A DAY IN SPRING

It was
A Day in Spring
when Arose
My Lord...
And above
The clamor
of the Martyring
hark
A sound of
Triumph
Rent the air
As The Women
At The Tomb
Stood Near
In Prayer.

He Is Risen!
The Cry echoes
On
Through All
The Ages
Past,
And to His
Feet
Shall Come
The hordes,
Their Chains
of sin
Unloosed
At last!

For This...
Christ died
And rose again - -
And lives Today
To Bless and
Heal all those
Who, broken,
Come to Him,
And penitent
Before HIM
Kneel.
I walked
In The Forest
Today...
In Another
Spring.
The Dogwood
Trees
Flaunted
Waxy White
Blossoms.
Bringing Grace
To Everything.
And I thought
About
The Story
of the sorry
Way
In which
The Dogwood
Tree
Was used
On that Day
Long Ago...
Which Now
In solemn Memories
Is called
Our good Friday.

The Story goes
That the bow
To Which
My Lord
was nailed
Had been of
Wood
From The Dogwood
Tree
And I look
At
Every One
I pass - -
Treading softly
Tenderly.

In The Beautiful,
Gleaming White
Flowers
I seem to see
HIS own
Pure Grace,
and somehow
I almost catch
A glimpse
Of My Lord's
Dear Wondrous
Face.

I Walk long
Among
The Dogwood
Trees,
In This
Fresh, New
Spring,
And without
a doubt
Their Blossoming
Brings HIS grace
To Every thought.


THERE'S NOT A FRIEND LIKE JESUS


There's Not a
Friend Like
The Holy Jesus.

There's Not a
Friend Like The Holy
Jesus ~
No Not One
No Not One!

Jesus knows
All about Our
Struggles
He will guide
Us Till The
Day Is Done!

Jesus knows
All about Our
Struggles
He will guide
Us Till The
Day Is Done!



SWEET SPIRIT

There's a Sweet
Sweet Spirit in This
Place
All of My Troubles
My God did erase.
All of the Dark
Clouds
Have gone Away...
And I face
With Courage
A bright New
Day!



KNOWING GOD

Knowing God
Is like
Standing against
A strong Tree
That gives support
Through Every Storm
To Me.
The Storms only
Make Me
More keenly
Aware
of HIS Abiding
Care.
And When
I Need
To lean...
HIS Strong,
Support
Is There.



CALL TO THE HARVEST

(One of Helen's best poems)

The Harvest
Is Ripe.
Now Wave
Out There
The fields
of Golden
Grain.

O Heavenly
Father,
Help Us

To bring
Them in ~
The Warm,
Ripe, Waving
Fields of
Grain
For Thine
Own Kingdom's
Gain.

The Harvest is
Ripe
At last!
The ground
Was fresh ~
Plowed
In The Spring.

The furrows
Went deep.
The Seed Was
Freely sown.

The Harvest
Is Ripe.
The standing
Fields
Of Grain
At last
Are laid
low.
By Thy
Shining Scythe.
I labor long
Over Thy
Task
And though
Weary
My Heart
Like that
Of a souring
Bird
Is blithe!

I Come Singing
To Thee.
The Warm,
Waving fields
Of Golden Grain
At last are
THINE.

I bow low
At THY Feet ~
Giving trustingly
Into THY
Precious Care
All that is
Mine.



WHERE HAST THOU GLEANED TODAY?

Where hast thou
Gleaned Today?
In the deep shadows
Where No Other Toiler
Hath Gone?
In the farthest, Most
Unlikely Corners
Hast thou labored
On?

Where hast thou
Gleaned Today?
Tis Near Eventide
And soon the darkness
Falls.
Will thy baskets
Be Well ~ filled
When
The Master Calls?

Where hast thou
Gleaned Today?
Hast thou
His task fulfilled?
Hast thou With
The Greatest Care
Gathered Wherever
He Willed?

Where hast thou
Gleaned Today?
Hast thou dared
To Go
Where others feared
To Trod...
And thus o'erflowed
Thy baskets
With the richest
Offerings
To God?
Where hast thou
Gleaned Today?
Go thou to
The Far Corners
Ere the toll of
Evening's Bell,
That thou
May hear
Thy Master
Saying,
"IT Is Well.
Come to Thy
Rest.
It Is Well".

1987


AT A CROSSROAD

I was At a Crossroad
Carrying a heavy load,
But JESUS Met Me
There and lifted
All My Care.


THE PATH OF FAITH

Path of Faith
Path of Light,
Path that brings
My Soul
Delight ~
The Path I travel
In The Night.


TAKE ALL YOUR TROUBLES STRAIGHT TO GOD

Take All Your Troubles
Straight to God,
Take them straight
To Him In Prayer
For He tell Us
In HIS Word to take
Them All To Him
And leave them
There.

We Must leave
All In His Hands,
His Hands are
Strong Our sorrows
To bear.
He counts them
HIS and He
does not Wish
That We try to Carry
A Share.

So leave All
With The Lord.
What a Wonderful
Gift He Gives.
When He Takes All Our
Cares and thus
Lets us Know
That He really
And Truly
Lives.

He follows
A Plan
And in time
We learn
How Great
Is The Way
Of HIS Heart.
If He seems
To Say No
It May Only
Mean "Wait"
And We shall
Find The Path
To The Victory
By HIS Chart.



THE GREAT GARDINER

Life is Like a Garden
And The Great Gardiner
Is God.
Our Every Plot
Of Ground HE
Is free to trod..

He tills the soil
Plants The Seeds,
And stooping down.
pulls out the
Weeds.

He smiles as He sees
Flowers growing
Here and there
As though pleased
That they have
Grown so fair.

He leans down
Near a delicate
Flower,
It's face turned
Towards The sky.
It's petals are
Shimmering still
As it gazes Up
On High.

He says
"I'll take You
Home With Me
Today.
At My
Right Arm there
Still Is Room.


And Angels follow
As He bears It
Along
Singing softly
Their sweet, Clear,
Triumphant Song.




JUST MORE LIKE YOU

Just More, More
Like You Jesus,
That is What
I Want to be,
as a simple flower
Grows sweetly
Beside a Graceful Tall Tree.




ALONE WITH HIM

Alone With The Lord ~
And In HIS Shining
Presence,
I Know That All
Is Well;
For My Thoughts
Are brightly Centered
Upon Him,
As With Him in Peace
I closely dwell.


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