Some Of My Favorite Poems - Enjoy

[sincereheart]

Ooh! I've missed quite a few! Keep 'em coming! It's like a bunch of presents to open!  









'Cept for that 'Yellow Pages' one! I've never liked that one! *sniff*  

[The Crusader]

Ooh! I've missed quite a few! Keep 'em coming! It's like a bunch of presents to open!  









'Cept for that 'Yellow Pages' one! I've never liked that one! *sniff*  

In the near future

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[sincereheart]

In the near future  

I look forward to it!   While I wait, I'll re-read...

Earthen vessels

God uses earthen vessels,
All battered and scarred
As clear ringing bells,
Tho' the bell is marred.

It's the music so clear
With God's message to tell,
That first catches the ear,
Not the sight of the bell.

God pulls the heart-strings
With His Message true,
That even the bell sings,
As tho' it was new.

God in a marred vessel,
Now that is a pair;
With God ringing the bell
Music fills the air.

The vessel gets older,
But polished inside.
Its sound is louder
With God there to abide.

Alive, tho' once crucified!
The sound seems to swell.
Arose to glorify!
Behold a shining bell.

2 Corinthians 4:7

--Mrs. Anna Lee Walker

 
 

[sincereheart]

 

[Symphony]

I wanted the gold and I got it
'Came out with a fortune last fall.
But somehow life isn't what I thought it
And somehow the gold isn't all.


(the Canadian poet Robert Service, from his 'Cremation of Sam McGee')


     

[Ambassador4Christ]

No Chance To Be Born!

While I was alive in my mother’s womb, And my life was taken from me too soon. God did, You ever have a plan for me? If You did, I guess it was never meant to be. Lord You must have known I’d never be born, even before, I was ever formed. If only I’d had the chance to say, Mom couldn’t you just give me away. I wish I had known what it would have been like, If I’d ever been able to ride a bike. Or to run and play with other little boys, And had a lot of friends and a lot of toys. And grown up to have Children all of my own, But that is too late “I’m already home” By –Connie Spivey

[sincereheart]

   

[sincereheart]

It's April now.....

[sincereheart]

Earthen vessels

God uses earthen vessels,
All battered and scarred
As clear ringing bells,
Tho' the bell is marred.

It's the music so clear
With God's message to tell,
That first catches the ear,
Not the sight of the bell.

God pulls the heart-strings
With His Message true,
That even the bell sings,
As tho' it was new.

God in a marred vessel,
Now that is a pair;
With God ringing the bell
Music fills the air.

The vessel gets older,
But polished inside.
Its sound is louder
With God there to abide.

Alive, tho' once crucified!
The sound seems to swell.
Arose to glorify!
Behold a shining bell.

2 Corinthians 4:7

--Mrs. Anna Lee Walker

 

[Warrior For Christ]

A VOICE FROM ETERNITY
Author Unknown

You lived next door to me for years
We shared our dreams, our joys, our tears,
A friend to me you were indeed--
A friend who helped me when in need.
My faith in you was strong and sure
We had such trust as should endure,
No spats between us ever rose
Our friends were alike, also our foes.
What sadness, then, my friend, to find
That after all, you weren't so kind.
The day my life on earth did end
I found you weren't a faithful friend...
For all those years we spent on earth,
You never talked of Second Birth,
You never spoke of my lost soul
And of the Christ Who'd make me whole.
I plead today from hell's cruel fire
And tell you now my last desire,
You cannot do a thing for me,
No words today my bonds will free.
But do not err, my friend, again,
Do all you can for souls of men,
Plead with them now quite earnestly
Lest they be cast in hell with me.

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This one is my Gem for today.

Thanks for posting it.

[Shylynne]

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.

My mother gave me this poem on a bookmark when I was going thru one of the worst of times, no telling how many times I read the words over and over and found strength to go on thru them...although I never told her...let me remind everyone  today that the words you speak or write  in a souls darkest hour may become part of their lifeline...God oft uses the smallest and seemingly most insignificant of things we have to offer ...to light someone else`s path...thank you for sharing crusader!

[Brother Love]

How Many Seeds

How many seeds have you sown, my friend? Have you put them in a heart

or thrown them to the wind?

O, be faithful to plant,

and water as you sow

Then your seeds will sprout, come forth, and grow!

[Brother Love]

A FAITHFUL SAYING (I TIM. 1:15)

By Cornelius R. Stam

A faithful saying this,
The heart of heavens scheme:
Christ Jesus came into the world
Vile sinners to redeem.

For love of sinful men
He left His throne on high
And stooped to bear the accursed cross,
For sinful men to die.

Nor did He only save
From hell and wrath to come,
But raised us from our sinful state
To dwell on high with Him.

How great, how infinite,
The debt of love we owe!
How can we now do less than live
For Him who loved us so?

- C.R.S.

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[Brother Love]

The Church

If I started a Church for this generation,
it would be by the Gospel of Pauls Revelation.
Listen my friend to what I have to say,
there be no tradition of men to get in the way.
No water for Baptism but by the Spirit is right,
we'll walk by Faith not by sight.
Now when it comes to Tithing you'll be please to give a share, it would come from your Heart not out of despire.
The Word would mean what it says and say what it means,
there be no disapointments or any in betweens.
For Paul gives us guide lines without a Law,
from Romans to Philemon it's well worth it all.
For we are one Body and we'll make a strong stand,
with the Helmet of Salvation and the Sword of Truth in our hand.

For every time we are together and meet behind these doors, we'll know we're complete in Him the Risen Glorified Lord.


Edward B. Yarber, Jr.

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[sincereheart]

God Must Be A Cowboy At Heart

He made the canyons, the rocks and the rills

And He owns the cattle on ten thousand hills…

He was born in a stable…on a prairie so dark…

God must be a cowboy, a cowboy at heart.

 


He rode into a city on a donkey one day.

The colt was unbroken, but he rode anyway…

And one day, says the Bible, He’s coming again…

On a white horse with armies and posses of men.

 


God must be a cowboy; He’s at home on the range…

He made the wild horses that still roam the plains…

He’s at home in the saddle. He’s at home on the ground.

He’s a down to earth cowboy, and He’s always around.

 


He can tame the wild horses. He rides on the wind.

And as time gallops by us, He’s coming again…

And from the last roundup, we need never part…

From God the Great Cowboy, the Cowboy at heart.

 


He’s God of the mountains, and God of the plains…

He rides in my saddle…holds on to my reins…

When I came to know Him-life had a new start.

He’s everything to me-He's a Cowboy at heart.

 


Oh won’t you come to Him and give Him your reins-

Let Him ride in your saddle through life’s hills and plains-

Then no ornery rustler can tear you apart…

From God the Great Cowboy…the Cowboy at heart.

 
For God is a Cowboy, a Cowboy at heart.



by: Patricia Boyd Jenson, November 1986