I don’t often use poems, but this one is particularly meaningful to me. It was composed by Edgar Guest.
Edgar Guest’s: “Myself”
“I want to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able as days go by always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun & hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf a lot of secrets about myself
And fool myself as I come and go into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am. I don’t want to dress myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect, I want to deserve all men’s respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf, I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to think as I come & go that I’m bluster & bluff & empty show.
I can never hide myself from me, I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know, I never can fool myself – and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be self-respecting and conscience free.”
Here’s another neat little poem from the class book “The Lord’s Supper by Dick Blackford” that we’ve been using on Sunday mornings in the teenage class. The author is marked as unknown, but the words are worth hearing:
It was not a bolt of gold, But only a cross of wood,
Yet the bliss can never be told, When its meaning is understood.
It speaks of the mountains crossed, The crooked and rough made plain,
Of the climax of toil and cost That brings man to God again.
The following poem about the Love of God toward man came from a class book I’m using with the teenagers on Sunday morning called “The Lord’s Supper” by Dick Blackford from the “Guardian of Truth Foundation.” It doesn’t have the title but the given author is P.M. Lehman:
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
And every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God for man
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Have a blessed day thinking about that!
There aren’t that many good poets out there in our day. There are even fewer good Christian poets.
That’s one of the reasons why I really like Randal Matheny’s poetry. You really owe it to yourself to read this one: http://alturl.com/isou4
Regarding gift-giving, I think this poem just about says it all:
I wrote this back in elementary school (per an assignment if my memory is correct) & for whatever reason it still comes to mind from time to time.
There once was an old billy goat
Who took a big bite of a boat
He said, “This is good;”
“It’s made out of wood.”
Only now the boat will not float!
Not really encouraging, necessarily, but if you smile or at least roll you eyes, that’s good enough! 🙂 Have a great day!
A New Year
Adam B. Cozort
If two thousand ten is like two thousand nine,
Opportunities will abound for the Lord’s work to shine.
But if the latter year is not like the first,
Will it be better or will it be worse?
The good news, my brethren, is it does not matter,
For our God will be with us for worse or for better.
As we usher a new year in once again,
God will remain with us as He has always been.
However, our God requires action from us.
Will you be counted among those He can trust?
Will you stand with the faithful on the front line of battle,
or will you try to just stand in the back and prattle?
As we start this new year the time is at hand,
To present God’s Word to all that we can.
Will you stand faithful and use all your might,
To stand for what is godly, true, and right?
There is no individual God does not want.
None who cannot help with the task from the front.
In this new year our task should be clear:
To spread the Gospel both far and near.
Will you resolve to put God first in your life,
Whatever the conflict, whatever the strife?
To resolve to fulfill our Lord’s commands,
Even if it makes you unpopular with friends.
The new year approaches, it has reached the front door.
It is time to decide what you will use this year for.
Will you come with me and stand by my side,
To hold up the banner, to fight and not hide?
With God on our side who can stand in our way?
Only ourselves, if we choose not to stay.