On browsing through an old book of verse given by a dear friend, we came across
a few we thought worth sharing with you.
We hope that you enjoy them as much
as we did, and that they bring back a few memories and tug some chords.
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...
and the Master so gently said," Wait."
"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I relate..
hangs in the balance and you tell me to Wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
as my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine..
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me...
When darkness and silence are all you can see.
You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT". By
What if you slept?
And what if,
In your sleep
And what if,
In your dream,
You went to heaven
And there plucked
A strange and
And what if,
When you awoke,
You had the flower
In your hand? by
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
ABOU BEN ADHEM
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:-
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" - The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cherrily still; and said, "I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."
The angel wrote and vanish'd. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
by Leigh Hunt.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it
And (which is more) you'll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
by Thomas Moore
MAKERS OF ETERNITY
Isn't it strange, that princes and kings
and clowns that frolic in circus rings,
and ordinary folk like you and me
are makers of eternity.
For each is given a bag of tools,
An hourglass, and a book of rules;
And each shall have built when his hour has flown,
a stumbling block or a stepping stone.
One step upon another and the longest walk is ended,
one stitch upon another and the longest rent is mended,
so never be discouraged by the things you have to do,
and think that such a mighty task you never shall get through;
Just endeavour day by day, another point to gain,
and soon the mountain that you feared
will have become a plain.
by R Lee Sharpe
THE ROSE BEYOND THE WALL
A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches, straight and tall....
One day, a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide -
The rose bent gently towards its warmth
Then passed beyond to the other side...
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted - the rose blooms there -
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurturned by God's own loving care. Author unknown
DO NOT CRY FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die. Author Unknown
A thousand words couldn't bring you back,
I know because I tried.
Neither could a thousand tears,
I know because I cried.
You left behind a broken heart,
and happy memories too,
but I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
FOREVER YOU'LL BE!
But I am left standing
But I am left caring.
A complete feeling of you
Takes over when I'm alone
And to close my eyes
Brings me to you, close to home.
You bring me through hard times
And are with me when they're good
Because when I feel I can't go on
I imagine standing where we have stood.
Days feel like months
And months feel like years
The pain gets so strong and unbearable
And then come the tears.
But wait, close your eyes and thoughts
Imagine, take in and think
What am I sad for, you're here with me
And into your arms I will sink.
Weightless and breathless
Time stands still
And just your voice
Brings back all of my will.
I am so scared to love
For it might vanish
But the risk is worth taking
So those thoughts I will banish.
Free my mind
Of all harsh things
For there is no bad in you
And happiness time brings.
The days are long
And how my heart aches
But in the end
It's worth all the stakes.
All of my love
Goes straight to you
Forever you'll be
In my heart and soul too. (Kelli Ramm)
Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know
Don't tell me how I will survive, how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me
Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie
Don't tell me how to suffer, don't tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see
But I need you and I need your love unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share
Just hold my hand and let me cry and say
"My friend............... I care." Unknown
ABOUT THE WEATHER
It ain't no use to grumble and complain;
It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice;
When Gods sorts out the weather and sends rain,
W'y, rain's my choice.
by James Whitcomb Riley
we couldn't resist this one!
The rabbit has a charming face:
Its private life is a disgrace.
I really dare not name to you
The awful things that rabbits do;
Things that your paper never prints -
You only mention them in hints.
They have such lost, degraded souls
No wonder they inhabit holes;
When such depravity is found
It only can live underground.