Inspiring Poetry by John McLeod

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I Believe In Miracles . . .
Poet: John McLeod

I believe in miracles . . .
Gulls eating crickets
At Salt Lake City
Burning thickets
Compassion, pity,
Evil halted
And its intention
Thwarted
By God's intervention.

I believe in miracles . . .
Prayers that are answered
And healing hands
The caring heart
That understands
Each day's a gift
Of Life divine
A precious jewel
That's yours and mine!
Oh, yes,
I believe in miracles!


"Jesus said unto him,
If thou canst believe,
all things are possible to him that believeth,"
Mark 9:23

I Believe . . .
Poet: John McLeod

I believe that nothing in life is unimportant
Every moment can be a beginning
And a time for decision,
Taken against the constant background of one's faith
Each word and gesture - whether it comes from our
Strength or our weakness
May change the subsequent course of our life
And the lives of those around us.


"But we will give ourselves continually to prayer, and to the ministry of the word."
Acts 6:4


Cares Are
Poet: John McLeod

Cares are the cross that each of us must carry,
Darkness must always contrast with the light,
And having known despair's harsh ministrations
Wisdom will bring its own unequalled sight.

The Lord makes sure the back will fit the burden,
How harsh it seems, yet when the pain has gone,
The eyes unto the hills of hope in turning
Will glimpse the splendid wonder of His dawn!


"Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room."
Harriet Beecher Stowe


If Home is Where The Heart is . . .
Poet: John McLeod

If Home is where the heart is
Then may your Home be blessed
A shelter from the storms of Life
A place of rest,
And when each day is over
And toil put in its place
Your Home's dear warmth
Will bring its smile
To light the saddest face!


"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence."
Frederick W. Robertson

There's a River Running By . . .
Poet: John McLeod

There's a river running bye
That wends upon its endless way,
There's the gentle rush of water
And the rustling trees quiet sway,
There are birds that sing so sweetly
And a peace that's something more,
We are truly happy travellers in God's Country!

There's a river running bye
Down through Glen Orchy's lovely vale,
Swirl and eddy reading every stone
As if some mystic braille,
Such a splendour that is timeless
As an ocean's restless shore,
We are truly happy travellers in God's Country!

There's a river running bye
And in the wonder of it all,
To my inner heart that answered
Some unheard persistent call
Comes the knowledge that here lies the key
To open wide the door,
That brings peace to happy travelers in God's Country!

A poem to read when you are facing challenges that reminds us that God is there for us all.
Frame for a November Friday
Poet: John McLeod

When you linger in the shadows of despair and deep unrest
When you're torn betwixt so many paths
And know not which is best,
When you think you're all alone
And in your sadness you would cry . . .

Remember friend,
God wipes away the tears from every eye!

When your burden seems too heavy
And an aching fills your heart
When you find that there's so much to do
And know not where to start,
When your troubles and your sorrows
Cause that helpless weary sigh . . .

Remember friend,
God wipes away the tears from every eye!

When you've won through in your battle
And the race of Life is run,
When the hurdles have been crossed
And painful tasks and hardships done,
When one day you look back smiling
And the time for rest draws nigh,

You will truly know
God wipes away the tears from every eye!



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