Poetry

When I think of childhood days
I think about my mom.
She shared with me her poetry, her laughter and her song.

She gave to me a precious gift that has enriched my life,
And given me a quiet place, refuge from care and strife.

Though she grew up in poverty
in a little fishing town,
And though she had but little school
the way to learning found.

She always had a book with her to read of other worlds,
Of Russia and of India,
of coral reefs and pearls .

And through the long years of her life, however hard and grey,
She wrote a little book of verse that brightened up the way.

Poems she read in books and papers
or had heard somewhere.
She wrote them down and treasured them
sunbeams in daily care.

This was the gift she gave to me,
I was her only son.
This treasure I have still with me
though her sweet life has gone.

And many poems know by heart
and say them often too,
Till memory of my mother
and a joy for ever new.

For in the words of poets great are keys to our heart’s door.
We see that we are not alone, its all been felt before.

The beauty of the sunrise,
the surge of inner pain,
The joys and sorrows of our
life in them we live again.

 

Five Little Stones

We are five little stones for God
Our fellowship so sweet,
And we have met these fourteen years
Around the Master’s feet.

When all the world is going mad
And rushing after sin
The weekly meeting in our home
Helps keep us close to Him.

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With confidence and faith
And many answers we receive
Given in God’s love and grace.

And as we read Your Holy Word
New truth to us You give
Open our spirit’s inner eyes
And show us how to live

When David would Goliath slay
He went down to the brook (Read 1 Samuel 17)
And to be used within his sling
Five rounded stones he took.

And with his weapon primitive
He did a giant kill
And saved his people from the wrath
Of enemies from hell.

We are but five stones from the brook
Lord take our pleas so weak
And with our worship mingle them
As You, dear Lord, we seek.

Yes, out of weakness make us strong
And powerful in Your hand
And may our prayers bless and revive
Your folk in many lands.

O what a fellowship so deep
As we seek Your face and sing!
A fragrance from a coming world
The fragrance of God
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“Then those who feared the Lord talked with each
other, and the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of
remembrance was written in His presence concerning
those who feared the Lord and honored His name.
“They will be mine.” says the Lord Almighty “in the day when I make up My treasured p ossession.””
Malachi 3:16,17.

Bread and Fishes

It was a sunny morning
When we started on our way
The sky was blue and cloudless
Yes, just a perfect day

Together with my playmates
To see the Prophet great
We followed with a multitude
That passed outside our gate

People had come from far away
To hear His words from heaven
To feel the healing touch of love
And know their sins forgiven

Mother gave me lunch to eat
Five loaves and fishes two
“And don’t forget,” she said to me,
“This food is just for you”

It seemed we’d never reach the place
Where the great Prophet stood
Mile after weary mile we walked
To see this Teacher good

Then suddenly I saw Him there
Standing upon a hill
Power was in the atmosphere
Within I felt a thrill

I crept up quietly to the front
To find a place so choice
I longed to see His healing works
And hear His powerful voice

And oh the wonders that I saw
Are hard for me to tell
The blind, the lame, the deaf He healed
Drove out the powers of hell
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Time passed so quickly as I watched
And kept close to His side
I had not thought of food all day
My bag I’d laid aside

And now with evening coming soon
I heard the Master say
“How can we feed this multitude
And send them strong away?”
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I overheard the Master’s words
His group of friends within
I ran to one of them and said
“I’ll give my food to Him!”

Jesus received my offering small
He smiled at me and said
“Dear Father, thank you for this gift”
And then He broke the bread

The people all sat down and ate
Till they were satisfied
And then we started home again
Contented, side by side

I learned a lesson on that day
Which I will share with you
Give what you have to Jesus Christ
And He will bless it too

The little that you think so small
Unworthy Him to give
Broken within God’s loving hands
Can make the hungry live.