Inspirational Poems Page 6


Being Fed
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2005


A loaf to feed ten thousand, two fish to do far more;
A crowd of hungry people 'long side the sandy shore.
The crowd surged to the water as Jesus' boat drew near.
With great anticipation, with eagerness to hear.

This Man who spoke of heaven, who healed the sick and blind;
Who held the storms of sea at bay, who cured the troubled mind.
He taught the love and grace of God, He promised life anew,
His message held eternal love, for Gentile and for Jew.

With rapt attention, eager hearts, they strained for every word,
This wondrous, blessed gospel, were things they'd never heard.
Then, when He blessed the fishes and broke the loaves in two,
Enough to feed five thousand, they knew His words were true.

How many were convicted? Was faith now their new goal?
Or was it merely for the food and not to heal their soul?
Too often there's "Rice Christians," who come for daily bread,
But never seek the will of God by which their souls are fed.

Be wary eager stranger, the Lord sees in the soul;
He knows your every motive, you are not in control.
The miracles He offers are more than fish and bread,
The wonders of salvation He gives to you instead.

But you must do the asking, then He will follow through;
When you become a Christian your life begins anew.

When you become a Christian your life begins anew.
Quotes about Life


Who Shall We Help Today
Poet: John McLeod, © 1982


Who shall we help today, my friends,
Who shall we help today?
A poor-man passing in the road
A word to ease his way?
A kindly thought, a friendly deed
A smile so freely given?
These are the treasures all may give
These are the keys to heaven!

Who shall we help today, my friends,
Who shall we help today?
A sad soul in distress perhaps?
Kneel with that soul and pray;
Show him the love our Father showed
In the way His son was given:
These are the gifts all have to give,
These are the keys to heaven!

Who shall we help today, my friends,
Who shall we help today?
The lame, the sick, all those in need?
So much that one can say
And do to help another's pain
In love's compassion given,
Yours is the gift of giving, friend,
Yours are the keys to heaven!

Yours is the gift of giving
Helping Others

Nearer In Service
Poet: John McLeod


Write these few words
And then put down the pen,
Briefly, I hope, before I write again,
Surely to find in days that are to be
Nearer in service my dear Lord to Thee!

Look to the light
And in your searching friend,
Know that His love will guide to journey's end,
Open your eyes there is so much to see
Nearer in service, my dear Lord to Thee!

Into each heart
Let joy of living spring,
And with a gentle word some kindness bring,
Yours is the gift of giving, choice quite free,
Nearer in service, my dear Lord to Thee!


Give thanks and be joyful always!
"This day and your life - are God's gift to you,
so give thanks and be joyful always!"

Thanksgiving Quotes


Tools To Help
Poet:


No matter the person,
Or the obsession,
A bag of tools,
Is given with lesson.

Ever person,
Who walks with life,
Needs some tools,
To help get through strife.

Tools to help get through,
Conflicts and addictions.
Tools come in handy,
And help with restrictions.

With conflict the best tool,
Is to find a resolution.
With problems the best tool,
Is to find the solution.

With your unhappiness the best tool,
Is to change your situation.
With someone else's unhappiness,
Help them see their blessings.

With feelings of exhaustion,
Is to stop and take care.
When you lose faith,
Take time to say a prayer.

With every issue,
You have a helping hand.
That will lead you the right way,
Just let God be part of the plan .



What we become is our gift to God.
"What we are is God's gift to us.
What we become is our gift to God."
Louis Nizer

quotes about God


So Many!
Poet: Frank L. Stanton


So many stars in the infinite space -
So many worlds in the light of God's face.
So many storms ere the thunders shall cease -
So many paths to the portals of Peace.

So many years, so many tears -
Sighs and sorrows and pangs and prayers.
So many ships in the desolate night -
So many harbors, and only one Light.

So many creeds like the weeds in the sod -
So many temples, and only one God.


Living By Giving
Poet: Unknown


Living by giving - what strange words these,
To those who strive, but themselves to please,
Who think by getting and keeping they'll find
Happiness, pleasure, peace of mind!

He chose his great possessions to cherish
And tightly held to the things that perish,
The rich, young ruler, life scarce begun,
Was quickly mired in oblivion.

She could have hid the ointment sweet,
And held back the tears that drenched His feet.
But with lavish abandonment aflame,
She drained the last drop - undying, her fame.

The pitying Christ knew the awful span
From the worship of angels to the hiss of man,
But chose all heavenly ties to sever,
And died - but lo, He lives forever!

This road of living by giving you'll find
Is strewn with many whoíve looked behind;
But each will find, as he nears the grave,
That all he possesses is what he gave!


Never Let Me Give Sparingly
Poet: Ruth Margaret Gibbs


Never, dear Lord, let me give sparingly
Of what I have; if it be joy, I pray,
Help me to share it gladly - tenderly -
As Thou would'st have me, always; if some day
I chance upon a spark of loveliness
May I not selfishly quench all its fire
By hoarding it, but may it live to bless
Someone nearby; this would be my desire: -

To give of love all that I have, and more
If that could be; to borrow joy and lend
It out again; to keep an open door,
Without a lock upon my heart, that friend
Or foe alike might find some needed guide within;
Tonight I think of Calvary;
Thou did'st give all - Thy life, Thy love, and died -
Never, dear Lord, let me give sparingly.


Never, dear Lord, let me give sparingly.


Christ Borrowed From The Nation
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2008


Christ borrowed from the nation from the day that he was born,
From the manger to the grave, but not the cross.
Though He wrought creation, though He rules the world,
He set aside His rights and bore the loss.
He came to earth unheralded, though angels sang His praise,
But man would not acknowledge the power of this King.

'Twas love that bore our burden, 'twas light that showed the way,
Compassion from the depths of Godís own heart.
An offering for the sinner, the life blood of the Lamb,
Forgiveness for the nation; Glorious day!

But God in all His wisdom, foreknowledge and concern,
Was well aware that man had his own plan,
And though God tried to sway him, He didnít interfere,
Perhaps he would return where he began.

And many are persuaded to walk that lonely road,
To set aside the profits he might gain.
Although the world condemns them and mocks such foolish thoughts,
Eternal life outweighs all earthly pain.

There's turbulence, there's heartache, there's hurt at every turn,
Thereís grief that brings man down upon his knees.
But in the end God conquers, He hears our urgent cry,
He lovingly responds to all man's pleas.


Our Forefathers
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2006


Somewhere along the system the world has gone astray,
No one seems to care what lies ahead.
The pattern that was followed in all the ages past,
Are now the steps which we refuse to tread.

Our pioneer forefathers who struggled to survive,
Who crossed the ocean for a better land,
Who carved a road from nothing, who toiled from dusk to dawn,
Who felt the soil respond to their command.

But not without great struggle, or tragedy and pain,
Or tears that almost drove them to despair.
They longed for some assurance, the right choice had been made,
Or wondered if they really should be there.

Who forged the road before us that we might journey on,
With freedom that they could not comprehend.
And yet we take for granted how much their efforts cost,
We feel no need their honour to defend.

If we ignore the lessons of generations past,
And dwell alone on what we can achieve,
We have no cause for boasting, no reason to feel pride,
We need a stronger motive to believe.

We need the past to train us, to help achieve our goals,
To draw a picture of what lies ahead;
For what has gone before us will surely come again,
Exactly as the Book of Proverbs said.
There's nothing new beneath the sun, all things remain the same,
Prepare yourself for what may lie ahead.

Faith is a proposition that one should not reject,
It gives to life the meaning we desire.
It proves the past is worthwhile, that all is not in vain,
We live their dreams, which they could not acquire.

Let us not fail to honour those before us,
Who served the God who brought them to this land.
Who worked and prayed and diligently marched forward,
Who fought and won to take a valiant stand.


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