Poems Page 8 ~ Grandma Faith's Website

~ Poems Page 8 ~

Poems that have been received up to & including June 23, 2007, will be posted on my website when time permits, but due to an overwhelming response I will no longer be accepting any new poems. THANK YOU all for your submissions.

I OFTEN WONDER ABOUT LIFE

I often wonder about life
Why there is sorrow,
Why there is strife
I know God is watching over me
It is sometimes I cannot see

Thank you Lord
For your Son
He has paid the price
For all I have done
Now I will often sing
Jesus my Lord
My Everything

by Lana Greer, Amherstview, ON Canada
(with permission 3/13/2007)

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A WALK WITH GOD

Last night I took a walk with God, he said there is not to fear
Then whispered sweet serenity, that only I could hear
He said my dear you have lost your faith, how can I make you see
A joyous life now could be yours, if you believe in me
He said you must forget the past, unless it makes you strong
Forget your days of troubled youth, and things that you have done wrong
He said you must forgive the ones, who hurt you long ago
And let me decide the fate for each, that only I will know
For each one walks alone my dear, and can only do their best
And reaching out for help each day, will be your biggest test
And then I heard a robin, singing in the trees
I felt my higher power, and I dropped down on my knees
I ask him to forgive me, for doubting him so long
Because I knew without his loving hand, I would never be this strong.

by Andrea J Savoy, New Brunswick, Canada
(with permission 3/13/2007)

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YES - I DO BELIEVE

I cannot make the robin sing
the songs for you and me
I cannot make the rainbow hue
that in all of life we see

I cannot make the forest glade
the rippling brook I hear
Nor can I put the sun up high
nor control a tiny tear

I cannot make a golden leaf
pastelled with colors bright
I cannot tell the stars to shine
a glorious, wonderful sight

I cannot tell my heartstrings
who or what to love
All these things I cannot do
come from The Lord above

Yes, My Friend, I do believe
for His gifts all say "I Care"
And since we cannot do these things
Thank God - "He" lets us share

by Doug Frederick, Holly, Michigan
© Mr. Doug (with permission 3/13/2007)

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JESUS PAID THE PRICE

Give your heart to Jesus
he gave his life for you,
just asking his forgivness
that's all you have to do.

Don't wait till it's too late
for the day is soon to come,
when Jesus will return
to take his people home.

Just raise your hands to him
pray with all your heart and soul,
then your life will be complete
God will make you whole.

He knows we are not perfect
our sins we cannot hide,
his son Jesus paid the price for us
when on that cross he died.

So before you go to sleep each night
close your eyes and pray,
forgive me of my sins dear Lord
thank you for guiding me through the day.

And now that I excepted you Lord
as my personal savior,
I want to serve you right
by watching my behavior.

So on bended knees I pray
please open my eyes to see,
so I may show my brothers and sisters
your precious love through me. Amen.

by Everett C Reams, Winston, OR
(with permission 3/13/2007)

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DEDICATED TO MY ANGEL, LOVE YOUR PRINCESS

I met you not to long ago,
I fell in love with you with all my heart and soul!
You were so sweet, loving, and kind,
You treated me like a princess all of the time.
You were never mean, nasty, or rude,
And for that alone is some of why I love you.
You came not only into my heart, but into my soul,
I feel like when God made you, He threw away the mold.
When I was sad, feeling lonely and down,
I knew all I had to do was call, and you were around.
You made me laugh, you made me smile,
You made my life seem all worthwhile.
You were my Guardian Angel, sent from Heaven above,
And I just don't think you know how much you are loved.
You even sang me to sleep one night on the phone,
That was the first time I didn't feel alone.
You called me you're little greeneyed princess and
It melted my heart. I knew I loved you from the start.
You are my Angel, and you will be until the end of time
for I love you and your my one and only true VALENTINE!

©2007 by Lori Ann Rice, Goshen, Indiana
(with permission 3/13/2007)

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MARRED IN THE HANDS OF THE POTTER

Just clay in the hands of the Potter;
Yielded to his hands embrace.
Destined for a chosen vessel,
To show forth his glory and grace.

Pressed by the hands of the Potter,
Pressed beyond measure it seems.
Squeezed to remove all the rubble,
And reshape my own shattered dreams.

Marred in the hands of the Potter,
Not by some external force.
Why hast thou chosen to form me thus?
I cry out to him in remorse.

Not marred by the hands of the Potter;
While held in his tender embrace.
But formed to another vessel,
Through his infinite mercy and grace.

Molded by the hands of the Potter;
Shaped to the design he desires.
Formed to reveal his own likeness;
Then gently placed into the fire.

Fired by the hand of the Potter;
I cry out to him in my pain.
O why must I stay in the fire?
How long in the kiln must remain?

Filled by the hand of the Potter;
Filled to the brim, from above.
Only to be emptied and poured out,
To show forth to others his love.

Used by the hand of the Potter;
A vessel of his own design.
A vessel to show forth his likeness,
But none of the glory is mine.

by H. F. Nevers Oct 3/05, Brockville, ON Canada
(with permission 3/13/2007)

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It builds up inside of me
Then all of a sudden it bursts
Tears cascading down my face
Hands reaching out
Trying to hold on
But to what?
I realize then that it's gone
All hope for life
All friends who cared
I let go of what little I have left
And Fall
Falling and falling
Deeper into a Timeless Pit of Insanity

by Melissa Austin 6/30/06, Union, WA
(with permission 3/16/2007)

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LIFE BRIEFLY HELD

I held it briefly in my hand
was youthful, did not understand
This fragile life my eyes beheld
forever to my heart would weld
I'd really change it if I could
that thing unknown now understood
And after grief's most mournful song
did come to find where souls belong
But the past will not be changed
like dust cannot be rearranged
That voice it passes overhead
in wind alive though flesh be dead
Now I hold it seeing more
than in the younger days before
More precious is it in my sight
yet temporal even this delight

by ~ Georgie A. Ulberg ~
Thompsonville, Michigan
(with permission 3/16/2007)

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