Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Love unconditional,
Love so true;
Love that comes through the morning hue.

Love that cares
Through the deepest hurt;
Love that heals from all life’s dirt.

Love so forgiving;
Love so free.
That love God gives to you and me.

Love that sent
Our Savior dear,
To redeem us from our fear.

Such love we find
In Christ, the Lord;
Love that’s stronger than any cord.

It breaks the bands
That holds us tight,
And brings us from darkness, into light.

There’s healing for all,
And rest complete,
When we come sit at Jesus’ feet.

As we accept
The love He gives,
We will then begin to live.


Have you counted the cost my friend, to be a soldier true?
Standing up for what is right in everything you do.
The ears that hear, the hands that do; the words we speak each day;
Do they stand for what is pure, or do they often stray?

There is a cost to follow Christ, to follow in His way;
Are you willing to pay that price to follow Him each day?
Christ paid the ultimate price for us so many years ago;
He gave up all in sacrifice, because He loves us so.

What have we done to give Him thanks for how He set us free?
What have we done to show the world that Jesus is the Key?
The key to joy and happiness; the key to lasting peace;
The key to untold blessings that truly never cease.

We’re here to make a difference, to show the world we care;
We’re here to love with Jesus’ love and help, their burdens to bear. We are the only Bible which many of them read.
May the message that they hear begin to plant good seed.

What we say and how we act, will speak so very clear,
A message of hate or a message of love, what will your neighbors hear?
So count the cost today, my friend and be a soldier true;
Standing up for what is right in everything


My inner child is crying Lord, just longing to be free;
Free of all the garbage; free of all debris.

My inner child is crying Lord; I hurt from deep within;
So many hurts lie buried; it seems I cannot win.

I think back to my childhood, Lord, and try to block the things
That keep me from the victory and joy that Your love brings.

I felt so much rejection Lord; from on I loved so dear,
It seems I could not give myself, because I had such fear.

Fear of failure, rejection; fear of things unknown;
Fear of hurting others; Sometimes I have not grown.

My parenting seems so crippled by all the hurts I store;
I find it hard to reach out, to the child that I adore.

I don’t always understand him, or hear his deepest cry
Because of the hurts I’ve buried; Oh Lord, I feel so dry.

Help me understand him; help me reach inside;
Help me see with Your eyes, and in Your trust abide.

Help me show him Your love and patiently stand by,
To lift him up and hold him, when he would like to cry.

Lord, last night You showed me, that all is never lost.
When my son came to me and his arms around me tossed.

I feel like a caterpillar, just longing to be free,
Changing to a butterfly with wings of liberty.

You tell me in Your Word Lord, You knew me long before
I entered into this world and Your love, to me, outpoured.

Thank you for reminding me, how much You care for me.
Thank You for inner healing; thank you for setting me free.

In the dark of the night when all seems serene,
You wake with a start and don’t know where you’ve been.


In the dark of the night when all seems serene,
You wake with a start and don’t know where you’ve been.
Your dreams seem all muddled and don’t make much sense;
Your sleep’s all but gone and your body grows tense.

In the stillness of night, you have time to think;
To draw from the Savior, from His well, to drink,
But Satan comes in and subtly throws darts,
Of fear and frustration to tear you apart.

Before long you realize, you can’t sleep a wink,
For worry has put you right over the brink.
You reach for the pill box, but find no relief,
You lie there awake as you wallow in grief.

My friend, will you listen in the midst of your strife?
My Savior stands waiting to give you new life.
He wants you to draw from His wells that are deep;
If you will but trust Him, He’ll bring sweet sleep.

His Word holds such promise; He’ll never forsake,
Just trust Him today and your problems, He’ll take.
They won’t disappear but they’ll take on new light;
For Jesus will help you to set things right.

Christ longs for your presence; He longs for your love,
Won’t you let Him give you the peace of His Dove?
In the midst of the night when you wake with a start,
Trust Jesus, your Lord, to bring peace to your heart.


I need You Jesus, I need You now;
I need You Jesus, in this crisis hour.
I feel so broken and torn apart;
Come and heal my broken heart.

Crying and weeping, I come to You,
Asking of You, to fill me anew.
Fill me with peace and calm serene;
Help me always on You, to lean.

Only You, Jesus, can take the void
And fill me with that new found joy.
Only You can dry my tears
And take away my every fear.

Jesus, I choose to start anew;
Jesus, I choose to trust in You.
Trust You when the storm clouds rise,
Trust You, for You are always wise.

Lord Jesus how could I not see
What You’ve always done for me?
No one else could see me through,
Or say, “I know, I’ve been there too.”

Thank you Jesus for being here.
Thank you Jesus for hearing my prayer.
As I walk with You each day.
I will see the sun’s bright ray.


God sees your tears and broken heart;
He longs to love, and peace impart.
He sees your hurt and inner pride
That will not let a friend inside.

He sees the scarring that remains
Of deep rejection, searing pains.
Rejection that has broken down
The trust of anyone around.

But Jesus is a special Friend
That you can trust till journey’s end.
He feels each heartache that you bear
He lets you know He really cares.

There is no pain that you go through,
That Jesus hasn’t been there too;
He’s been rejected, whipped and scorned;
Before His Father, He has mourned.

He took your place on Calvary
Dying along, to set you free.
He longs to take you in His arms,
Setting you free from all that harms.

When Jesus comes to dwell within,
You will, an instant family win;
Brothers and sisters we become;
Our hearts together knit as one.


My mind goes back in retrospect to Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Four
When Charlie Feaver one day met a little gal the age of four.
It seems but only yesterday, when he first came to my door,
To pick me up for Sunday school, in obedience to his Lord.

Mr. Feaver was so faithful; he obey the Lord’s command,
In even the smallest details of following the Savior’s plan.
Going back to childhood memories, many things flash through my mind,
Reminding me of the kindness, in this man, we all did find.

Not only did he drive us from church, but invited us to his home,
There to enjoy many a scrumptious meal, and then, to his garden to roam.
Often we’d leave Fifteen Taylor Drive and to the woods we’d go,
For many a hike on a sunny day, led by a man we all loved so.

Such were the things he did for the kids from dear old Craven Road;
It never was too much for him, to pack his Chevy with a load.
Of this faithful servant of God, one could write on and on,
Telling how he was responsible for many a child being won.

I wonder as I look back once more, where some of us would have been,
If it had not been for the faithfulness of Charlie Feaver upon the scene.
For many a soul has met his Lord, because a man cared so much,
To follow his Lord serving little ones, that others wouldn’t care to touch.

A lonely waif or a lumber jack, God met them and saved their souls,
As Charlie gave them spiritual food, that met their eternal goals.
As Charlie Feaver now meets his Lord, I know he will hear Him say,
“Well done, thou good and faithful son, this is your crowning day.”

(Editor’s note: Charlie Feaver was a deacon at Forward Baptist Church in
Toronto, Ontario.  After his retirement, he worked with and became the
President of the Shanty Men’s Christian Association. He and his wonderful
Wife were faithful to God and raised beautiful children who went on to serve
Christ, both at home and in missions)


Lord, I woke this morning to the rising sun;
As I sought to ponder, a new day had begun.
Today’s a new beginning, new things You have in store,
Help me Lord to listen; to listen to You more.

Forgetting all the past, help me forge ahead,
Living in the present, not in the distant head.
Too long I’ve lived in mire, hurt and unforgiveness;
I want a new beginning Lord; will you now take my weakness?

As the sun began to rise and fill the eastern sky,
A stream of light did gather and o’er the water lie.
That light reminded me Lord, that You want me to be
That light to all the hurting, who need to be set free.

Only as I’m full of You, can I shine forth as light;
Bringing them the message that God will heal their plight.
Lord, let me be a beacon, beaming out light for You,
Helping them hear the message that Jesus loves them too.

Heal me Lord, so I can be a witness to Your power,
Being arms outstretched for You, in their desperate hour.
Yes, I’ll be that beacon, shining forth the light;
Yes, I’ll be a beacon to those in the dark of night.


There’s a treasure in our children that sometimes seems obscure,
As day by day we care for them and make their pathway sure.

From break of dawn, till setting sun, their needs, we must fulfill;
From feeding and to clothing them, to breaking their strong will.

Their cuts and bruises, we must mend and do so with such love;
That they might feel within your breast, Jesus, the tender Dove.

We need to take the time with them, around the family Altar;
Teach them all that’s in God’s Word, and how they too, can prosper.

If we will live the Word of God before our tender ones.
We will someday, see fruit thereof, as to the Lord they run.

A prayer they’ll share when we have need, a blessing, unsuspected,
As they return to us some day, a joy that never endeth.

The faith instilled with a child will never go astray;
For when they face the trials of life, God is not far away

When they grown up, they’ll ne’er forget the times on Mother’s knee,
When she bent down and kissed their brow, or with the Lord, did plea.

And someday when our children grow and they are Dads and Moms,
May they in turn be leading lights to all their little ones.


Our children are an heritage,
An heritage from God.
They’re planted for a season,
Upon this earthly sod.

We have such little time with them
To mold and shape their lives,
For much too soon, we realize,
It’s time to leave the hives.

What have we taught our little ones
That will take them through their life?
What kind of truths have we instilled,
As they join man to wife?

Will they look back upon their lives
With joy and gratitude,
When they remember, oh so well,
How on God’s Word, you stood.

It will not be the things of life
That will bring pleasure rare,
But it will be the times they saw
You cry to God in prayer.

When we instill God’s principles,
As they go through their prime,
We need not fear; God’s Word declares,
They will pass the test of time.

Take heart, dear parents; ne’er give up;
Your children will come through.
If you’ve been faithful to God’s Word;
His promise will come true.

Our children are an heritage,
Loaned to us for awhile;
May you be faithful to His Word
And go that extra mile.


Somebody cared down on his knees,
Somebody cared; was that one me?
Down on my knees calling on God;
Down on my knees, feeling His prod.

Caring for those hurting so deep,
Caring for those who lie in a heap;
Lives so shattered and torn apart,
Dying of a broken heart.

Help me Lord to hear their cry;
Help me reach out e
E’er they die.
Many come right by my door,
Open my eyes to see them more.

Lord, prepare me on my knee,
For prayer, I know, is the key;
To unlock doors and break the chains,
Bringing the lost, eternal gains.

Lord prepare me through Your Word,
To help those who have never heard;
That You car whatever their need;
Lord help me to plant the seed.

Help me to act out Your love,
Help me to take off my glove;
Fearing not to soil my hands,
So that others can break their bands.

Somebody cared down on his knees;
Somebody cared Lord, let it be me.
Down on my knees, I’ll call on God;
Down on my knees, I’ll feel His prod.

(Inspired from sermon Feb. 6, 1983)


Lord, we have a lot to share; help us Lord to share it.
Lord we have a lot to give; help us Lord to give it.

Many hurting people, Lord, cross our path each day,
Help us to be sensitive, and for their needs, to pray.

May our arm be Your arm, reaching out in love;
Picking up the fallen, being led by the Heavenly Dove.

Let us talk of Jesus, but let us live Him too.
In our every action, may Jesus be seen anew.

We thank you God for friend who care
To take the time to love and share;
We thank you for their little smile,
That makes us feel that life’s worthwhile.

We thank you for the times they share
Before the throne of grace in prayer,
Talking to You about our need,
Letting us know, they care, indeed.

We thank You for the little ways
They share to give us happy days;
But most of all, we thank You, God;
They’re sensitive to the Spirit’s prod.

Oh Lord, bless all our friends today
And use them in a special way.
Grant them wisdom from above
And fill them with the Spirit’s love.

(Editor’s note:  These two poems go
Hand in hand so I have put them on a
Page together.)


Surrendering to servanthood; Lord, what does it take?
Abandonment of selfishness, to work for others’ sakes.

Abandonment of selfish pride and all that wants acclaim;
To work alone for Jesus Christ, to glorify His Name.

A servant must be willing to get down on his knees,
And wash the feet of others; this is the secret key.

Servanthood means giving; giving all you have;
Bringing joy to others, and to some a healing salve.

Jesus, You were humbled to take a servant’s role;
You were brought humility, to the very soul.

Nothing that You did Lord, deserved what You received;
But through Your true humility, many have believed.

Jesus, make me willing to be a servant true;
Help me be like You, Lord, in everything I do.


Dad you’ve been so special to each and everyone,
Especially to your family, in the many things you’ve done.

Dad, you have well taught us, how best to serve our God,
By practicing the Bible, and never sparing the rod.

Dad, you taught us honor in everything we did;
You never spared to show us, if we sin, it can’t be hid.

From youth you sought to teach us, the treasures from God’s Word.
One by one, we came to Christ, as our sinful hearts were stirred

As we’ve grown and stretched a bit, we’ve made a few mistakes;
Silently, you prayer for us; in our lives you had some stakes.

We honor you today Dad, for who you really are,
Your kind and gentle spirit, that’s spread both near and far.

You’ve reached out to so many throughout the by-gone years,
Sharing the love of Jesus, teaching that God still hears.

As you have graduated, we’re sure you’ll hear Christ say,
“Well done thou faithful servant; this is your crowning day.”

(Written for my wonderful father for his HOME GOING., April 11, 1985)


My child, I see you as one with a glow,
Filled with a heart set to overflow.
You have much to give but in fear you hold back,
Feeling somehow that there’s something you lack.

Whatever you lack, I promise to give;
So give Me yourself, and in you, I will live.
You have a gift of sharing yourself
So don’t be shy and sit on a shelf.

Your thoughts in writing have healed many wounds;
Reach out each day and be spiritually tuned.
If you will obey, I have much for you,
Behold, I’m about to lead you anew.

I’ll take your shyness and give confidence,
If you’ll do your part; not sit on a fence.
So many are hurting deep down inside,
I long to use you to heal their pride.

You can do all things while you trust in Me.
I am your answer; I am your key.
You, too, are special; I love you so much
Reach out in faith and you’ll feel My touch.

Fear not, My child, as I do work through you.
Many are called, but the chosen are few.
Those who will let Me, I’ll work through today;
Take now My hand as I lead the way.

Editor’s Note:  I wrote this poem for a fellow author
 Who was very shy to share her gifting.  I gave this to
Her as my gift of faith in her ability.

My Kinsman-Redeemer, my wonderful Lord, My Saviour, Baptizer, the infinite Word.
He died to give comfort to set us all free; My Kinsman-Redeemer, what a wonder to me!

He paid for my healing from struggle and strife; He paid for my pardon, to give me new life.
No longer I wallow in Satan’s device; Today I will chose to accept Jesus’ price.

The price of now giving my all for His sake; Today, for my Jesus, His will I will take.
Not my will but Thine Lord, I give to You now. My Kinsman-Redeemer; at Your knee I bow.

Whatever Your will Lord, help me to be free To come to you now Lord, on my bended knee.
No longer I want to be bound by my will; I want that my life will, in You, be fulfilled.

I long that Your life will be my Spinal cord, Filling my life with the joy of the Lord.
Wherever You take me; may I sense you there; Taking my burdens that You promised to bear.

My Kinsman-Redeemer; my wonderful Lord;
My Kinsman-Redeemer, I stand on Your Word.


A tender heart God’s given you
To feel the pain of others.
You seem to give of all you have
To sisters and to brothers.

You feel their heart beat and their pain,
You sense the need to bolster;
When they no long, can hold on
Through life’s big roller coaster.

The secret prayers you pray for them
Gives strength when they would falter;
So when God urges you to pray,
Don’t faint and never falter.

For in the realm of angels’ songs
These prayers will go on ringing;
One by one you’ll see God’s work;
He’ll fill your heart with singing.

God know He can rely on you
When He asks you to pray;
So friend, trust Him and don’t give up;
He’ll lead you all the way.

Monday, September 13, 2010


Can you smell the fragrance
Of a budding rose?
It sends forth its perfume
As it gently grows.

One by one the petals
Burst into full bloom;
Sending forth its fragrances,
Till it fills the room.

We are like that flower,
With a beauty rare.
Sending forth a fragrance
To lost ones everywhere.

His name is as an ointment;
Poured forth to the weak.
Share the Name of Jesus,
So His love, they will seek.

Be that wondrous fragrance
Drawing men to God.
Be that wondrous fragrance;
Share God’s love abroad.


It’s time Lord, to see time; the time that’s passing by,
While we sit back in easy chairs and hear not those who cry;
Cries of hurting people, scarred so deep within,
Scarred from all their past, and scarred with the weight of sin.

It’s time Lord, that we get up; get off our easy chairs,
And lead these ones to Jesus, Who’ll shoulder all their cares.
It’s time Lord that we would see these ones, through Jesus’ eyes,
Free of all the hurting, and free from Satan’s lies.

It’s time Lord to speak for You; speak to our loved ones dear,
And tell them of our Savior, Who’ll drive away their fears.
It’s time to be their Bible that they will read and see
May they see Christ in our lives; see Jesus as the Key.

Key to true forgiveness; key to a life supreme,
Life that’s lived in Jesus and fulfills their every dream.
Yes, Jesus, You’re the answer, the answer to their need;
Help us tell the whole world; help us plant the seed.


Grandma, we give you a special task;
It’s something needed, of you, we ask.
To pray your family through to God,
Allowing the Lord, to gently prod.

Grandma, you have time; much time to share
The burdens of life, your children bear,
But most of all, you have time to pray
That they’ll be drawn to the Savior’s way.

Pray in the harvest; harvest of souls,
Praying them through to eternal goals.
Pray without ceasing, and you will see,
Your children won for eternity.

Fell not, your days are wasted or spent.
Your prayers will see your family repent.
Keep pressing on to the Throne of Grace;
Never give up, the fight of faith.

God hears the prayers of a Grandma Dear;
God hears your prayers and see all your tears.
He sees you as a beacon of light,
As you call to Him through the day and night.

No one can replace a Grandma’s love;
A love that’s gentle as a dove,
A love that will see the children through,
When they, themselves, get in a ‘stew’.

Our Grandmas seem to understand;
Our Grandmas don’t throw up their hands,
They move, instead, to bended knees
And bring to Father, all their pleas.

Thursday, September 9, 2010


Nature is a wondrous thing;
Sparrows and the robins sing.
God who made earth and heaven,
Made for the birds a little haven.

Many wild and wondrous flowers
Spring up in the woods.
By the rains, they are showered,
Through the sun they get their food.

In the woods so bountiful
Deer run to and fro,
With the freedom of a man,
After the hunting season goes.

Oh that men would realize,
What God has given them,
Through nature and its beauty,
And the sun, a shining gem.

Writer’s Note:
This was my 1st poem ever written
 while in English class in Grade 11


The jagged rocks along the road,
Speak of life as they unfold.
They’re sharp and ragged and often steep,
Making our footing hard to keep.

Life has so many ups and downs,
Causing us to oft lose ground;
But we plug on in the climb of life,
Fearing not, the times of strife.

Our climb is ever upward,
Looking to higher goals,
Looking to the Savior,
The Keeper of our souls.


God’s beauty is all around us,
God’s beauty is everywhere;
The Fall brings forth its colors
In a spectrum, oh so rare.

The hues of gold and of crimson;
Blending of burnt orange and brown;
Caught in the rays of sunlight,
To shine like a shimmering gown.

The beauty’s oh so breathtaking,
How can we comprehend
That God, the Great Creator,
Could give us such a blend?

Sunday, September 5, 2010


In the twinkling of an eye
When the skies are open wide
And the angels fill the heavens with a shout.
We will see the Lord above
Coming down in glory bright,
As He gathers all His loved ones to His side.

What will happen in that day
When the Lord returns this way?
Will you hear His welcome voice say, "Come My child?"
Or will you stay upon this earth,
With those who had no time
To accept the joy and peace that Jesus gives?

Oh my friend, won't you today,
Let the Savior have His way?
Open up your heart and let the Savior in.
He will fill you with a peaceAnd give joy and full release,
And your burdens will be rolled back as a tide.
Now when Jesus passes by,
In the twinkling of an eye,
You will hear Him say, "Come with Me, child of Mine.
For you've given Me your heart
And have surely done your part,
Now today, you'll reign with me eternally.