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Verses & Poems

Verse 051

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!

Verse 052

Slow Me Down, Lord
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.

Verse 053

“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.”

Verse 054

“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.”

Verse 055

My First Christmas In Heaven
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.

Verse 056

“Just  A Farmer You Said”
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”

Verse 057

It’s Good To Get Home
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.

Verse 058

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......

Verse 059

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.

Verse 060

In Flanders Field
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.