Children's Corner; Poetry

I Refuse to Be Discouraged

I refuse to be discouraged, 

To be sad, or to cry; 

I refuse to be downhearted, 

And here's the reason why . . . 

I have a God who's mighty, 

Who's sovereign and supreme; 

I have a God who love me, 

And I am on His team. 

He is all wise and powerful, 

Jesus is His name; 

Though everything is changeable, 

My God remains the same. 

My God knows all that's happening, 

Beginning to end. 

His presence is my comfort,

He is my dearest friend. 

When sickness comes to weaken me, 

To bring my head down low, 

I call upon my mighty God; 

Into His arms I go. 

When circumstances threaten 

To rob me from my peace, 

He draws me close unto His breast, 

Where all my strivings cease. 

And when my heart melts within me, 

And weakness takes control, 

He gathers me into His arms, 

He soothes my heart and soul. 

The great "I AM" is with me, 

My life is in His hands, 

The "Son of the Lord" is my hope, 

It's in His strength I stand. 

I refuse to be defeated, 

My eyes are on my God; 

He has promised to be with me, 

As through this life I trod. 

I'm looking past all my circumstances, 

To Heaven's throne above; 

My prayers have reached the heart of God, 

I'm resting in His love. 

I give God thanks in everything, 

My eyes are on his face; 

The battle's His, the victory is mine; 

He'll help me win the race. 

Author Unknown

Children' Corner ; Poetry

A Child's Love

On a hill far away 

where a wooden cross stood, 

A child was kneeling, A Child's Love

On a hill far away 

where a wooden cross stood, 

A child was kneeling, 

praying hard as he could. 

His hands pointed northward, 

folded ever so tightly, 

His mind clear and focused

on the Lord God Almighty. 

His prayer today

was for those he loves dearly. 

His father, his mother, 

and his baby bro' Billy. 

Take care of our needs, Lord, 

though I know that you will. 

Bless daddy, and mommy, and

my baby bro' Bill. 

Watch over our house

and keep us from Sin, 

Come enter Lord Jesus. 

Come Enter. 

Come In. 

Copyright (c) July 7, 2000 

Joe Medrek

Children's Corner; Poetry

The Land of Liberty

Author: Unknown

I love my country's pine-clad hills,

Her thousand bright and gushing rills,

Her sunshine and her storms;

Her rough and rugged rocks, that rear

Their hoary heads high in the air

In wild, fantastic forms.

I love her rivers, deep and wide,

Those mighty streams that seaward glide

To seek the ocean's breast;

Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales,

Her shady dells, her flow'ry dales,

The haunts of peaceful rest.

I love her forests, dark and lone,

For there the wild bird's merry tone

I hear from morn till night;

And there are lovelier flowers, I ween,

Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen,

In varied colors bright.

Her forests and her valleys fair,

Her flowers that scent the morning air--

All have their charms for me;

But more I love my country's name,

Those words that echo deathless fame,

"The Land of Liberty."

Children's Corner; Poetry

All These Things

by Belinda van Rensburg

Jesus cares for you and me
For all the fishes in the sea
For crawling snakes and birds that fly
Upon the earth and in the sky.

Little bugs that buzz and hop
Horses galloping clip clop
Ponies prancing; dolphins dancing
Love birds kissing and romancing.

Sharp-eyed eagles that can soar
Mighty ocean waves that roar
Bleating lambs and chimps that swing
Refreshing showers in the Spring.

All these things and so much more
Jesus Christ loves and adores
He made each thing and everyone
Who lives under the smiling sun. 

© 2010

Children's Corner; Poetry

The Fisherman 

The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.

His life is strange ; half on the shore
And half upon the sea —
Not quite a fish, and yet not quite
The same as you and me.

The fisherman has curious eyes ;
They make you feel so queer,
As if they had seen many things
Of wonder and of fear.

They're like the sea on foggy days, —
Not gray, nor yet quite blue ;
They 're like the wondrous tales he tells
Not quite — yet maybe — true.

He knows so much of boats and tides,
Of winds and clouds and sky !
But when I tell of city things,
He sniffs and shuts one eye !

by Abbie Farwell Brown

Source: The Fisherman by Abbie Farwell Brown, Famous Children Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/famous/poem/the-fisherman-by-abbie-farwell-brown#ixzz2k6sZB9nW 
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Children's Corner; Poetry

Friends 

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see,
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.

by Abbie Farwell Brown

Source: Friends by Abbie Farwell Brown, Famous Children Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/famous/poem/friends-by-abbie-farwell-brown#ixzz2k5eP5LfO 
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Children's Corner: Poetry

"Ode to an Infant Daughter"

I thought a rose the fairest thing
That I could ever see
Until I saw this little girl 
That God had given me

Of music's finest part I thought
That I had heard the whole
Until my daughter's little cry
Brought music to my soul.

My arms I thought had borne their share
Of life's most perfect part
Until I held this tiny form
Against my joy-filled heart

I thought the greatest joy was mine
That any one could know
But then I only held the cup
Which now doth overflow

 Author: unknown