Poems

The Gift of You ©
by Debbie Heydrick
and Lisa Robertson

Children are a gift from God, created by His hand.
Each is wrapped uniquely, according to His plan.
He breathes in them the breath of life and numbers all their days,
Appoints to each a purpose, according to His ways.
He chooses very carefully to whom He sends each one,
And then He waits expectantly as each gift is undone.
One day God wrapped a special gift. Inside it He placed you.
He then delivered it to me and watched what I would do.
Instead of opening up my gift, I gave it back to Him
Choosing to give up the life that He had placed within.
I wish there was a way that He could send you back to me.
For now the treasure of your life my eyes would surely see.
The gift of you has changed my heart, more than words can say.
And now that I'm forgiven, I am longing for the day
When I can open up my gift and see you face to face,
And finally hold you in my arms in God's eternal place.

Little Footprints ©
by Dorothy Ferguson

How very softly
you tiptoed into my world.
Almost silently,
only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint
your footsteps have left
upon my heart.

Discouraged

~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~

Some days we wake to discouragement,
The same as yesterday.
We wonder how we should pray,
What God would have us say.

He's been faithful all our lives,
Even when hearts turned away.
His heart remained turned toward us,
His love did never sway.

His faithfulness is still true today,
We must trust with all our heart.
He knows exactly what we need,
From the time the day does start.

Our timing may be different from God,
And His we must allow.
He knows what is best for us,
When before Him we do bow.

He will not lead us places,
That His presence won't provide.
We must be patient and wait,
Remember He's at our side.

His power will enable us,
And His sweet love will embrace.
As we rise above discouragement,
And the new day we face.

As we feel His hand upon us,
There's nothing we can't do!
I truly know that He's walking,
Along with me and you.

MY BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET

written by
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

Have you seen the flowers
In my beautiful bouquet?
They were gathered one by one,
As I went along my way.

The flowers are distinctive,
For each represents a friend,
Of very special beauty,
And I love each one of them.

Their specie doesn't matter,
Nor their color, nor their size,
Everyone delights me,
Each, a joy in my eyes.

Some are long stemmed - others, short,
A few have many leaves,
Others have no leaves at all.
And some, perhaps, are weeds.

Those with thorns are welcome, too,
Although they may cause trouble,
But to find a bud amongst those thorns
Is worth every bit of struggle.

Each bloom's a beauty by itself,
Though collectively, they're grand,
I wouldn't trade a single one
For all the gold in any land.

They're all of value to me,
They're all part of my bouquet,
They nurture and sustain me,
They get me through each day.

I never meant to let one go,
Though I have lost a few,
If somehow I could find them now
That's exactly what I'd do.

My heart is broken when one fades,
Or when one petal drops,
And how I ache if one stem breaks,
And its blooming has been stopped.

My friends are all those flowers
I have held in my bouquet,
They've added life to my life.
And I'm blest they've come my way.

One day I know they'll have to go,
And soon my time will also end,
One by one we'll disappear,
But ... we'll all meet-up again.

In a more exquisite garden,
At another time and day,
Then my precious friends and I
Will become our Lord's bouquet.

God's Cake

Unknown Author

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this", or

"Why did God have to do this to me". Here is a wonderful

explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how

everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her

boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving

away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks

her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter

says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake." "Here, have

some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her

daughter. "How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"

"Mom, those are all yucky!" To which the mother replies:

"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But

when they are put together in the right way, they make a

wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way.

Many times we wonder why He would let us go through

such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He

puts these things all in His order, they always work for

good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will

all make something wonderful! God is crazy about you. He

sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every

morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can

live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart. I

hope your day is a "piece of cake!" Life may not be the

party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well

dance.