Poems and Bible Verses
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A goodnight kiss for God
Lord, take away pain!
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How you can see God

A goodnight kiss for God

Soft falls the night,
The day grows dim,
To Thee I lift my evening hymn,
O Lord of dark and light.

My hands I raise,
A little spire,
And send my voice up high and higher
To Thee in happy praise.

For home and friend,
For books and toys,
For all the countless loves and joys
That Thou dost daily send.

Close Thou mine eyes,
That when the day
Returns once more from far away,
I may rejoicing rise.
"Evening Song" by Edith King


I will love You, O LORD, my strength.

The LORD is my rock
And my fortress
And my deliverer.

My God, my strength, in whom I trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation,
My stronghold.

... Let the words of my mouth
And the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer.
Psalm 18.1-2
Psalm 19.14

Lord, take away pain!

The cry of man's anguish went up unto God:
"Lord, take away pain!
The shadow that darkens the world You have made;
The close-coiling chain that strangles the heart;
The burden that weighs on the wings that would soar --
Lord, take away pain from the world You have made,
That we should love You more!"

Then answered God to the cry of His world:
"Shall I take away pain,
And with it the power of the soul to endure,
Made strong by the strain?
Shall I take away pity that knits heart to heart,
And sacrifice high?
Will you lose all your heroes that lift from the fire
White brows to the sky?
Shall I take away love, that redeems with a price,
And smiles at its loss?
Can you spare from your lives that would climb unto mine
The Christ on His cross?"
"Lord, Take Away Pain" by Anonymous


For the joy that was set before Him,
Jesus endured the cross,
Despising the shame,
And sat down at the right hand
Of the throne of God.

Since then we have a great High Priest who has passed into the heavens,
Jesus the Son of God,
Let us be strong in our faith!

We do not have a high priest who cannot be touched with the feelings of our infirmities.
Jesus was in all points tempted,
Just as we are,
Yet without sin.

Therefore let us come boldly to the throne of grace,
That we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Based on Hebrews 12.2; 4.14-15


For mother-love and father-care,
For brothers strong and sisters fair,
For love at home and here each day,
For guidance lest we go astray,
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee.

For flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet,
For song of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee.

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter through each night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For ev'rything Thy goodness sends,
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee.


Oh, give thanks to the LORD!
Call upon His name.
Make known His deeds among the people!

Sing to Him.
Sing psalms to Him.
Talk of all His wondrous works!
Glory in His holy name.

Let the hearts of those rejoice who seek the LORD!
First Chronicles 16.8-10

And therefore, I, William Bradford
(by the grace of God today,
and the franchise of this good people),
Governor of Plymouth, say --
Through virtue of vested power --

Ye shall gather with one accord,
And hold in the month of November,
Thanksgiving unto the Lord.

"The First Thanksgiving Day, 1622" - Martha Junkin Preston

Man works from sun to sun,
But woman's work is never done.

Little Kiana was a typical four-year-old girl -- cute, inquisitive, bright as a new penny. When Kiana expressed difficulty in grasping the concept of marriage, her Dad decided to pull out his wedding photo album, thinking that visual images would help.

He showed Kiana one page after another -- the bride arriving at the church, the entrance, the wedding ceremony, the recessional, the reception, and so forth.

"Now do you understand?" he asked.

"I think so," Kiana said. "Is that when Mommy came to work for us?"
A husband's confession - As I write this, the date is 11/16/02. It isn't Mother's Day, or anywhere close to it.

Today I was assembling some humor to put on Biblebell's pages. The item on the panel to the left made me smile. It also sent a stab of guilt.

So, in the panels that follow, I assembled some thoughts about the Wives and Moms and Grannies that we men so often take for granted. In their busy hands, truly God is glorified.

Amy, I am deeply grateful for your lovely, busy hands.

God, thank you for Amy!

Lord of all pots and pans, since I've no time to be
A Saint by doing lovely things, or watching late with Thee,
Or praying in the dawnlight, or storming Heaven's gates,
Make me a Saint by getting meals,
And washing up the plates.

Although I must have busy hands, I have a prayerful mind;
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I find.
I think of how they trod the earth,
And, while I scrub the floor,
Accept this meditation, Lord, I haven't time for more.

Warm all my kitchen with Thy love,
And light it with Thy peace;
Forgive me all my worrying, and make all grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
In room, or by the sea,
Accept this service that I do -- I do it unto Thee.
"Prayer Hymn" by M.K.H.


She watches over her household,
She does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children rise up and call her blessed.
Her husband also, and he praises her.
"Many daughters have done well,
But you excel them all."

Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the LORD,
She shall be praised.

Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And her own works
Shall praise her in the gates.

Proverbs 31.27-31

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Everything's been different
All the day long,
Lovely things have happened,
Nothing has gone wrong.

Nobody has scolded me,
Everyone has smiled.
Isn't it delicious
To be a birthday child?
"The Birthday Child" by Rose Fyleman


I say unto you, that likewise
Joy shall be in heaven
Over one sinner that repenteth.
Luke 15.7a


I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!
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We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the Back,
And said, "Oh come along!
We can't go on all night --
I was in the wrong."
So he was in the right.
"The Quarrel" Eleanor Farjeon

Be ye angry, and sin not.
Let not the sun go down upon your wrath.

Eph 4.26


I have been reminded of your sincere faith,
Which first lived in your grandmother Lois
And in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded,
Now lives in you also.

2 Timothy 1.5

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree...
Planted in the house of the LORD.
They will flourish in the courts of our God.
They will still bear fruit in old age.
They will stay fresh and green,
Psalm 92.12a, 92.13-14

Gray hair is a crown of splendor,
If it is attained by a righteous life.
Proverbs 16.31


I love old mothers -- mothers with white hair
And kindly eyes, and lips grown softly sweet,
With murmured blessings over sleeping babes.
There is something in their quiet grace
That speaks the calm of Sabbath afternoons;
A knowledge in their deep, unfaltering eyes
That far outreaches all philosophy.

Time, with caressing touch, about them weaves
The silver-threaded fairy shawl of age,
While all the echoes of forgotten songs
Seem joined to lend a sweetness to their speech.

Old mothers! -- as they pass with slow-timed step,
Their trembling hands cling gently to youth's strength.
Sweet mothers! -- as they pass, one sees again
Old garden walks, old roses, and old loves.
"Old Mothers" by Charles Sarsfield Ross

How you can see God

Dear Lord, I have no Easter flowers to bring,
No roses fresh, no lilies dewy sweet.
But still one offering I may gladly bear,
And lay rejoicing at Thy feet.

Enfold my weary love in Thy sweet will,
And keep it closely to Thy wounded side,
So shall I rest, nor sad and helpless mourn,
While safe in Thee my love and I abide.
By Anon


[Jesus told you...]
A little while longer
And the world will see Me no more,
But you will see Me.

Because I live, you will live also!

If you love Me,
You will keep My word.

And My Father will love you,
and We will come to you
And make Our home with you.
adapted from John 14.19 & 14.23


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