Poems and Bible Verses
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Yoked for Life Eternal
Lullaby for Abba
Renewal 2006
Christmas 2005
Biological Aloneness
The first Thanksgiving
Work ethic
Born twice? Now THAT'S Life!
How to hug a porcupine
Second childhood

Yoked for Life Eternal

1- Beloved Son of God,
Nailed upon a tree,
He who made the world,
Died for you and me!

Gentle Lamb of God,
Came to set us free,
(By His love...)

And He rose again,
That is why I sing.
Will you come to Him,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King?
"Invitation Waltz" by Papa T


2-(Jesus said...)
Come to Me, all you who labor
And are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest.

Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,
For I am gentle and lowly in heart,
And you will find rest for your souls.
For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.

Matthew 11.28-30

Lullaby for Abba

1- God, my Father, hear me sing,
Praises to You in Jesus' name.
Angels around me join my song,
Sing to my Father clear and strong.

Creator, Provider, sustaining all things,
Artist who painted the butterfly's wings.
Engineer, Architect, Maker of all,
Composer composing the mockingbird's call.

Abba, Father, to You I sing,
Praising, rejoicing, in Jesus' name.
Angels around me join my song,
Sing to my Abba sweet and strong.
"Lullaby for Abba" by Papa T


Oh, sing to the LORD a new song.
Sing to the LORD, all the earth.
Sing to the LORD, bless His name!
Proclaim the good news of His salvation
from day to day.
Psalm 96.1-2

Renewal 2006

1- Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The old year is dying in the night;
Ring out wild bells, and let it die.

Ring out the false, ring in the true,
Ring happy bells, across the snow,
The old year is going, let it go,
Ring out regrets, God makes all things new.
"Ring Out, Wild Bells" by Alfred Tennyson


Therefore, if anyone is in Christ,
he is a new creation;
old things have passed away;
behold, all things have become new.

2 Corinthians 5.17

Christmas 2005

1- Not born to the forest are we,
Not born to the plain,
To the grass and the shadowing tree
And the splashing of rain.
Only the sand we know
And the cloudless sky.
The mirage and the deep-sunk well
And the stars on high.

To the sound of our bells we came
With huge soft stride,
Wise men riding on our backs,
Slaves at our side.
Out of the East, drawn on
By a dream and a star,
Seeking the hills and the groves
Where the fixed towns are.

Our goal was no palace gate,
No temple of gold,
But a Child on His mother's lap
In the cloudy cold.


2- The hills were windy and white,
Dust swirled through the town,
As all in their royal robes
Our masters knelt down.
"Song of the Camels" by Elizabeth Coatsworth


3- After Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea
In the days of Herod the king,
Behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem

...and the star which they had seen in the East
Went before them,
Till it came and stood over where the young Child was.

When they saw the star,
They rejoiced with exceedingly great joy.
And when they had come into the house,
They saw the young Child with Mary His mother,
And fell down and worshiped Him.
Mt 2.1; Mt 2.9b-11a

Biological Aloneness

I wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides my face and shades my eyes --
This debt I pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding heart I smile
And talk with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all my tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see me, while
I wear the mask.

I smile, but oh dear God on high,
To Thee from tortured soul I cry.
I sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath my feet, and long the mile;
But let the world think otherwise,
I wear the mask!
"I Wear the Mask" by Paul L. Dunbar


O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up.
You understand my thoughts afar off.

You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
There is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?

If I ascend into heaven, You are there.
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
Or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
Psalm 139.1-4 & 7-10


Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.


2-But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done" -- and you'll do it!
"It Couldn't Be Done" by Edgar Guest


3-Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us,
And let us run with endurance the race that is set before us

And let us not grow weary while doing good,
For in due season we shall reap
If we do not lose heart.

not lagging in diligence,
fervent in spirit,
serving the Lord;

And whatever you do, do it heartily,
As to the Lord and not to men
Heb 12.1; Gal 6.9; Rom 12.11; Col 3.23

The first Thanksgiving
"The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England"
by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835)

1- The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed.

And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame.

Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear, --
They shook the depths of the forest's gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard, and the sea:
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.


2-The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam:
And the rocking pines of the forest roared, --
This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair
Amidst that pilgrim band: --
Why had they come to sojourn there,
Away from their childhood land?

There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? --
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod:
They have left unstained what there they found, --
Freedom to worship God.


Work ethic

1- There are strange ways of serving God;
You drive a truck or plow the sod.
Suddenly, to your surprise,
You hear the wings of seraphim,
And find you're under God's own eyes
And building palaces for Him!
"Service" by Herman Hagedorn


2-Whatever you do, do it heartily,
As to the Lord and not to men,
Knowing that from the Lord
You will receive the reward of the inheritance;
For you serve the Lord Christ.
Col 3.23-24


Born twice? THAT'S Life!

1- Bread is a lovely thing to eat --
God bless the barley and the wheat!

A lovely thing to breathe is air --
God bless the sunshine everywhere!

The earth's a lovely place to know --
God bless the folks that come and go!

Alive's a lovely thing to be --
Giver of life -- we say -- bless Thee!
"Lovely Things" by H.M. Sarson


2-This is the testimony:
That God has given us eternal life,
And this life is in His Son.

He who has the Son has life!!!
He who does not have the Son of God
Does not have life.

These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God,
So that you may know that you have eternal life,
And so that you may continue to believe
In the name of the Son of God.

First John 5.11-13


How to hug a porcupine

1- I went to play with Billy. He
Threw my cap into a tree.
I threw his glasses in the ditch.
He dipped my shirt in a bucket of pitch.
I hid his shoes in the garbage can.
And then we heard the ice cream man.
So I bought Billy a cone. He bought me one.
A true good friend is a lot of fun!
"What Johnny Told Me" by John Ciardi


A friend loves at all times,
And a brother is born for adversity.

Proverbs 17.17


Second childhood

1-Across the fields of yesterday
He sometimes comes to me,
A little lad just back from play --
The lad I used to be.

And yet he smiles so wistfully
Once he has crept within,
I wonder if he hopes to see
The man I might have been.
"Sometimes" by Thomas S. Jones, Jr.


The need
Jesus said, "Unless you are converted
And become as little children,
You will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven."

The Way
As many as receive Christ,
To them He gives the right to become children of God, To those who believe in His name:

The result
If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
Old things have passed away;
Behold, all things have become new.

Beloved, now we are children of God;
And it has not yet been revealed what we shall be,
But we know that when Jesus is revealed,
We shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
Mt 18.3, John 1.12, 2 Cor 5.17, 1 John 3.1-2



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