Most High God is ever nigh, He has no need of sleep, And Mother's wrapped in Daddy's arms... today I shall not weep. Why Jesus? JESUS was born, that I might be born twice. HE became poor, that I might possess wealth. HE became homeless, that I might have a mansion. HE was stripped, that I always should have clothes. HE was forsaken, that I always should have friends. HE was bound, that I might have perfect liberty. HE was saddened, that I might have full joy. HE descended, that I should be lifted up. HE became a servant, that I might be a son forever. HE was made sin, that I should share HIS righteousness. HE died, that I should never taste eternal death. HE will come down, that I might go up. All of this -- that HE might display in me the riches of HIS grace, and so I can dwell with God in the heavenlies. Where do I go? Where do I go when my tears roll down? Where do I go when pressures press down? Where do I go when pain laughs at me? Where do I go to find laughter and glee? Where do I go when I get drained out? Where do I go when all I can do is cry and pout? Where do I go when I feel insecure? Where do I go when I curl up with fear? Where do I go when situations go out of hand? Where do I go when I don't understand? Where do I go when I have to decide? Where do I go when people take me for a ride? Where do I go when I get rejected? Where do I go to be accepted? Where do I go Lord, I bowed my face? Where I know He gives me peace and grace. Addendum -- Matthew 11:28 Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." What Is Your Address? There is a family nobody likes to meet, They live, it is said, on Complaining Street. In the city of Never-Are Satisfied, The River of Discontent beside. They growl at that, and they growl at this; Whatever comes there is something amiss; And whether their station be high or humble, They are known by the name of Grumble. The weather is always too hot or too cold, Summer and winter alike they scold; Nothing goes right with the folks you meet Down on that gloomy Complaining Street. They growl at the rain, and they growl at the sun; In fact, their growling is never done. And if everything pleased them, there isn't a doubt They'd growl that they'd nothing to grumble about! And the worst thing is that if anyone stays Among them too long he will learn their ways, And before he dreams of the terrible jumble He's adopted into the family of Grumble. So it were wisest to keep our feet >From wandering into Grumbling Street. And never to growl whatever we do, Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers too. Walk A Little Plainer Daddy Walk a little plainer daddy Said a little boy so frail, I'm following your footsteps and I don't want to fail. Sometimes your steps are plain Sometimes they are hard to see, So walk a little plainer Daddy. For you are leading me." I know that once you walked This way many years ago, What you did along the way I'd really like to know For sometimes when I'm tempted I don't know what to do So walk a little plainer, Daddy, For I must follow you. Someday when I'm grown up. You are like I want to be, Then I will have a little boy Who will want to follow me And I want to lead him right. And help him to be true So walk a little plainer, Daddy For we must follow you. What Do Angels Look Like? Like the little old lady who returned ~ your wallet yesterday. Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes ~ light up the world, when you smile. Like the small child who showed you ~ the wonder in simple things. Like the poor man who offered to ~ share his lunch with you. Like the rich man who showed you that it ~ really is all possible, if only you believe. Like the stranger who just happened to come along, ~ when you had lost your way. Like the friend who touched your heart, ~ when you didn't think you had one to touch. Angels come in all sizes and shapes, ~ all ages and skin types. Some with freckles, some with dimples, ~ some with wrinkles, some without. They come disguised as friends, enemies, ~ teachers, students, lovers and fools. They don't take life too seriously, ~ They travel light. They leave no forwarding address, ~ They ask nothing in return. They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, ~ They get a deal on dry cleaning. They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but They are everywhere you look, ~ when you choose to see. Victorious Attitude You cannot win the race, Unless you follow through. You cannot blame the others, For it all depends on you. You cannot win the battle, If you do not raise your sword. You cannot claim a victory, If there is no reward. You cannot shape the future, If you wait until it's here. The future has no purpose, If you live today in fear. Your future lies within your hand, To do with what you may. For tomorrow brings results, Of what you've done today. The choices that you make today, Reflect the life you seek. But first of all, the seeds are sown, Before the gardener reaps. The future's like a lump of clay, You hold within your hand. As time goes by, the clay gets hard, So mold it while you can. Failure is an attitude, That haunts the mind of man. But, results will be successful, For the one who knows HE CAN! .The Sin of Omission It isn't the thing you do, dear, Its the thing you leave undone That gives you a bit of a heartache At setting of the sun. The tender work forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flowers you did not send, dear, Are your haunting ghosts at night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way; The bit of heartsome counsel You were hurried too much to say; The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle, winning tone Which you had no time nor thought for With troubles enough of your own. Those little acts of kindness So easily out of mind, Those chances to be angels Which we poor mortals find~ They come in night and silence, Each sad, reproachful wraith, When hope is faint and flagging, And a chill has fallen on faith. For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all to great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late: And it isn't the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone Which gives you a bit of heartache At the setting of the sun. Nobody If nobody smiled and nobody cared and nobody helped us along. If every moment looked after itself and good things always went to the strong; If nobody cared just a little about you and nobody cared at all about me, and we stood alone, in the battle of life, What a dreary old world this would be. Life is sweet, because of friends we've made and the things which in common we share. We want to live on, not because of ourselves, but because of the people who care. It is doing and giving for somebody else on which all of life's splendor depends. The joy of this world, when you sum it up, is found in the making of friends. Not Yet Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this Your will?" It's then I hear You answer me, "My Precious child . . . be still." Sometimes I feel frustrated, 'Cause I think I know what's best. It's then I hear You say to me, "My busy child . . . just rest." Sometimes I feel so lonely And I think I'd like a mate. Your still small voice gets oh, so clear And says, "My child . . . please wait." "I know the plans I have for you, The wondrous things you'll see; If you can just be patient, child, And put your trust in Me. I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow. There's much I do you cannot see And much you do not know. But know this, child . . . I love you! You are precious unto Me. Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny. I've something very special I hope for you to learn. The gifts I wish to give to you Are gifts you cannot earn. They come without a price tag, But not without a cost; At Calvary, I gave My Son, So you would not be lost. Rest child, and do not weary Of doing what is good. I promise I'll come back for you Just like I said I would. Your name is written on My palm, I never could forget; Therefore, do not be discouraged when My answer is . . . "Not Yet" No Time I knelt to pray but not for long I had too much to do. Must hurry off and get to work For bills would soon be due. And as I said a hurried prayer Jumped up from off my knee. My Christian duty now was done My soul could be at ease. All through the day I had no time To speak a word of Cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friend They'd laugh at me I feared. No time - No time too much to do That was my constant cry. No time to give to those in need At last it was time to die. And when before the Lord I came I stood with down cast eyes. Within His hand He held a book It was the BOOK OF LIFE. He looked in the book and said "Your name I can not find. I once was going to write it down But never found the time." If I could . . . If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you, And share with you its beauty The days you're feeling blue. If I could build a mountain You could call it your very own. A place to find serenity, A place to be alone. If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea, But all these things I'm finding Are impossible for me. I cannot build you a mountain Or catch you a rainbow fair, But let me be what I do best, A friend that's always there. Proverbs 18:24 (NLT) "There are 'friends' who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother." Forgiveness Forgiveness with His nail-scarred hand, Reaches out in love. He sits upon a jasper throne, On high in Heaven above. No longer does a crown of thorns, Sit upon His head. The crown of thorns is now replaced With a golden crown instead. The garment that Forgiveness wears Is one of snowy white. Symbolic of His cleansing blood, That removes your every blight. Thirty-nine lashes on His back, He bore them all for you. And by each stripe, you can be healed When you are born anew. Jesus is Forgiveness. He yearns to hear you cry. "Lord, save me and forgive me." And He stands ready to comply. His mercy is renewed each day. His grace forever abounds. Enter into His loving arms, Where peace and love is found. You’ll want to sing and praise Him, As He sits upon His throne. And because He is Forgiveness, One day you’ll share His home. How many friends do you have? Think about it.... The old man turned to me and asked "How many friends have you?" Why 10 or 20 Friends have I, And named off just a few-- He rose quite slow with effort And sadly shook his head "A lucky child you are To have so many friends," he said, But think of what you're saying There is so much you do not know A friend is just not someone to whom you say "Hello" A friends a tender shoulder on which to softly cry A well to poor your troubles down and raise your spirits high A friend is a hand to pull you up From darkness and despair... when all your other "so called" friends Have helped to put you there A true friend is an ally who can't be moved or bought a voice to keep your name alive when others have forgot But most of all a friend is a heart a strong and sturdy wall for from the hearts of friends There comes the greatest love of all So think of what I've spoken for every word is true And answer once again my child How many friends have you?? And then he stood and faced me Awaiting my reply Softly I answered If Lucky...... One Have "I" You Are An Angel To Me In my whole life, There is no one else like you. Someone who changed my life, Just by being you. You are an angel to me. The music of your laughter Still lightens my inner ear. You showed me you believe, That there really is good here. You are an angel for me. You showed me that you care, When I was really down, You never turned away, Nor showed me a saddened frown. You are an angel beside me. Even when you are sad and blue, And life is hard on you, You spare me one more smile, Just like God's loving child. You are God's angel to me. You have done so much for me, And given me your time. I have a gift for you, With this imperfect rhyme. Thank you my angel friend. |
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