I'm a Rhymer. The first time I remember writing a poem was for the school newspaper, the Clarion. I wasn't too keen on poems until I started writing about God. There's no end to the inspiration that comes from thinking about Him and reading the Bible.
I believe He gives the words for many of my poems. I can tell the difference when I am writing in my own power, and when I am depending on God and He is telling me what to write. Sometimes it is as if He is dictating the words; other times I wake with words in my mind and know they are important and must be made into a poem.
One of my favorite poets is Ruth Graham, Blly Graham's wife. Her poems have heart, and that's what I strive for in my writing.
My brother Ted has written many more poems than I have. Different style, and he breaks some of the rules I strive so hard to keep. He's with Jesus now. Strangely, he left this earth the day I was celebrating my mechanical heart valve's 25th birthday. Life and death, the never-ending cycle. I think I have a poem called Life Cycles. I'll have to look it up...............so many poems............
I do hope you enjoy visiting my den. Let me know what you think.
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)
"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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When I first wrote this bio, Billl and I had been married 55 years. The statistics are: both married at age 19 (he's 3 months older than I am) 5 children--4 daughters and 1 son, 13 grandchildren + 3 step-grandchildren. After our son was born, it seemed appropriate to let him be the caboose!
When we were dating, "Our Song" was To Know, Know, Know Him Is to Love, Love, Love Him.
UPDATE: AS OF 2017, 3 GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN HAVE BEEN ADDED TO OUR FAMILY.....LILYANN, MAGGIE AND COOPER. WHAT A BLESSING THEY ARE!
I wrote "Old Love, The Best Love" to celebrate our 50 years together.
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!
Did I hear someone say, "God is just a crutch"?
MY WHEELCHAIR, (i.e. "Jazzy," "Hoveround," "Scooter")
You say God’s a crutch;
You’re correct, I agree --
He’s my constant companion
Who’s always here for me.
I don’t need to worry
or fret all the time --
God is my “Hoveround”
Ever present, He is mine.
When I feel depressed
From the cares of the day,
He is my “Jazzy,”
Who “Scoots” the gloom away.
He’s my unfailing wheelchair
Who carries me around;
He strengthens my soul
When fierce trials abound.
When friction has wounded,
And I’m weakened within,
He draws near to help me
As I lean hard on Him.
He’s not just my crutch,
He’s my doctor, my nurse;
My caring God and Savior,
He’s almighty and diverse.
So call Him my crutch
Or whatever you will.
Till the end of my days,
I'll be trusting Him still!
John 15:5
“I am the vine; you are the branches.
If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit;
apart from me you can do nothing.”
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