Christian Poetry
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  • Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
  • Beautiful Snow By unknown author
  • God Bless You By unknown author
  • Just In Case By unknown author
  • A True Story! By Lenard Elbert Griffis, Senior
  • Mind and Heart By unknown author
  • Forgiveness By unknown author
  • Oneness By unknown author
  • I Met My Master By unknown author
  • Everyday Is Thanksgiving Day by unknown author
  • Trust Him by unknown author
  • If I Gained The World by unknown author
  • Homesick For Heaven by unknown author
  • The Outlook and the Uplook by unknown author
  • Take Courage, Wayworn Pilgrim by unknown author
  • I Give Thee Humble Thanks by unknown author
  • When the Lord Shall Return by unknown author
  • What A Friend by unknown author
  • The Cross by unknown author
  • Power Of A Word by unknown author
  • One Little Life by unknown author
  • Something Always New by unknown author
  • Eternity In View by unknown author
  • A Living Faith by unknown author
  • Chosen Vessel by unknown author
  • The Missionaries' Plea by unknown author

  • Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
    By unknown author

    "Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
    Not a creature was praying, not one in tne house
    Their Bibles were laid on the shelf without care
    In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

    The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
    Not one ever kneeling or bowing a head.
    And Mom in her rocker with the babe on her lap
    Was watching the late show while I took a nap.

    When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

    When what to my wondering eyes should appear
    But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
    With a light like the sun sending forth a bright
    I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

    The light of His face made me cover my head
    It was Jesus, returning, just as He said.
    And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
    I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.

    In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
    Was written the name of every saved man.
    He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
    When He said, "It's not here," my head hung in shame.

    The people whose names had been written with love
    He gathered to take to His Father above.
    With those who were ready He arose without a sound,
    While all of the rest were left standing around.

    I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
    I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
    I stood and cried as they rose out of sight,
    Oh, if only we all had been ready tonight.

    In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear,
    The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
    There's only one life and when comes the last call
    We'll find that the BIBLE was true after all!"


    Beautiful Snow
    By Unknown Author

    "Once I was pure as the snow— but I fell,
    Fell like the snow, but from heaven to hell,
    Fell to be trampled as filth on the street,
    Fell to be spit on, scoffed at, and beat,
    Pleading and cursing and begging to die,
    Selling my soul to whoever would buy,
    Dealing in sin for a morsel of bread,
    Hating the living and fearing the dead,
    My God, can it be I have fallen so low?
    And yet I was once like the beautiful snow."


    God Bless You
    by unknown author

    "The Lord bless thee and keep thee, The Lord make his face shine upon thee, And be gracious unto thee"
    (Numbers 6:24-25).

    I seek in pray'ful words, dear friend,
    My heart's true wish to send you;
    That you may know that, far or near,
    My loving thoughts attend you.

    I cannot find a truer word,
    Nor fonder, to address you;
    Nor song, nor poem that I have heard
    Is sweeter than— "God bless you!"

    God bless you! So I've wished you all
    Of brightness life possesses;
    For can there any joy at all
    Be yours unless God blesses?

    God bless you! So I breathe a charm,
    Lest grief's dark night oppress you;
    For how can sorrow bring you harm,
    If 'tis God's way to bless you?

    And so, "through all thy days
    May shadows touch you never";
    But this olone—God bless you good—
    Then you have joy forever."


    Just In Case
    By unknown author

    "If I knew that tomorrow there would be
    No dawn on earth for me;
    That I should have gone in the dark of night
    Into eternity -

    I should do so many things
    For those I love,
    But, oh, I should be happy, too,
    With those above!

    So- just in case I might be viewing
    Morning in celestial skies,
    Lord bring me those who need my love today,
    For, otherwise,

    The night may close a door
    On words I meant to say,
    And morning find my empty house-
    With me away."


    A True Story!
    by Lenard Elbert Griffis, Senior

    "I have a story to tell you; it is a true one this I know;
    It all happened as I recall it now, many years ago,
    My story begins with a little lad, as he sits in church one day,
    His heart was moved with conviction, as he heard the preacher say,

    "My friend you must be born again, if Heaven is to be your home,
    Jesus is the light of the world; you need not in darkness roam."

    It seemed everything the preacher said was meant for him alone,
    His heart was near to bursting, and his spirit was made to groan.
    He said, "I must ask Jesus to forgive me of all my sin,
    He will make my heart as white as snow; on Him I can depend,"

    When on the scene stalks the villain, and he whispers in his ear,
    "You are too young, you have lots of time; there is no need to fear."
    "Leave right now; go into the world and live a life of glee;
    Wait until you are older, and had your fun, then to God you can flee,"

    Now the lad gave in to him, for it seemed that he was right,
    Satan won that first round; for the lad was too young to fight.

    Year went on after year, while he had Satan for his guide,
    But from those tender, pleading eyes of Jesus, there was no place to hide;
    Jesus pleaded with him so tenderly to turn from sin and shame,
    He asked him to kneel at the cross, and go witness for His name.

    Now Satan lost no time, but back to his shoulder did fly,
    He said, "tell Jesus you will be a Christian in the sweet by and by;
    But just now there are so many things for you to see and try."

    The time had come, he must choose one or the other,
    It should be Jesus, as he remembers the prayers of his mother,
    If he chose Satan, he was sure to be the loser,
    If he chose Jesus, he was sure to be the winner.

    He fell upon his knees and prayed, "Lord be merciful to me a sinner,"
    The joy that came into his heart, the half cannot be told,
    As Jesus so tenderly took him, so gently into the fold.

    When I tell you how I know this story is true, I am sure you will agree,
    For this little lad, you see, was no one else but me..."

    The late Rev. Lenard Griffis pastored the Graton Assemblies of God Church in Graton, Calif. for over 20 years. He was also my personal friend...


    Mind and Heart
    By unknown author

    "And what is as important as knowledge?"
    asked the mind-

    "Caring, and seeing with the heart,"
    answered the soul.


    Forgiveness
    By unknown author

    "Forgiveness is like the violet
    Sending forth its pure fragrance

    On the heel of the boot
    Of the one who crushed it."


    Oneness
    By unknown author

    "Henceforth there will be such
    a oneness between us-

    that when one weeps
    the other will taste salt."


    I Met My Master
    by unknown author

    "I had walked life's pathway with easy tread,
    Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;
    And then it chanced, in a quiet place,
    I met my Master, face to face.

    I had built my castles and built them high,
    With towers that pierced the blue of the sky;
    I had sworn to rule with an iron mace,
    Then I met my Master, face to face.

    I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
    That His eyes, full of sorrow, were fixed on me,
    And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
    While my castles melted and vanished away.

    Melted and vanished, but in their place
    I saw naught else but my Master's face.
    And I cried aloud, "0, make me meet
    To follow the marks of Thy nail-scarred feet."

    My thoughts are now for the SOULS OF MEN,
    I've lost my life to find it again.
    Ever since, alone in that holy place,
    I met my Master, face to face."


    Everyday Is Thanksgiving Day
    by Unknown Author

    "Thanksgiving is not limited
    To just one day a year,
    For we should offer daily thanks
    For all that we hold dear.

    For food upon my table, Lord,
    For clothes that I may wear;
    For shelter of my little home,
    For all the comforts there;

    For health to do my daily tasks,
    For eyes that I may see,
    For ears to hear the songs of joy,
    Dear Lord, I now thank Thee.

    I could not all my blessings count,
    I have so vast a store;
    Each day I am more thankful, Lord,
    Than e'er I was before,

    For Christ, my loving Savior dear;
    Throughout eternity
    My grateful heart shall sing His praise,
    And offer thanks to Thee.

    Thanksgiving Day is every day.
    Remind us, Lord, for we
    So soon forget to praise Thy name
    For blessings sent from Thee."


    Trust Him
    by unknown author

    "Trust Him when doubts assail thee,
    Trust Him when thy strength is small,
    Trust Him when to simply trust Him
    Seems the hardest thing of all.

    Trust Him, He is ever faithful.
    Trust Him, His dear will is best.
    Trust Him, for thy Father's heart
    Is thy surest place for rest.

    Trust Him in storm or sunshine,
    All thy cares upon Him cast,
    'Til this term of life is over,
    And thy trusting days are past."


    If I Gained The World
    by unknown author

    "If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
    Would my life be worth living for a day?
    Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
    In the things that soon must pass away?

    If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
    Would my gain be worth the life-long strife?
    Is any earthly pleasure worth comparing
    To a moment of a Christ-filled life?

    Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
    And a name revered both far and near,
    Yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting,
    Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer;

    If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
    Who endured the Cross and died for me,
    Could then all the world afford a refuge,
    Whither, in my anguish, I might flee?

    Oh, what emptiness! - without the Savior
    Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
    And eternity, how dark without Him!
    Only night and tears and endless woe!

    What, tho' I might live without my Savior,
    When I come to die, how would it be?
    Oh, to face the valley's gloom without Him!
    And without Him all eternity!

    Oh, the joy of having all of Jesus!
    What a balm the broken heart to heal!
    Ne'er a sin so great but He'll forgive it,
    Nor a sorrow He does not feel.

    If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
    Nothing else in all the world beside -
    Oh, then everything is mine in Jesus;
    For my needs and more He will provide."

    "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"
    (Mark 8:36-37).


    Homesick For Heaven
    by unknown author
    
        "Until I learned to trust,
           I never learned to pray.
        I never learned to fully trust
           Till sorrows came my way.
    
        Until I felt my weakness,
           His strength I never knew;
        Nor dreamed till I was stricken
           That He would see me through.
    
        Who deepest drinks of sorrow,
           Drinks deepest, too, of grace.
        He sends the storm so He Himself
           Can be our Hiding Place.
    
        The touch that heals the wounded heart,
           Is never felt above.
        His angels know His blessedness,
           His wayworn saints, His love.
    
        His heart that seeks our highest good
           Knows well when things annoy.
        We would not long for Heaven,
           If this earth held only joy.
    
        I shall soon be with Christ in Glory,
           And His radiant beauty behold.
        I will then know the rest of the story;
           The half that has never been told.
    
        I'm getting quite homesick for Heaven,
           Where Jesus my Savior is gone.
        His promise to me He has given;
           I'll see Him some day on the throne.
    
        And then, in the regions of Glory,
           In His wonderful likeness I'll shine.
        0, how I long to be with Him and like Him:
           This wonderful Savior divine!"
    


    The Outlook and the Uplook
    by unknown author
    
    "When the outlook is dark, try the uplook-
      These words hold a message of cheer;
    Be glad while repeating them over,
      And smile when the shadows appear.
    Above and beyond stands the Master,
      He sees what we do for His sake;
    He never will fail nor forsake us,
      He knoweth the way that we take.
    
    When the outlook is dark, try the uplook,
      The uplook of faith and good cheer;
    The love of the Father surrounds us,
      He knows when the shadows are near.
    Be brave, then, and keep your eyes lifted,
      And smile on the dreariest day;
    His smile will glow in the darkness;
      His light will illumine the way."
    


    Take Courage, Wayworn Pilgrim
    unknown author

    
        "How many times, discouraged,
        We sink beside the way;
        About us all is darkness,
        We hardly dare to pray;
        Then from the mists and shadows,
        The sweetest voice e'er known,
        Says, "Child, am I not with thee,
        Never to leave thee alone?"
    
        0 soul, hast thou forgotten
        The tender word and sweet,
        Of Him who left behind Him
        The print of bleeding feet?
        "I never will forsake thee,
        0 child, so weary grown;
        Remember I have promised
        Never to leave thee alone."
    
        Take courage, wayworn pilgrim,
        Tho' mists and shadows hide
        The face of Him thou lovest,
        He's ever at thy side;
        Reach out thy hand and find Him,
        And lo, the clouds have flown.
        He smiles on thee, Who promised,
        Never to leave thee alone."
    


    I Give Thee Humble Thanks
    unknown author

    
    "For all the gifts that Thou dost send,
    For every kind and loyal friend,
    For prompt supply of all my need,
    For all that's good in word or deed,
    For gift of health along life's way,
    For strength to work from day to day,
    I give Thee humble thanks.
    
    For ready hands to help and cheer,
    For listening ears Thy voice to hear,
    For yielded tongue Thy love to talk,
    For willing feet Thy paths to walk,
    For open eyes Thy Word to read,
    For loving heart Thy will to heed,
    I give Thee humble thanks.
    
    For Christ who came from Heaven above,
    For the Cross and His redeeming love,
    For His mighty power to seek and save,
    For His glorious triumph o'er the grave,
    For the lovely mansions in the sky,
    For His blessed coming by and by,
    I give Thee humble thanks."
    


    When the Lord Shall Return
    by unknown author

    "The sun shall be darkened,
    The moon give no light,
    The heavens be shaken,
    The stars fall from sight;

    Then two shall be working
    In harvest alone,
    The one is left standing,
    And one taken Home;

    Two women grinding
    Their corn at the mill,
    One bent on pleasure,
    One on God's will;

    And two shall be lying
    Together in bed,
    One gone to glory,
    One spiritually dead.

    Let's therefore be watching,
    We know not the hour
    When our Savior returneth
    With glory and power!"


    What A Friend
    by unknown author

    "I have a Friend, 'tis Jesus
    Whose love He freely shares;
    With every pain or heartache
    I feel and know He cares.

    What a joy it is to know Him;
    What a privilege to share;
    What a Book of wonderful promises;
    Why should we doubt or fear?

    During the days of sadness
    When some one we loved so dear
    Has slipped away to meet Him,
    He whispers, "Lean hard, I am near."

    What could we do without Him?
    When on Him all depends
    Our hope, our strength, our courage,
    And forgiveness for our sins.

    He took our sins upon Him,
    And bore that awful shame;
    That all who believe upon Him
    Should bear His precious Name.

    So let us be ready to meet Him
    In that place He's gone to prepare;
    Where no more heartaches or sorrows
    Can ever reach us there.

    What a wonderful joy and privilege,
    That glorious Home to share;
    To be transformed into His likeness
    When we meet Him in the air.

    So Satan, get behind us;
    You have caused us many a tear.
    Praise God for that home in Glory,
    For you'll never bother us there."


    The Cross
    by unknown author

    "Oh, the Cross, the Cross,
    The blood-stained Cross;
    The hallowed Cross I see!
    Reminding me of Precious Blood,
    That once was shed for me.

    Oh, the Blood, the Blood,
    The wondrous Blood,
    That Jesus shed for me;
    Upon that Cross, the crimson Blood
    Just now, by faith, I see.

    The Blood has always precious been,
    ‘Tis precious now to me;
    Through it alone my soul has rest,
    From fear and doubt set free."

    "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin"
    (1 John 1:7).


    Power of a Word
    by unknown author

    A careless word may kindle strife
    A cruel word may wreck a life

    A bitter word may hate instill
    A brutal word may smite and kill

    A gracious word may smooth the way
    A joyous word may light the day

    A timely word may lessen stress
    A loving word may heal and bless


    One Little Life
    by unknown author

    One little lad with one small lunch
    But the tiny bit of food
    Grew in the hands of Christ our Lord
    And fed a multitude

    One little life like yours and mine
    In the hands of Christ can win
    The hungry souls of men today
    And rescue them from sin


    Something Always New
    by unknown author

    So many things I have are old
    Some badly worn-out, too
    I look around quite longingly
    And wish that they were new

    But then there always comes to me
    This thought, and so I say
    At least I have, with all the world
    Each morn a brand-new day

    The hours are clean and fresh and bright
    A gift from God to me
    And even in the tasks assigned
    I have the liberty

    To fill these hours with lovely thoughts
    With faith and hope and prayer
    Plant seeds of goodness that will grow
    And bounteous fruitage bear


    Eternity In View
    by unknown author

    Look afar down the path of life
    Look well to every twist and bend
    Knowest thou, Saint, with mortal view
    The goal your Faithful God doth now intend?

    Ah, no! I reckon no
    To choose the way ourselves we cannot even begin
    But God dost choose and choose a'right
    He knowest well the path He leads us in!

    And wouldst thou, too, glean just a little light
    About the road thou passest through?
    Then look not on, but up to God
    And fade the scan of mortal eye

    Yea, thou wilt understand anew
    Eternity come into view!


    A Living Faith
    by unknown author

    I've dreamed many dreams that never came true
    I've seen them all vanish at dawn
    But I've realized enough of my dreams, thank God
    To make me want to dream on

    I've prayed many prayers when no answer came
    though I waited patient and long
    But answers have come to enough of my prayers
    To make me keep praying on

    I've trusted many a friend that failed
    and left me to weep alone
    But I've found enough of my friends true blue
    To make me keep trusting on

    I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
    And I have gone many days without a song
    But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
    To make me want to live on


    Chosen Vessel
    by unknown author

    The Master was searching for a vessel to use
    On the shelf there were many-
    Which one would He choose?

    Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright
    I'm of great value and I do things just right
    My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
    And for someone like You, Master, gold would be best

    The Master passed on with no word at all
    He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall
    I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine
    And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine
    My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true
    And my silver will always compliment You

    Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass
    It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass
    Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do
    Place me on Your table for all men to view

    Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear
    My transparency shows my contents so dear
    Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride
    And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide

    The Master came next to a vessel of wood
    Polished and carved, it solidly stood
    You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said
    But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!

    Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay
    Empty and broken it helplessly lay
    No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose
    To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use

    Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find
    I will mend and use it and make it all Mine
    I need not the vessel with pride of its self
    Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf
    Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud
    Nor one who displays his contents so proud
    Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right
    But this plain earthly vessel filled with My power and might

    Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay
    Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day
    Spoke to it kindly, "There's work you must do"
    Just pour out to others as I pour into you


    THE MISSIONARIES' PLEA

    "Will you not pray for us? Alone we stand

    To stem the awful tide of sin and shame

    To cast out demons in the mighty Name

    Which is alone the hope of every land

    Pray, pray for us! We are but vessels frail

    The world's appalling need would crush us down

    Save that in vision we behold the crown

    Upon His brow who shall at length prevail!"

    —Quoted from Christ Life



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