Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Children's Corner; Easter Poetry

Easter Joy
 
 
Jesus came to earth,
To show us how to live,
How to put others first,
How to love and how to give.
Then He set about His work,
That God sent Him to do;
He took our punishment on Himself;
He made us clean and new.
He could have saved Himself,
Calling angels from above,
But He chose to pay our price for sin;
He paid it out of love.
Our Lord died on Good Friday,
But the cross did not destroy
His resurrection on Easter morn
That fills our hearts with joy.
Now we know our earthly death,
Like His, is just a rest.
We'll be forever with Him
In heaven, where life is best.
So we live our lives for Jesus,
Think of Him in all we do.
Thank you Savior; Thank you Lord.
Help us love like you!
 
 
By Joanna Fuchs
 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Children's Corner; Short Stories

The Negro Mother

Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
Look at my face -- dark as the night --
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.

Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.

Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.

BY
Langston Hughes

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Children's Corner; Christmas Stories

Mama's Christmas Miracle



Mama told me a story a long long time ago not like any that I'd ever heard,
all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.
Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well,
it was a Christmas eve I'll never forget as far as I can tell.
We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me,
I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree.
Dad wasn't doing that well and money was scarce that year,
Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear.
She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago,
who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed.
Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside,
that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried.
"Lord let Santa remember me if not just this one time, I promise I won't ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine."
She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received,
she knew that Santa would really come if only she believed.
She wrote a letter to Santa unfamiliar to most girls and boys,
Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys.
Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants,
hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brother's hands.
At the bottom of her list she asked if it not be to much, for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch.
Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree,
Not a present to be found as far as she could see.
She didn't give up hope as she heard a knocking sound,
When she opened up her door a great big box she found.
She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too,
She said "my prayers were answered, there's something in here for all of you."
Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands.
Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said Merry Christmas I love you one and all.
I'll never forget that story because much to my surprise,
I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother's eyes.
For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn't know,
The little girl in Mama's story was my mother long ago.

This poem is about a childhood memory I will never forget. God bless all the mothers in this world and may all your Christmases be ones to remember.

© Kathy J Parenteau

Source: Mama's Christmas Miracle, Christmas Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mamas-christmas-miracle#ixzz2nlt6WS9N
Family Friend Poems

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Children's Corner; Christmas Poetry

The Greatest Birthday

'Glory to God in the highest
And on earth peace good will toward men'

Born unto a virgin was God's only begotten Son
Emmanuel (God with us) is the title of The One
Mary's father was of Judah, the linage of a king
Mary's mother was a Levite, from Aaron's priestly string
The world beheld a brilliant star a shining in the east
The sign of Christ, The King of Kings, Lord of Lords, and High Priest

'Glory to God in the highest
And on earth peace good will toward men'

Shepherds in the field keeping watch over their flock at night
The angel of the Lord appeared and gave them such a fright
'Fear not: for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy'
For unto you is born this day, a Saviour, Christ the Roi
The Babe is wrapped in swaddling clothes, a lying in the hay
Heavenly host gave praise to God on the greatest birthday

'Glory to God in the highest
And on earth peace good will toward men'

(Luke 1: 5-36,2: 6-14,3: 23-38) 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Children's Corner; Christmas Poetry

Our Christmas

Christmas came early for you and for me
Christmas with no gifts to open
Christmas without any yuletide tree
Christmas with words of love spoken
Christmas was walking to York hand in hand
Christmas in awe at the Minster
Christmas togetherness was just what we planned
Christmas was chaffed legs and blisters

Christmas was cups of tea served early morn
Christmas was being together
Christmas was loving from dusk until dawn
Christmas remembered forever
Christmas was driving through floods for the view
Christmas ‘our planning’ was starting
Christmas our Christmas meant so much to me
Christmas our bitter sweet parting


Stephen Holland

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Children's Corner; Poetry

CHILD'S EVENING HYMN


Now the day is over,

Night is drawing nigh,

Shadows of the evening

Steal across the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,

Stars begin to peep,

Birds and beasts and flowers

Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary

Calm and sweet repose;

With thy tenderest blessing

May our eyelids close.
Grant to little children
Visions bright of thee;

Guard the sailors tossing

On the deep blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer

Watching late in pain;

Those who plan some evil

From their sin restrain.

Through the long night-watches

May thine angels spread

Their white wings above me,

Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,

Then may I arise

Pure and fresh and sinless

In thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father,

Glory to the Son,

And to thee, blessed Spirit,

Whilst all ages run.

Amen.


Sabine Baring Gould

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Children's Corner; Poetry

Father, We Thank Thee


Father, we thank Thee for the night,
And for the pleasant morning light,
For rest and food and loving care,
And all that makes the world so fair.

Help us to do the things we should,
To be to others kind and good,
In all we do, in all we say,
To grow more loving every day.


(Author Unknown)

Monday, November 25, 2013

Children's Corner; Poetry


Friday, November 15, 2013

Children's Corner; Poetry

God is Near



God is with us all the time
Making sure we're safe and fine;
Taking care of all our needs
And helping us to do good deeds.


In summer heat and winter cold
We always have His hand to hold
And though we're worried, glad or sad
We're daily cared for by our Dad.


God is near, in fact He's here
And we don't have to live in fear
Of anything or anyone
When we have faith in God's own Son.

by Belinda van Rensburg


© 2012


Everyone Please be sure to check out this link for the author's website, I personally found all poetry to be enlightening, uplifting, and inspiring and I'm sure you will too!!


Thursday, November 14, 2013

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

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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


Sunday, November 10, 2013

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