SOMEBODY CARED

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)

SHARING AND THANK GOD FOR FRIENDS

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.)

SERVANTHOOD

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.

A TRIBUTE TO OUR DAD

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)

GOD'S WATCHFUL EYE

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 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.

EMPATHY

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.