Verses & Poems

I Am home in Heaven, dear ones;

All’s so happy, all’s so bright!

There’s perfect joy and beauty,

In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief are over,

Every restless tossing passed;

I am now at peace forever,

Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly,

Trod the valley of the shade?

Oh!  but Jesus’ love illumined,

Every dark and fearful glade.

And he came himself to meet me,

In that way so hard to tread;

And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,

Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,

For I love you dearly still;

Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,

Pray to trust our Father’s will.

There is work still waiting for you,

So you must not idle stand;

Do your work while life remaineth-

You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is complete,

He will gently call you home;

Oh!  the rapture of the meeting!

Slow me down, Lord

ease the pounding of my heart by the

quieting of my mind.

Steady my hurried pace with a vision of

the eternal reach of time.

Give me, amid the confusion of the day,

the calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves and

muscles with the soothing music of the

singing streams that live in my memory.

Help me to know the magical, restoring 

power of sleep.

Teach me the art of taking minute

vacations - slowing down to look at a

flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to

read a few lines from a good book.

Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to

send my roots deep into the soil of life’s enduring

values that I may grow toward the stars

of my greater destiny.

“Some people walk into our lives,

And quickly come and go,

Some stay for awhile

Leave footprints on our heart,

And we are never, never,

Ever, the same.”

“If a man is honest with others and with himself....

If he receives gratefully and gives quietly.....

If he is gentle enough to feel and strong enough to show his feelings.......

If he is slow to see the faults of others but quick to discover their goodness....

If he is cheerful in difficult times and modest in success....

If he does his best to be true to his beliefs...

Then he is truly an admirable man.”

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,

With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,

For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,

But the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,

For it is beyond description to hear the Angels sing.

I know how much you miss me.  I see the pain inside your heart,

But I am not so far away.  We really aren’t apart.

So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear.

And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above.

I send you each a memory of my undying love,

After all “Love” is the gift more precious than pure gold

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my father said to do,

For I can’t count the blessings or love he has for you.

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.

Remember, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

And I laughed cause I knew

All the things that farmers

Must be able to do.

They must study the land

Then watch the sky

And figure just when

Is the right time and why.

To sow and to plant

To buy and to sell

To go to the market

With wheat and well,

You know the books

That farmers must keep

To pay all those taxes

And be able to sleep.

And you know the fixin’

That farmers must do

When machines like mad monsters

Blow a gasket or two.

I guess when God needed

Folks to care for His earth

He chose “just farmers”

It’s good to get home at the journey’s end,

Home to the nearness of friend with friend,

Home to the peace that so closely clings

To the sight and touch of familiar things.

Much of the joy of the roads we roam

Is the satisfaction of getting home.

The days of absence have made it plain -

It’s good to get home again.

It’s good to get home to the hopes we keep

And the memories that we treasure deep,

Home where the heart can best understand

It is never far to a kindly hand;

Home where peace shines in the firelight glow,

And familiar footsteps come and go;

Where friendly alike are the sun and rain - 

It’s good to get home again.

The man who follows the crowd, will usually get no further than the crowd.  The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.

Creativity in living is not without its attendant difficulties, for peculiarity breeds contempt.  And the unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is that when people finally realize you were right,  they’ll say it was obvious all along.

You have two choices in life:  you can dissolve into the mainstream, or you can be distinct. To be distinct, you must be different. To be different, you must strive to be what no one else but you can be......

Clock Of Life

The clock of life is wound but once, 

and no man has the power

 to tell just when the hands will stop, 

on what day or what hour. 

 Now is the only time you have,

 so live it with a will. 

 Don’t wait until tomorrow,

 the hands may then be still.

In Flanders Field the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up your quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch: be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.