LESSONS OF HUMILITY

By Helen Pearson Garrett




There was one time in My life when I did not Know that God was Here... One stormy Night when thunder rolled, lightning flashed; when I cried out to Him in great physical pain. And He did not answer. He seemed so very far away.
And how I needed Him!
As I walked the floor in devastating suffering. By the next night I found Myself on the what to Queen of Angeles Hospital for emergency surgery.

In The Morning I had awakened to see a huge beautiful Bouquet on the bedside table. A card said " Get well, Helen" . My nurse read it to me. And it was
as though a shining Presence lingered back of it or near it- a Presence could not clearly see. Yet it was the gentle Presence of The Good Shepherd seeing me through. He seemed to understand all the pain.
He told Me in that still, small Voice to get WELL, and to take care of My Youngsters.

He knew that was My great concern. He asked Me to do His Work in the World. I told Him I would. It was not the end of My life - but a New and Wonderful Beginning - the Beginning of a close walk with My Savior. The Beginning of A Book - A Wonderful Beginning! He gave me the gift of writing Poetry. I had always written prose before. And He gave me the mission of writing it for others.
MY GOD KNEW THAT REGARDLESS OF WHAT THE DOCTORS SAID THAT I WOULD LIVE MANY YEARS AND DO MUCH WORK FOR THE LORD.

{In 1946, her doctors had given her 6 months to live, but "Helena" as they called her in Chile, worked non-stop for God in a writing ministry for another 49 years until 8 PM, November 27, 1995 when the Lord took her home at age 90. She died without pain at the "ends of the earth" in Punta Arenas, Chile. She was born in Baraboo, Wisconsin on May 10, 1905.}

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THE GOOD, THE BAD

The Good, the Bad,
The Beautiful, The Sad.
It is all of Life's Weaving.
I Love It All, To Stand
or fall, and nothing Shall find me
grieving.

The Good ,The Bad,
The Beautiful,
The Sad -
That form a
Rare Tapestry.

I shall not complain
Come storm and
Rain
Regrets are Not
For Me.

For I Know
Well
That a Master
Hand
Works beyond
The Clouds,
And that When
The Master
Wills It
So,
The Sun Will
Escape
It's Shrouds.


The Good, The Bad,
The Beautiful,
The Sad.
It is All of
Life's Weaving.
I Love It All
To stand of
fall -
And naught
Shall find Me
grieving.


JUST ONE MORE HARD TIME

Lord, Just Help Me Through
This One More Hard Time,
And I will Call This Day
sublime!


PRAYER

It is a waiting on
And believing,
A Trusting In Thee.
It's a Hoping and a
Knowing
Thou will surely
Set me Free!
It's a Praying and
A Loving
In The Place
of Dark Despair.
It's a Safety of
Existence
I could Never
Find Elsewhere.
It's a Joy and
a Surrender
and a Resting
In Thee.
It's a Knowledge
That when
Ready
Thou wilt
Fully Succor
Me.
It's a Faith
To feel
Thy Pathway
Under My
Wandering,
Seeking
Feet.
It's a Whispering
Hope
To Guide
Me
And make
Life worth while
And Sweet.
Then When The
Seeing
Comes Along
With These...
And The Veil
Is Torn Away...
I'll Know The
Meanings
of The Waitings
And I'll Be
Rejoicing
All The Day!


THINK YOUNG

Think Young!
Never Think Old!
For in Thinking
Young
You will find
Your pot of
Gold.
The young Mind
Seeks Adventure
and to try
New Things
And to Try
New Things.
It does not
hesitate
To Use
It's Wings.

Think Young!
It will help
You
To climb boldly
The Steepest
Hill.
While you Follow closely
In God's Holy
Will.
Think Young!
Never Think Old!
For in Thinking
Young
Vast Fields
Ahead of You Will
Unfold.

There is
No limitation
On What
you can do
If you but
Think Young.
And to God's
Ways be
True.

Think Young!
Never Think
Old!
For in Thinking
Young
you will find
Your Rainbow
and Your Pot
of purest
Gold!



I AM HAPPY IN JESUS
ALL DAY LONG

I am Happy In Jesus
All The Day Long.
For All The Day
Long
I Hear His Sweet
Song.
In a Flower's delicate
Bloom
I see His Face,
And This does for
Me Much
Pain Erase.
In The Song of a Bird
In hear His Wondrous
Word.
I am Happy In Jesus
All The Day Long.
I Hear His Sweet
Song,
His All-Conquering,
His Triumphant
Song.
(Written in Quemchi, Chile, ca 1982.)


SPRING

Soon Will lovely
Blue appear
In the skies of Winter
gray.
Joy will Reign
In place of gloom.
Cloud and Storm Will
Pass away.

Then Spring in
Her Radiant
Wonder will
Tiptoe
Out of The Snow,
And the World
Will assume
a glory that
only The Humble
Can Know.


I NEED YOU, MY CHRIST

I Need You, My Christ.
I Need Your Joy to flow
Through Me
Unendingly...
That a Shining
Example
For You
I Will Be.
I Need Your Marvelous
Love and deep Care
That will reach out


From Me
To others Everywhere!

I Need You, O I Need
You Every Moment,
Every Hour.
I Need Your Strength,
I Need Your Mighty
Power.

I Need You, My
Christ,
Every Moment,
Every Hour!


BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE

Because of Your Love,
Dear Lord,
Our future looks
Bright.
Because of Your
Power
In our Lives...
With Your Brightly
Shining Light!


GOD IS GREATER

God is greater
Than the
great ocean,
Greater than
The Widest Plain.
His Majesty is
Higher than The
Mountains.

O, I would Sing
To Him
a glad refrain!

God is greater
Than the oceans
That surge
Strong and
Free!

And He is greater
Than any Problem
That Troubles
You and Me!


THE SEA IS MY HOME

The Sea is My Home.
I have Nothing More.
All day I shall wander
Not far from It's
Shore.
To My feet It brings
Treasure,
All beautiful Things...
Bits of amber Seaweed,
Pink Shells,
Some like Angels'
Wings!


THE SONG I HEARD

All day I Walked
along The Sea,
For it's roving Song
Kept enticing
Me.

The Song Made
My heart
Feel Calm and Free
As a Meadowlark
on a Wide Green
Lea.

Salt spray touched
Me
In gentle caresses
And the Time
of Day
Was Anyone's
guess...
For Nothing mattered
Anymore
But the Sound
of The Waves
Sweeping the Shore.

The Song
I heard
Was brave and
Strong,
And The Way
Ahead
No More
Seemed long,
As I walked
Beside
The Singing Sea...
My Heart In Tune
With God
Inside Me.

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