"We should not strive to have the name of God on our lips every moment. We do not need to talk about God constantly so much as to live in Him, so that His name lives in every part of our life.
Even though we may not be talking about God, or consciously acting as His spokesman at a particular time, we must act on every occasion as if God is actually using us as His mouthpiece in our words and deeds"..........Laszlo Tokes
The first piece of writing I remember was in 4th grade. My story was called "Phillip's Christmas Present." The teacher liked it so much she asked to keep it.
Being Editor of the school newspaper in high school gave lots of opportunities to write, but I have to laugh at the poems I wrote then.
When I became a Christian, I began to write a lot more, and God is still the inspiration behind most of my poems and stories.
Enjoy reading the few samples I've included here, and hopefully, you will be blessed (and want to read more)!
ROSEBUD
Like a rosebud I tenderly formed you;
Each petal I touched with My grace.
In colors of infinite beauty,
Your spirit reflecting My face.
A rosebud is sought for a season,
While beauty and fragrance remain,
But unfading beauty adorns you,
Who trust and abide in My Name.
Come, walk with Me closely, My child,
Your heart with My heart intertwine;
Come, bask in the fragrance of Jesus,
Till all the world knows you are Mine.
". . . . the fragrance of the knowledge of Him"
(2 Corinthians 2:14 NIV)
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"MISS WARRENE"
She was only a frail woman
in a body weak and worn,
but she had a warming smile,
and a song of praise each morn
"No Bible? Then, no breakfast!"
was her self-inflicted rule;
To her, the Holy Bible
was as priceless as a jewel
And the little children loved her
as they gathered all around;
In her quiet, gentle manner,
a caring friend they found.
She taught the neighborhood youngsters
to memorize God's Word,
then they went along to church with her -
such was her reward.
In front of all the church-folks,
the children would stand in a row,
flawlessly reciting
all the verses she'd taught them to know
While their happy, glowing teacher
beamed upon them in her joy,
sharing in her Lord's approval
of each precious girl and boy.
She was frugal to the penny
and "as skinny as a rail,"
but to share her meager offerings,
she was never known to fail
For each child she put out a saucer,
preparing with heartfelt pleasure;
On each one, a Macadamia nut --
to the children, it was a treasure
Her influence still lives on today,
though she's now in glory-land,
and the children still remember
what she seemed to understand:
Though you're young, or poor or frail,
God will bless you by His grace,
for His Father-love is greater
than the trials that you face;
And a cup of water given
in the Savior's loving Name
will bring overflowing blessings
worth far more than earthly fame.
"For whosoever shall give you
a cup of water to drink
in My Name,
because ye belong to Christ...
...he shall not lose his reward."
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May 21, 2010 was our 50th anniversary.
The pictureof Bill and me was taken at our anniversary party. We were married at age 19. "Our Song" was To Know, Know, Know Him Is to Love, Love, Love Him.
I wrote "Old Love, The Best Love" to celebrate our 50 years together: It was published in the magazine "Bread and Molasses." and later also was part of John Usalis' column "Wandering" in the Shamokin News Item.
Old Love, The Best Love
In the blush of first love, this wonder you will find:
Young love is discovery, filled with promise of youth.
Boundless, fulfilling, young love is so exciting,
But listen, my young friend, hear the wisdom of truth.
In the warmth of old love, this wonder you will find:
Old love is secure love, steadied by thye years;
Tempered in the fire, in God's love-glow purified,
Memories pervading, shared joys and mingled tears.
Old love is a strong love, forged by firm commitment;
Knowing one's thoughts before they are said aloud,
Friendship, two facing each challenge as one unit;
Finding that dear face in the midst of any crowd.
If you are discovering the joys of a young love,
I'm happy for you, and I pray God will bless;
If you remember love grows with unselfish giving,
Someday you, too, will know that old love is best.
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This one is for you:
Greeting for You
I cannot come to visit you --
I rarely drive the car.
I cannot walk to your house --
For me, it's just too far.
But one thing I know I can do
even as I sit at home --
I'll pick up paper and a pen
and write for you a poem!
A friendly smile and happy thoughts,
especially penned for you.
I'll write some love, include a hug,
to cheer you when you're blue.
I'll add a tea bag and I'll say,
"Let's drink a cup 'round seven."
Together-apart, still one at heart,
let's praise our God in heaven.
Even better than a visit,
a poem you'll tuck away
to remind you someone loves you
so much more than words can say!
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