Some Of My Favorite Poems - Enjoy

[The Crusader]

"I AM ONLY ONE"
by Edward Everett Hale

 am only one, but I am one.
I cannot do everything, but I can do something.
What I can do, I ought to do.
And what I ought to do, By the grace of God I shall do!

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[The Crusader]

LET GO
Author Unknown

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
In peace, to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
In ways that were my own.
Finally I took them back and said,
"Dear God, why are you so slow?"
"My child," He said, "what could I do?
You never did let go."

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[The Crusader]

A FATHER'S EXAMPLE
by Edgar A. Guest

There are little eyes upon you,
And they're watching night and day
There are little ears that listen
To every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
To do the things you do;
And a little boy who's dreaming
Of the day he'll be like you.
You're the little fellow's idol,
You're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind, about you
No suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly,
Holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way
When he's grown up just like you.
There's a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you're always right;
And his ears are always open
As he watches day and night.
You are setting an example
Every day in all you do,
For the little boy who's waiting
To grow up to be like you.

[The Crusader]

GIMMICKS
by Gene Sutton

It seems that churches everywhere are doing things today
To try to bring their attendance up by giving things away.
They're running buses all over town in a way they think is dandy
Giving all the boys and girls that ride some bubble gum or candy.
And maybe they'll have a contest give the winner a free plane ride
Or offer them a ten-speed bike that would make one swell with pride.
God does not use this kind of plan to save one from his sin
But uses visitation to bring the sinner in.
So if you're using this unscriptural plan perhaps you'd better stop
Or your rewards in heaven might be just a lollipop.

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[The Crusader]

GRACE OF GOD
by Carlos C. Beam

ut for Grace, my soul had perished,
Withered as the desert sand;
Gone to shadows, and tormented,
But for Grace's perfect plan!
But for God's unceasing Mercy,
But for Calvary's sacrifice;
I had wandered, blind and thirsting,
Fell to Satan's grim device.
But the blessed blood of Jesus,
Shed upon that cruel tree;
Called me from the ling'ring shadows,
Saved my soul, and rescued me!
But for Grace, O Grace perfected,
But for love's undying flame;
I had never hoped in Jesus,
Ne'er had even known His name!

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[The Crusader]

GOD'S HANDWRITTING
Author Unknown

He writes in characters too grand
For our short sight to understand;
We catch but broken strokes, and try
To fathom all the mystery Of withered hopes, of death, of life,
The endless war, the useless strife--
But there, with larger, clearer sight,
We shall see this--His way was right.

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[sincereheart]

This has become one of my favorite threads! Some of these are ones I had forgotten and some are new to me. But all are wonderful illustrations of Scripture!


My apologies for being so greedy.....
More?  

[The Crusader]

This has become one of my favorite threads! Some of these are ones I had forgotten and some are new to me. But all are wonderful illustrations of Scripture!


My apologies for being so greedy.....
More?  

Just for you

More on friday.
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END OF THE JOURNEY
Author Unknown

Light after darkness, gain after loss;
Strength after weakness, crown after cross;
Sweet after bitter, hope after fears;
Home after wandering, praise after tears;
Sheaves after sowing, sun after rain;
Sight after mystery, peace after pain;
Joy after sorrow, calm after blast;
Rest after weariness, sweet rest at last;
Near after distant, gleam after gloom;
Love after loneliness, life after tomb;
After long agony, rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway, leading to this.

[TigerLily]

these are beautiful "Crusader" thank u so much for sharing them!! poetry is such a beautiful way to express yourself!
keep them comin'  

TL

[The Crusader]

these are beautiful "Crusader" thank u so much for sharing them!! poetry is such a beautiful way to express yourself!
keep them comin'  

TL

Amen Sister, and your welcome.

More on friday

Your friend and brother

The Crusader
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[The Crusader]

OPPORTUNITIES MISSED
Author Unknown

There was a very cautious man
Who never laughed or played
He never risked, he never tried
He never sang or prayed
And when he one day passed away
His insurance was denied
For since he never really lived
They claimed he never died.

[The Crusader]

SEIZING OPPORTUNITY
by Helen Steiner Rice

 see the dew glisten as a new day is born
And I hear the birds sing on the wings of the morn
As God wraps up the night and tucks it away
And hangs out the sun to herald a new day --
A day yet unblemished by what's gone before,
A chance to begin and start over once more.

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[The Crusader]

DON'T QUIT
Author Unknown

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out,
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow...
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tints of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you musn't quit.

[The Crusader]

DUTY OF SELF DENIAL
Author Unknown

I had walked life's path with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;
And then by chance in a quiet place--
I met my Master face to face.
With station and rank and wealth for goal,
Much thought for body but none for soul,
I had entered to win this life's mad race--
When I met my Master face to face.
I had built my castles, reared then high,
Till their towers had pierced the blue of the sky;
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace--
When I met my Master face to face.
I met Him and knew Him, and blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me;
And I faltered, and fell at His feet that day
While my castles vanished and melted away.
Melted and vanished; and in their place
I saw naught else but my Master's face;
And I cried aloud: "Oh, make me meet
To follow the marks of Thy wounded feet."
My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again
Ever since alone in that holy place
My Master and I stood face to face.

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[The Crusader]

SPIRITUAL GROWTH
(From "Our Daily Bread")

Two natures struggle in my breast:
The one is foul, the other blest.
The "new" I love - the "old" I hate,
The one I feed will dominate.

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