Are All the Children In
Florence Jones Hadley
I think of times as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the children played at will.
And when the deep night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look all around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"
'Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes childish feet
And the yard is still, so still.
But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And tho' many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"
I wonder if, when those shadows fall
On the last short earthly day
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired of our childish play,
When we meet the Lover of boys and girls
Who died to save them from sin,
Will we hear Him ask as Mother did,
"Are all the children in?"
Of What Worth
by Justin Swapp
Of what worth are the eyes
That have chosen their sight,
Regardless of what they see?
And the ears that have heard,
Something different being said,
Not hearing obviously.
Of what worth are the hands
That offer no help?
Of no worth to you and me.
But oh that mine
were as those that were hung
On the hill of Calvary.
Four Poems by Joe Medrek
Childlike Faith
She jumps off the chair
with no care in the world.
She closes her eyes,
with her arms all unfurled.
She expects Dad
to catch her,
and never to slip,
It's the faith of a child...
"Give daddy a kiss!"
Hope
He searches my heart
and He knows my thoughts,
for nothing can escape
the mind of God.
He has the highest of hopes,
they're lofty, yet free,
and I count on His Word
He has promised to me.
For there's nothing too big,
and nothing too small,
that I can't count on God
to be intimately involved.
He Changed Me
He changed my life
and made me whole,
from outside and in
right down to my soul.
My life is now filled
with purpose and meaning,
It's based upon facts
and not only feelings.
If you knew me before
God changed me inside,
you'd appreciate His love,
It can't be denied.
Song From The Heart
Sing to the Lord
a song from the heart.
Give praise to the King,
He'll never depart.
He never leaves,
nor forsakes
the sheep of His flock.
He's the shepherd to count on
in our spiritual walk.
All poems Copyrighted 1998-99 by Joe Medrek
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