Your Grace - a poem
For your grace
for all what you have done,
You saved my life
with your sacrifice ~ to save a life like mine.
On the Cross, you shed your blood,
for all, not just one...
You gave your ALL, to save us all, from a life of sin.
written by Mary Smith
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Friday, August 19, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Prayer Without Words
Prayer Without Words - A poem by Martha Snell Nicholson
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
I take my heart in my two hands,
And hold it before the Lord.
I'm so glad He understands.
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
My spirit bows before His feet,
And with His hand upon my head,
We hold communion, silent, sweet.
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
For I am tired and long for rest,
My weary heart finds all it needs
Upon the Saviour's gentle breast.
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
I take my heart in my two hands,
And hold it before the Lord.
I'm so glad He understands.
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
My spirit bows before His feet,
And with His hand upon my head,
We hold communion, silent, sweet.
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
For I am tired and long for rest,
My weary heart finds all it needs
Upon the Saviour's gentle breast.
Friday, August 12, 2016
The Land of "Pretty Soon"
A poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox- 1902
I know a land where the streets are paved
With the things we meant to achieve.
It is walled with the money we meant to have saved,
And the pleasures for which we grieve.
The kind words unspoken, the promises broken,
And many a coveted boon
Are stowed away there, in that land somewhere --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
There are uncut jewels of possible fame
Lying about in the dust,
And many a noble and lofty aim
Covered with mold and rust;
And oh, this place, while it seems so near,
Is further away than the moon;
Though our purpose is fair, yet we never get there --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
The road that leads to that mystic land
Is strewed with pitiful wrecks,
And the ships that have sailed for its shining strand
Bear skeletons on their decks.
It is further at noon than it was at dawn, And further at night than at noon;
Oh, let us beware of the that land down there --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
I know a land where the streets are paved
With the things we meant to achieve.
It is walled with the money we meant to have saved,
And the pleasures for which we grieve.
The kind words unspoken, the promises broken,
And many a coveted boon
Are stowed away there, in that land somewhere --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
There are uncut jewels of possible fame
Lying about in the dust,
And many a noble and lofty aim
Covered with mold and rust;
And oh, this place, while it seems so near,
Is further away than the moon;
Though our purpose is fair, yet we never get there --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
The road that leads to that mystic land
Is strewed with pitiful wrecks,
And the ships that have sailed for its shining strand
Bear skeletons on their decks.
It is further at noon than it was at dawn, And further at night than at noon;
Oh, let us beware of the that land down there --
The land of "Pretty Soon".
Do A Kindness
A poem from 1902, by Helen K. Chace
Do a kindness, do it well;
Angels will the story tell.
Do a kindness; tell it not;
Angel hands will mark the spot.
Do a kindness; count no gain;
Angels sing it in refrain.
Do a kindness; through no story
It may grace, 'twill ring in glory.
Do a kindness; though 'tis small.
Angels' voices sing it all.
Do a kindness; never mind!
what you lose the angels find
Do a kindness; small or great,
'Twill come back in double weight.
Do a kindness; never fret!
No good deed has been lost yet.
Do a kindness; Do it now!
Angels know it all somehow.
Do a kindness any time;
Angels weave it into rhyme.
Kindly deeds, and thoughts and words,
Bless the world like songs of birds.
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