Christian Poetry
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Kraig J. Rice
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"Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
The light of His face made me cover my head
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
The people whose names had been written with love
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear,
"Once I was pure as the snow— but I fell,
"The Lord bless thee and keep thee, The Lord make his face shine upon thee, And be gracious unto thee"
I seek in pray'ful words, dear friend,
I cannot find a truer word,
God bless you! So I've wished you all
God bless you! So I breathe a charm,
And so, "through all thy days
"If I knew that tomorrow there would be
I should do so many things
So- just in case I might be viewing
The night may close a door
"I have a story to tell you; it is a true one this I know;
"My friend you must be born again, if Heaven is to be your home,
It seemed everything the preacher said was meant for him alone,
When on the scene stalks the villain, and he whispers in his ear,
Now the lad gave in to him, for it seemed that he was right,
Year went on after year, while he had Satan for his guide,
Now Satan lost no time, but back to his shoulder did fly,
The time had come, he must choose one or the other,
He fell upon his knees and prayed, "Lord be merciful to me a sinner,"
When I tell you how I know this story is true, I am sure you will agree,
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...
"And what is as important as knowledge?"
"Caring, and seeing with the heart,"
"Forgiveness is like the violet
On the heel of the boot
"Henceforth there will be such
that when one weeps
"I had walked life's pathway with easy tread,
I had built my castles and built them high,
I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
Melted and vanished, but in their place
My thoughts are now for the SOULS OF MEN,
"Thanksgiving is not limited
For food upon my table, Lord,
For health to do my daily tasks,
I could not all my blessings count,
For Christ, my loving Savior dear;
Thanksgiving Day is every day.
"Trust Him when doubts assail thee,
Trust Him, He is ever faithful.
Trust Him in storm or sunshine,
"If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
If I gained the world, but lost my Savior,
Oh, what emptiness! - without the Savior
What, tho' I might live without my Savior,
Oh, the joy of having all of Jesus!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
"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?"
"The sun shall be darkened,
Then two shall be working
Two women grinding
And two shall be lying
Let's therefore be watching,
"I have a Friend, 'tis Jesus
What a joy it is to know Him;
During the days of sadness
What could we do without Him?
He took our sins upon Him,
So let us be ready to meet Him
What a wonderful joy and privilege,
So Satan, get behind us;
"Oh, the Cross, the Cross,
Oh, the Blood, the Blood,
The Blood has always precious been,
"The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin"
A careless word may kindle strife
A bitter word may hate instill
A gracious word may smooth the way
A timely word may lessen stress
One little lad with one small lunch
One little life like yours and mine
So many things I have are old
But then there always comes to me
The hours are clean and fresh and bright
To fill these hours with lovely thoughts
Look afar down the path of life
Ah, no! I reckon no
And wouldst thou, too, glean just a little light
Yea, thou wilt understand anew
I've dreamed many dreams that never came true
I've prayed many prayers when no answer came
I've trusted many a friend that failed
I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
The Master was searching for a vessel to use
Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright
The Master passed on with no word at all
Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass
Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear
The Master came next to a vessel of wood
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay
Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay
"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
In some small way I hope that God has been able to encourage you through these articles.
By unknown author
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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 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.
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!"
By Unknown Author
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."
by unknown author
(Numbers 6:24-25).
My heart's true wish to send you;
That you may know that, far or near,
My loving thoughts attend you.
Nor fonder, to address you;
Nor song, nor poem that I have heard
Is sweeter than— "God bless you!"
Of brightness life possesses;
For can there any joy at all
Be yours unless God blesses?
Lest grief's dark night oppress you;
For how can sorrow bring you harm,
If 'tis God's way to bless you?
May shadows touch you never";
But this olone—God bless you good—
Then you have joy forever."
By unknown author
No dawn on earth for me;
That I should have gone in the dark of night
Into eternity -
For those I love,
But, oh, I should be happy, too,
With those above!
Morning in celestial skies,
Lord bring me those who need my love today,
For, otherwise,
On words I meant to say,
And morning find my empty house-
With me away."
by Lenard Elbert Griffis, Senior
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,
Jesus is the light of the world; you need not in darkness roam."
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,"
"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,"
Satan won that first round; for the lad was too young to fight.
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.
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."
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.
The joy that came into his heart, the half cannot be told,
As Jesus so tenderly took him, so gently into the fold.
For this little lad, you see, was no one else but me..."
By unknown author
asked the mind-
answered the soul.
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Sending forth its pure fragrance
Of the one who crushed it."
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a oneness between us-
the other will taste salt."
by unknown author
Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;
And then it chanced, in a quiet place,
I met my Master, face to face.
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.
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.
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."
I've lost my life to find it again.
Ever since, alone in that holy place,
I met my Master, face to face."
by Unknown Author
To just one day a year,
For we should offer daily thanks
For all that we hold dear.
For clothes that I may wear;
For shelter of my little home,
For all the comforts there;
For eyes that I may see,
For ears to hear the songs of joy,
Dear Lord, I now thank Thee.
I have so vast a store;
Each day I am more thankful, Lord,
Than e'er I was before,
Throughout eternity
My grateful heart shall sing His praise,
And offer thanks to Thee.
Remind us, Lord, for we
So soon forget to praise Thy name
For blessings sent from Thee."
by unknown author
Trust Him when thy strength is small,
Trust Him when to simply trust Him
Seems the hardest thing of all.
Trust Him, His dear will is best.
Trust Him, for thy Father's heart
Is thy surest place for rest.
All thy cares upon Him cast,
'Til this term of life is over,
And thy trusting days are past."
by unknown author
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?
Would my gain be worth the life-long strife?
Is any earthly pleasure worth comparing
To a moment of a Christ-filled life?
And a name revered both far and near,
Yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer;
Who endured the Cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish, I might flee?
Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him!
Only night and tears and endless woe!
When I come to die, how would it be?
Oh, to face the valley's gloom without Him!
And without Him all eternity!
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.
Nothing else in all the world beside -
Oh, then everything is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide."
(Mark 8:36-37).
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!"
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."
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."
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."
by unknown author
The moon give no light,
The heavens be shaken,
The stars fall from sight;
In harvest alone,
The one is left standing,
And one taken Home;
Their corn at the mill,
One bent on pleasure,
One on God's will;
Together in bed,
One gone to glory,
One spiritually dead.
We know not the hour
When our Savior returneth
With glory and power!"
by unknown author
Whose love He freely shares;
With every pain or heartache
I feel and know He cares.
What a privilege to share;
What a Book of wonderful promises;
Why should we doubt or fear?
When some one we loved so dear
Has slipped away to meet Him,
He whispers, "Lean hard, I am near."
When on Him all depends
Our hope, our strength, our courage,
And forgiveness for our sins.
And bore that awful shame;
That all who believe upon Him
Should bear His precious Name.
In that place He's gone to prepare;
Where no more heartaches or sorrows
Can ever reach us there.
That glorious Home to share;
To be transformed into His likeness
When we meet Him in the air.
You have caused us many a tear.
Praise God for that home in Glory,
For you'll never bother us there."
by unknown author
The blood-stained Cross;
The hallowed Cross I see!
Reminding me of Precious Blood,
That once was shed for me.
The wondrous Blood,
That Jesus shed for me;
Upon that Cross, the crimson Blood
Just now, by faith, I see.
‘Tis precious now to me;
Through it alone my soul has rest,
From fear and doubt set free."
(1 John 1:7).
by unknown author
A cruel word may wreck a life
A brutal word may smite and kill
A joyous word may light the day
A loving word may heal and bless
by unknown author
But the tiny bit of food
Grew in the hands of Christ our Lord
And fed a multitude
In the hands of Christ can win
The hungry souls of men today
And rescue them from sin
by unknown author
Some badly worn-out, too
I look around quite longingly
And wish that they were new
This thought, and so I say
At least I have, with all the world
Each morn a brand-new day
A gift from God to me
And even in the tasks assigned
I have the liberty
With faith and hope and prayer
Plant seeds of goodness that will grow
And bounteous fruitage bear
by unknown author
Look well to every twist and bend
Knowest thou, Saint, with mortal view
The goal your Faithful God doth now intend?
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!
About the road thou passest through?
Then look not on, but up to God
And fade the scan of mortal eye
Eternity come into view!
by unknown author
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
though I waited patient and long
But answers have come to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on
and left me to weep alone
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on
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
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On the shelf there were many-
Which one would He choose?
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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