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Great Poems and Writings A new item is usually added at the top of this page each week. THEY SAY I’M GROWING OLD They say that I am growing old I’ve heard them tell it times untold In language plain and bold – But I am not growing old. This frail old shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well – But I am not the shell. What if my hair is turning grey? Grey hairs are honorable, they say. What if my eyesight’s growing dim? I still can see to follow Him Who sacrificed His life for me Upon the cross of Calvary. What need I care if time’s old plow Has left her furrows on my brow? Another house not made with hands Awaits me in the glory lands. What though my tongue refuse to talk And though I falter in my walk? I still can tread the narrow way, I still can watch and praise and pray. What though my hearing’s not so keen As in the past it might have been? I still can hear my Saviour say In whispers sweet, This is the way. The outer man — do what I can To lengthen out his life’s short span – Will moulder and return to dust As everything in nature must. But the inner man, the Scriptures say, Is growing stronger every day. Then how can I be growing old When safe within my Saviour’s fold? ‘Ere long my soul shall fly away And leave this tenement of clay. This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise To gain the everlasting prize And I’ll meet you on the streets of gold To prove that I am not growing old. —John E. Roberts THE WORLD IS MINE Today, upon a bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair; I envied her, she seemed so happy, and wished I were as fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle; She had one leg and wore a crutch, and as she passed, a smile. Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two legs, the world is mine. And then I stopped to buy some sweets, the lad who sold them had such charm I talked with him, he seemed so glad, if I were late t’would do no harm. As I left, he said to me, “I thank you for being so kind, you see sir,” he said, “I’m blind.” Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two eyes, the world is mine. Later, walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue, He stood and watched the others play, it seemed he knew not what to do. I stopped a moment and then I said, “Why don’t you join the others dear?” He looked straight ahead without a word, and then I knew, he could not hear. O God, forgive me when I whine, I have two ears, the world is mine. With legs to take me where I’d go With eyes to see the sunset’s glow With ears to hear what I would know Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I’m blessed indeed, the world is mine. ---Author Unknown God's Flower Garden (Written by a young girl after the death of both parents) It's hard to lose the ones we love, To see them pass away, The sweetest and the kindest gone While others are left to stray! But if we had a garden With roses fair and bright We'd often pick the loveliest And think it to be right. And so it is with Jesus In His earthly garden here; He often picks the fairest flowers, The ones we love so dear. The flowers that are picked by Him Will never fade away. We know they'll live forever, and We'll see them some sweet day. ---Marjorie Staata GARDEN OF LIFE.---by Harriette Flora Gray Do you know that each life is a garden, And we sow as the days go by Seeds, for a future harvest To be gathered with smiles, or a sigh? Then what of the soil of our garden, Is it fertile, or stoney and old? Will it bring forth the thorn and the thistle, Or "the grain of a thousand fold"? Have we planted the rose of "forgiveness," And the lily of purest white That sends forth its sweetest fragrance Through the long, dark hours of the night? Have we planted that rare little blossom That blooms when the days are hot; Ever echoing the voice of its Master, "Dear friends, forget Me not?" Have we planted much in our gardens From His wonderful Book of Life? Have we sown the seeds of "obedience," His assurance of help through the strife? Have we also sown the seeds of "truth"? Have we done the best that we can To'ard sowing that marvelous seed of "love," Love for both God and Man? You know that in this world's sowing 'Tis true, and will ever be, There will come into every garden Some grief…from Gethsemane. But after the grief in the garden The harvest we'd hoped to see Will blossom in all its beauty, Through the glory of Calvary. Then know that your life is a garden, And you sow as the days go by Seeds…for a future harvest, To be gathered with smiles, or a sigh. Let Me Hold Lightly Let me hold lightly Things of the earth; Transient treasurers, What are they worth? Moths can corrupt them, Rust can decay; All their bright beauty Fades in a day. Let me hold lightly Temporal things— I, who am deathless, I, who have wings! Let me hold fast, Lord, Things of the skies; Quicken my vision, Open my eyes! Show me Thy riches, Glory and Grace, Boundless as time is, Endless as space…. Let me hold lightly Things that were mine--- Lord, Thou dost give me All that is thine! --- Martha Snell Nicholson Garden of Life Recipe Plant three rows of peas: Peace of mind Peace of heart Peace of soul. Plant four rows of squash: Squash gossip Squash indifference Squash grumbling Squash selfishness. Plant four rows of lettuce: Lettuce be faithful Lettuce be kind Lettuce be obedient Lettuce really love one another. No garden is without turnips: Turnip for meetings Turnip for service Turnip to help one another. Water freely with patience and cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden Because you reap what you sow, To conclude our garden we must have thyme: Thyme for reflection Thyme for study Thyme for prayer --- Source Unknown Don’t Quit When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up-hill, When funds are low, and debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you quit. Success is failure turned inside out --- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit --- It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit. ------Unknown “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due time we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Gal. 6:9) DISAPPOINTMENT "Disappointment--His appointment," Change one letter then I see That the thwarting of my purpose Is God's better choice for me. His appointment must be blessing, Though it may come in disguise For the end, from the beginning, Open to His vision lies. "Disappointment--His appointment," Whose? The Lord's who loves me best, Understands and knows me fully, Who my faith and love would test; For, the loving, earthly parents, He rejoices when He knows That His child accepts unquestioned All that from His wisdom flows. "Disappointment--His appointment," "No good things will He withhold." From denials oft we gather Treasurers of His love untold. Well He knows each broken purpose Leads to fuller, deeper trust; And the end of all His dealings Proves our God is wise and just. ---Edith L. Young CHRIST Christ for sickness, Christ for health, Christ for poverty, Christ for wealth, Christ for joy, Christ for sorrow, Christ today, and Christ tomorrow; Christ my Life, And Christ my Light, Christ for morning, noon and night; Christ when all around gives way, Christ my everlasting stay; Christ my rest, Christ my food, Christ above my highest good; Christ my well beloved, my Friend, Christ my pleasure without end; Christ my Savior, Christ my Lord, Christ my portion, Christ my God; Christ my Shepherd, I His sheep, Christ Himself my soul doth keep; Christ my Leader, Christ my Peace, Christ hath brought my soul's release, Christ my Righteousness divine, Christ for me, for He is mine; Christ my Wisdom, Christ my Meat, Christ restores my wand'ring feet, Christ my Advocate and Priest, Christ who ne'er forgets the least; Christ my Teacher, Christ my Guide, Christ my Rock, in Christ I hide; Christ the everlasting Bread, Christ His precious blood hath shed; Christ hath brought us near to God, Christ the everlasting Word, Christ my Master, Christ my Head, Christ Who for my sins hath bled; Christ my Glory, Christ my Crown, Christ the Plant of great Renown, Christ my Comforter on high, Christ my Hope draws ever nigh. H.W.S. But God I know not, but God knows; Oh, blessed rest from fear! All my unfolding days To Him are plain and clear. Each anxious, puzzled “Why?” From doubt or dread that grows, Finds answer in this thought: I know not, but He knows. I cannot, but God can; Oh, balm for all my care! The burden that I drop His hand will lift and bear. Though eagle pinions tire, I walk where once I ran, This is my strength to know I cannot, but He can. I see not, but God sees; Oh, all sufficient light! My dark and hidden way To Him is always bright. My strained and peering eyes May close in restful ease, And I in peace may sleep; I see not, but He sees. —Annie Johnson Flint All Things Work Together For Good To Them That Love God Romans 8:28 Just how this statement can be true, Perhaps has often puzzled you; You've wondered now that "all things" could, Work out for your eternal good: How trouble, sorrow and unrest, Could work together for the best; How this could be, you did not know, And yet, you felt it must be so. Now "all things" mean both good and bad, Yes, things that really make you sad; It means your sickness and your health, Your poverty as well as wealth; Of trouble you will have your share, While in this world of toil and care; But rest assured you have a friend, Who knows your life from start to end. Should God permit dark clouds some day, To cast a gloom across your way, Just take it as your Father's (permissive) will; You're in His care, He loves you still; Be not alarmed, nor be cast down, "Tis through these trials you will a crown; All earthly sorrow soon shall cease, While joys eternal shall increase. There's much we do not understand, But "all things" are within His hand; Remember God's mysterious plan, Cannot be solved by mortal man; But when we reach the land of rest, We then shall see that He knew best: The things we had not understood, We'll realize (worked for our eternal good). ---By Uncle Charlie Cox A TV Prayer Lord, help me to watch What I watch on TV-- To turn off the bad And only the good to see. For it may enter my heart, What I watch on TV-- And I very much want my heart Kept pure and Holy for Thee. (E.W.) "I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes." (Psalm 101:3) A LITTLE MIXED UP Just a line to say I'm living. That I'm not among the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful And more "mixed up" in the head. For, sometimes I can't remember When I stand at the foot of the stair If I must go up for something, Or If I've just come down from there. And before the fridge, so often My poor mind is filled with doubt. Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out? And there's times when it is dark out With my night cap on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring Or just getting out of bed. So, if it's my turn to write you, There's no need in getting sore. I may think I have written, And don't want to be a bore. So remember, I do love you, And wish that you were here, But now it's nearly mail time So, I must say "goodbye, dear." There I stood beside the mailbox, With a face so very red. Instead of mailing you my letter, I had opened it instead!! ---Author Unknown A BOY'S MOTHER My mother she's so good to me, Ef I was good as I could be, I couldn't be as good--no, sir!-- Can't any boy be good as her! She loves me when I'm glad er sad; She loves me when I'm good er bad; An', what's a funniest thing, she says She loves me when she punishes. I don't like her to punish me,-- That don't hurt,--but it hurts to see Her cryin',--Nen I cry; and' nen We both cry an' be good again. She loves me when she cuts and sews My little cloak and' Sund'y clothes; An' when my Pa comes home to tea, She loves him 'most as much as me. She laughs an' tells him all I said, An' grabs me up and pats my head; And I hug her, and hug my Pa An' love him purt' nigh as much as Ma. Why I Never Missed School I didn't want to go to school one day What excuse could I pick? I came up with an "original idea" I told Mother I was feelin' sick. Mother smiled and went downstairs But came back in a minute, She had a bottle marked Castor oil With a clear-looking liquid in it. She fed me two teaspoons of Castor oil And said, "That should do the trick." Then promised to give me more later That is, if I was still feelin' sick. Now friends, believe me when I tell you That what I'd had was enough, 'Cause I sure didn't want any more Of that awful-tasting stuff. I was up and putting on my clothes When Mother walked out the door, I ate real quick and left for school With a vow to never play sick anymore. Mothers today should use Castor oil To keep their kids on the narrow way, It's been nearly 50 years now, But I remember that awful tastin' stuff... Like it was yesterday. WHAT MATTERS My mother says she does not care About the color of my hair, Nor if my eyes are blue or brown Nor if my nose turns up or down It doesn’t really matter. And mother says she does not care If I am dark or if I am fair, Or if I’m thin or if I’m fat She doesn’t fret o’er things like that It doesn’t really matter. But if I cheat or tell a lie, Or say mean things to make folks cry, Or if I’m rude or impolite And do not try to do the right Then THAT does really matter. It isn’t looks that make one great But character that seals your fate. It’s within your heart, you see That makes or mars your destiny And that does REALLY matter. WHAT GOD HATH PROMISED God hath not promised Skies always blue, Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through; God hath not promised Sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain. God hath not promised We shall not know Toil and temptation, Trouble and woe; He hath not told us We shall not bear Many a burden, Many a care. God hath not promised Smooth roads and wide, Swift, easy travel, Needing no guide; Never a mountain, Rocky and steep, Never a river Turbid and deep. But God HATH promised Strength for the day, Rest for the labor, Light for the way, Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy, Undying love. —Annie Johnson Flint

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