... at others too tall I could not measure up to what I saw No not a beauty-not at all Sometimes too fat, sometimes too thin Not even content with the color of my skin But then I saw myself through His eyes A beauty to behold, just the perfect size Not a blemish or spot to mar me He created me so perfectly There ’ s nothing wrong with the way I am I am valuable-a rare gem A woman beautiful in His Sight A woman special in ... His Eyes For so long all I could see Was the image mankind reflected back to me Nothing special, not pretty at all Sometimes too short, at others too tall I could not measure up to what I saw No not a beauty-not at all Sometimes too fat, sometimes too thin Not even content with the color of my skin But then I saw myself through His eyes A beauty to behold, just the perfect size Not a blemish or spot to mar me He created ...

... in the air, A scene that is breathtaking as he sits and watches there. Never in his life has he just sat and paid attention, To the drops of water falling as it just was mentioned. A hundred times it must have happened just as it has now, But never had he noticed it and he just wonders how? Why are we too busy with our jobs and so much duty? To stop and pay attention to our world and all it's beauty? Always seeking worldly pleasure in a man made thing, While missing pleasure naturally that this old world can bring. He thinks of people in the stores deciding what to wear, And all the products and the places just to fix your hair. All the perfume and the make up just to beautify, Diets, health food, drinks and fads all begging you to try. Beauty is a business and commercials always tease, But certain words come to his mind" arrayed ...

... Peaceful The sun is rising brightly on this wondrous Easter morn. A scene that's so breathtaking makes you glad that you were born. The silence of the breaking dawn and beauty of the sky, Makes you stop and meditate and sometimes wonder why? Why with all this beauty in a world so clean and bright, Must people be so selfish that they always want to fight. Countries battle constantly and there is no relief, People take up arms to fight because of a belief. So quiet as I stand here gazing at the rising sun, So beautiful I can't imagine hurting anyone. The world is big enough it seems why do they have to fight, The sun is shining on us all and sets on us at night. The beauty of creation and the beauty of this planet, So many times are overlooked and taken so for granted. The few years that we have here should be lived for all it's worth, But we ...

... In Full Blossom Oh, how I love your beauty my sweet, lovely rose. No one could deny the gentleness of your touch, This I realized once you became mine. Your quiet strength whispers with every memory of your love. Your fragrance fills the air with laughter like the beauty of a dove. Oh, how you touched me, you will always be near. I will never be the same this I cherish, there is no fear. When will you blossom? Where will you grow? How will I miss you? How will I know? I will never forget the sparkle of your love. You've touched so many you've made them glow. This is how I will know. Yes, no more thorns no more tears. Now blossomed, you are hidden from the years. Your beauty has reached it's fullness It must be time. In your lover's hand you now flow, like a dancer free to grow. ...

... The beauty of Jesus The beauty of Jesus The sandals that He wore torn and tattered and dirty did not change the appearance of the the holy feet and their beauty. The crown of thorns He wore stabbing Him in the head sharp and painful but still onward He tread. The cross that He carried so heavy and so tall falling on Him with each step but He did not stall. That's what I see when I think of what Jesus did for me He didn't hesitate to carry on so we could have the victory. How beautiful it must have been to see Him give His life for a people who didn't deserve it yet He still did what was right. When I think about the Lord I remember that should have been me hanging on a cross for my sins and for the whole world to see. So thank you Jesus for carrying me along when times are too tough and I'm not that strong.~Pamela Jean Scott~ ...

... The Flower's Beauty Flowers have a beauty That I don't deny But they only live a short while Then they fade and quickly die God helped me see the flower In a new and different way The Message is their color I pass it on to you today The BLUE ones are the angels As they watched from heaven on high As I left my throne in Glory To go to planet earth to die The RED ones say I Love You I shed my blood at Calvary The GREEN ones simply mean You'll spend eternity with me The YELLOW says I've risen I AM the Morning Son I lay no longer in the tomb My work on earth is done The WHITE is for deliverance I have set the captive free I have released you from the enemy You now belong to me And all the colors in between The PURPLE, ORANGE, PINK Means I can do way above All you ask or think So remember, my Beloved When you see a grand bouquet There ...

... Rosebud Like a rosebud I tenderly formed you; Each petal I touched with My grace; In colors of infinite beauty, Your spirit reflecting My face. A rosebud is sought for a season 'Till beauty and fragrance depart; But unfading beauty adorns you Who trust and abide in My heart. Come, walk with Me closely, My child, Your heart with My heart intertwine; Come, bask in the fragrance of Jesus 'Till all the world knows you are Mine.~Connie Faust~" God, who through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ" (2nd Corinthians 2: 14 & 15 NIV) [by: Connie Faust, Copyright 2006 (beracah @evenlink.com)-submitted by: Connie Faust] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Rare Flowers If I found beautiful rare flowers; I'd share this beauty with you. In hopes that you would receive it; And enjoy its fine beauty too. God is the God of miracles; This saying, though old, is true. From the gleaming sun of creation; To the tiniest flower of blue. From whispering winds of refreshment; To showering splashes of streams. From beautiful fields of flowers; Colorful rainbows, bright stars and dreams. Each an amazing miracle; Bringing faith to a doubting heart. God's hand has created great fountains; In dry cold desert places of dark. On dead soil, a desert lay waste; Until the hand of God intervenes. The miracle hand of God's grace; Sprouts flowers in places not seen. I have, found beautiful rare flowers; Not known to the natural man. Found in the places of God's touch. Flowers of faith, I hold in my clutch. I will ...

... Raking Memories I shall write to You this morning, Of the frost upon the ground, Of the squirrels gathering chestnuts, And the beauty that's around. I will tell You of the woodchuck Who is nesting in my yard, And of the haughty blue jay, Who is always standing guard; I'll write of little chipmunks, Playing hide and seek in leaves, And of the charming web that grew, From a spider's artful weave. I'll try to tell of flowers, Whose day of beauty passed, And how I stand in wonder As a sunbeam's spell is cast; Glistening off the scarlet, Drifting on to harvest gold, Bittersweet orange of autumn, A result of Jack's tight hold. I'll tell You of the leaf pile, That seems reaching for the sky, And the giggles of the children, Who jump in and make them fly. I'm sure You're standing with me, Maybe holding a rake in Your hand, Watching the ...

... light up the day And with the moon, He lights up the night. The night sky is sprinkled with millions of stars, What a wonderful, glorious sight! He gives us the beautiful flowers that grow, We enjoy them throughout the year. He gives us the birds to sing their sweet songs, What music we ’ re privileged to hear. The sound of the rain on the roof as we sleep; The silence of snow as it falls. The beauty of leaves as they turn red and gold, What memories of life to recall. The loving affection of family and friends; The love of a dear precious pet. God gives us all this to enjoy here on earth, But the greatest beauty we haven't seen yet. For when we reach Heaven and He welcomes us in, And we enter through the gates by His grace, The beauty and glory; the wonderful sights, Will forever be etched on our face. ...

... My Soul's Reflection Twilight beckons, I gaze up To behold a beautiful sky An amazing spectrum, magnificent hues I emit a wondrous sigh! I look with awe at abounding beauty Watch the birds take flight Across a kaleidoscope of colors The merging of day and night. I find an answer in that beauty A promise to make me whole For in that canvas I do find A keen reflection of my soul A reflection you may ask How can that ever be? Read on and you will find The answer that was me. Impending nights faint black streaks A reflection of my sorrow That has me questioning valiantly Would there ever be a tomorrow? Dark purple hues slashed across Stark evidence of my pain That has me asking why go on For nothing would I gain Red hues close to the horizon Evidence of my creator no less Representing the crimson stains That have etched my life's canvas. Pondering on life s vicissitudes I find an amazing orange hue Is it ...

... . You don't see what I see in endless hues of light. I see nature dancing; you see rocks and trees. I see winds a-changing; you see a dangerous breeze. I see a radiant face; you see the wrinkles it bears. I see a soul at play; you see the body it wears. I see neighbors gathered; you see a block in your view. I see a one-world family; you see a chosen few. I see beauty within myself and beauty inside of you. I pray one day you'll close your eyes and see that beauty too. [© 2000 Terri McPherson (Windsor, Ontario, Canada) from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Ashes For Beauty I lived most of my life in hate and mistrust Ugly and rotten, I was full of disgust. I will admit that I did things for spite, Living in darkness, a child of the night. My look was so hard, I wore mostly black, I was so mean, cutting others no slack. Full of self hatred, Yes, full of disdain, I would burn my flesh just to feel the pain. I lacked all things good, with you, I will level, I worshipped demons, I loved the devil. When I would dress up in ribbons and sashes Still, my mirror, reflected only ashes. Then one day He found me, so full of myself, To Him I was worth all of Heaven's wealth. He left His home, Yes, He left the angels To hang on a cross, for hours He dangled. Laughed at and scorned, He hung naked in ...

... The Tear's Majestic Beauty Tis the tiniest thing that we've ever beheld The delicate drop of a tear But it holds deep within the power of God And to Him it is something so dear The droplet that falls appears crystal clear And only The Master can see The vast depth it contains of faith, hope, and trust Accomplishing its destiny It can fall to the ground, on a sleeve, or a face They are numbered and then safely kept God then writes in a book the day they were shed And the person for whom we have wept" The deep crystal river in heaven so pure"" Is majestic, I'll have to agree"" But, your tears hold a beauty to me all their own" God's voice gently whispers to me" Attached to each one is the incense of prayer"" And when it's time for My Will to be done"" I will soften their heart with the tears you have shed"" ...

... evergreen how did the rose get there. I always stand amazed when I am pondering this view, It always brings back memories of someone that I once knew. The evergreen reminds me of the people I have known, But one stands out just like this rose that blooms there all alone. The evergreen is beautiful like people I have met, The rose reminds me of someone I never will forget. The evergreen surrounds the rose with all it's greenery, But the beauty of the precious rose is all that you can see. It touches all your senses when the rose is blooming there, It makes you stop and notice all the plant life everywhere. Floral you would never see or pay attention to, Unless the beauty of the rose had it's effect on you. Sometimes things in life will bring the focus into view, And make you notice everything as if it were brand new. It makes you stop and be aware of all the ...

... Enter The Garden Enter The Garden Through The Gate Smell The Gardenia It's Not Too Late Take Time To Admire The Beauty Around You God's Creation Will Astound You. Rest A While, Let Thoughts Wander Who Knows Where, Here And Yonder Tranquility Fills Up The Pond. Water Lilies Twine And Bond. Frogs Croaking A Merry Tune Look Up And See The Moon Enter The Garden And What You Will See Is Beauty For Now And Eternity~Elizabeth Henning~Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved [by: Elizabeth Henning, Copyright 2010 (elizabeth.henning @gmail.com)-submitted by: Elizabeth Henning] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... earth and cover all I see. One little snowflake at a time as they accumulate, Amazes me when joined together what they all create. I watch the snowflakes piling up when landing on the lawn, And also see the ones that hit the pavement and are gone. Every flake is beautiful and started out the same, But reaching earth some vanish quickly, while some will remain. When the snow stops falling with this wondrous winter feat, A breathtaking display of beauty will then be complete. A blanket of the fresh new snow will beautify the day, And just one snowflake at a time has made it all this way. It seems that life is like a blanket of the fallen snow, Accumulated through the years, to make life as we know. Friends and loved ones came to us as with the pretty flakes, One at a time, each beautiful, to mold our lives and fates. Some come into our lives to ...

... dawn, Thus began another beautiful day. I lifted my face to enjoy it, And then froze as my eyes did behold, What once was hidden by darkness, But sunlight had clearly exposed. The flag was ragged and tattered, Stars and stripes were faded and worn. It's edges were raveled and threadbare. It had seen much abuse, many storms. Old Glory had not been protected, Nor shielded from things that decay. No value was placed on it's beauty, To keep it from fading away. As I gazed at it's once splendid colors, Intended to glow like bright jewels, I thought of our nation's beginnings, And how it's seen many years of abuse. When America's founders began it, They had many dreams for our land. A place of bright hopes, new beginnings. One Nation under God was the plan! They believed in a Savior, Our Lord Jesus. The Bible, God's Word, they did take ...

... Painting Nature I ’ d love to be an artist With paint brush in my hand Painting all of natures beauty Seen in sky and sea and land. I ’ d begin with a morning sunrise Using soft and golden hues Then add a touch of crimson With grays fading into blues. I ’ d capture roses kissed with dew Sparkling in the morning light, And upon my canvas I ’ d form The shape of Geese in flight. I ’ d paint a colorful meadow As it comes to life in spring, And a nest of Robins so lifelike You could almost hear them sing. I ’ d paint an awesome waterfall Cascading to a lake below And far off on the horizon, Mountain peaks capped with snow. I ’ d paint mighty ocean waves And a lighthouse on the shore, All these things I would paint, These and so much more. But since I'm not an artist, On down life's path I ’ ll trod ...

... So you will feel the softness Within God's precious Land Where wings are softly waiting To bring you to the place Where love and understanding Will welcome you with grace Angels all have gathered To welcome you above Shower you with kisses Show their tender love Flowers all around you With fragrance every where Jesus there to hold you His Heart so filled with care Caressing you so softly Your head against His chest Telling you He loves you With your soul He is blessed Go forth in your beauty With wings of love and lace Halo that awaits you With diamond's glow embrace Fly on wings of angel Each day a gift we share Your countenance of beauty We gather in a prayer. [Francine Pucillo-from '2THEHEART '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... The Pristine Delight of This Snowy Night Perhaps God gave us the purity and shining beauty of the snow to remind us of Himself in His glory, and of the beauty of the city where He will live with His people in eternity." Have you entered into the treasures of the snow ?" God asked of the man Job. No prancing hoofs of vigilant deer, nor frisky puppy paws, have yet defiled the purity of the virgin snow; no stealthy step of prowling cat, delicately lifting nimble feet as he dances silently in the night, seeking a sheltered place to shake intrusive flakes from his satiny slippers. When the light of day washes over the landscape, blending with the lustrous sheen of diamond-sprinkled snow, time will awaken the necessity of clearing a path, shoveling a driveway, digging out a parking spot. As we doggedly battle the elements, striving for the privilege of waging another day's struggle for significance, we'll trudge through drifts ...

... across the darkened pathway of another; if I can aid some soul to clearer sight of life and duty, and thus bless my brother; if I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived my life in vain while here. If I can guide some erring one to truth, inspire within his heart a sense of duty; if I can plant within my soul of rosy youth a sense of right, a love of truth and beauty; if I can teach one man that God and heaven are near, I shall not then have lived in vain while here. If from my mind I banish doubt and fear, and keep my life attuned to love and kindness; if I can scatter light and hope and cheer, and help remove the curse of mental blindness; if I can make more joy, more hope, less pain, I shall not have lived and loved in vain. If by life's ...

... God ’ s Gift to Man A man is just a man, lacking in beauty and grace he stumbles along, feeling lonely and out of place till one day the heavens open up, form somber he awakes and beholds, the eve of true elegance a wondrous gift in his face so sweet and so delicate, to his manly embrace his heart fills with passion, which had never taken place he drops to his knees and thanks God for his gift, a promising vow that most soon out live a special flower, to have and to hold oh God, how we are so unworthy, of a gift, so precious, so bold her touch is so tender, her beauty like gold her arms though they be fragile, secure me, a fortress of stone man has no idea, the truth goes on untold how much God truly loves us, in granting such a treasure to behold a gift continually giving, an extension of life ...

... God's Bouquet You must bloom where you are planted In the garden we call life, And bring some special beauty to Each corner where there's strife. Perhaps you're but a dandelion, Wishing you were a rose, Yet in this place of growing things, You're the one God chose. It's up to you to finish what The Good Lord has begun, By growing just the way you should And face each days new rising sun. There's room for you, if you choose, To be in a glorious array, Of beauty from God's garden, that He'll add to His bouquet. [Author Unknown-from Bill Dorman] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... A Perfect Day The wind whispers through tall pines, Robins build nests in maple trees. An Oriole sings it's sweet song, It gives my heart a squeeze! Lilacs, white and lavender, Sends forth a fragrance fair. Soft clouds kiss sunny skies, With beauty beyond compare! I hear the children's laughter, As I gaze upon green hills. I smell the fertile soil, As a farmer his land he tills. It's a perfect day to remember, As I think about our God. And all the wonders of His hand, This earth His people trod. What treasures await us, When we take the time to see. His priceless gifts of beauty, He sends to you and me. Cattle in lush, green, pastures, Where quiet waters flow. And the ever-blooming meadows, Here on this earth below. It makes me wonder about our future, When we ascend to heaven above. How can we take it ...

... name. A" Trinity Flower; Our Lady's Delight ," All and one the very same. With it too was birthed a story, Of the colors it displayed. And the symbols that they stood for, In it ’ s heavenly array. How nature took its artists palette, And combined the perfect hue. On the petals of that blossom, Purple, white and yellow too. And orchestrated them together, In such perfect harmony. Stop and ponder at its beauty, Should you get a chance to see. For all of Johnny jump-ups colors, Sing a sacred psalm of praise. To the glory of the Godhead, Who they stand for, petals raised. Shy yet regal in it ’ s standing, A" trinity flower" thus ordained. Clearly so by nature's homage, Note the blessing it contains. For natures treasures often hidden, Are sometimes masked yet in full view. Receptive souls find what they ’ re seeking, ...

... the years accumulate, Many times we long for summer when it is too late. Life is meant for living and enjoying each new day, Life is meant for loving those you meet along the way. Never spend your summer years just basking in the sun, Unless each minute that you spend is with a special one. People need each other to enjoy the trip through life, A very special partner or a husband or a wife. Alone you can enjoy the beauty that is everywhere, But there is a special meaning when with someone you can share. Life is like a changing tree with brightly colored leaves, Your family and your friends and you can be compared to these. In autumn when the leaves start changing colors, they will fall, One by one until the branches have released them all. If I be like a changing leaf among one of life's trees, And all my friends and family were also such as these. ...

... Quiet Beauty I walked beside a little brook, Among some lovely trees, I heard an Oriole's sweet song, Drifting on the summer breeze. The sky was bright and sunny, White clouds drifted there, Mother Nature flaunts her colors, Buttercups and daisys blooming everywhere. I watched a pair of chipmonks, Racing up and down a tree. And wondered at God's creation, With all it's pleasantries. And as I walked a little farther, I heard a rustling sound. A mother deer and her fawn, Were nestled on shady ground. I stood in awesome wonder, How could this all be? Such love and peace in this place, The splender of God's Artistry. This day will live in memory, This quiet walk of mine, Where a little brook flowed gently Beneath the Willows and the Pine.~Eva May Young~It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a" Golden Ager ...

... Beauty Of Our Friendship Friendship is a Priceless Gift that cannot be bought or sold, But its value is far greater than a mountain made of Gold. For gold is cold and lifeless, it can neither see nor hear. And in the time of trouble It is powerless to cheer. It has no ears to listen Nor heart to understand, It cannot bring you comfort or reach out a helping hand. So when you ask God for a gift be thankful if HE sends. Not diamonds, pearls or riches. But The Love of Real True Friends. [Author Unknown-from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... An Old Lady's Poem An Olde Legend An Oyster An Unconditional Love And So I Choose Angel And The Star Angel Plea For The World Angel Talk Angels Above Angels Come At Midnight Angels Come To Our House Angels Everywhere Annie's Farm Another Christmas Another Day Another New Year Another Walk With Me Another Year Is Dawning Answered Prayer Apple Of His Eye Are You A Prune Are You An Orphan Arise -2 Arise Armor Of God As As The Eagle Flies ASAP -Always Say A Prayer Ashes For Beauty At Lazarus Tomb At The Door At The Foot Of The Cross Authored By Grace Autumn Autumn Flight Autumn Glory Autumn Is Coming Soon Autumn Skies Awakening Awesome Things In Life Azalea Cardinals Baby Jesus Poems Backyard Friends Balanced Life Be A Friend Be Glad -Do Not Be Sad Be Happy -Don't Worry Be Near Me Be Not Troubled Be Still Be Still And Know Beaming (Father) Beauty Of Our Friendship Because I Love You Because You Say So Before Christmas -The Ranch Before I Was A Mom ...

... Beyond Alzheimers This Ole House Of Mine Gods Masterpiece Song Of Spring Senior Version Of -Jesus Loves Me Sunny Today Gods Special Angels God's Special Gift No Truer Friend A Pastor's Pep Rally Sometimes Life Hurts A Tribute To Fathers My Faith Little Boys Advancing Age A Dinner Of Thanksgiving The Pristine Delight -Snowy Night Loves Essence When You're Down To Nothing Cutting Loose This Moment In Time God Is My Umbrella Life2 Where God Is User'friendly Midnight Encounter A Childs Love The Footlocker Days Of The Week Quiet Beauty Hero My Unfinished Poem Precious Gold Whatever Our Hands Touch The Gift Of Christmas Golden Sunbeams In The Sunny Southland Gethsemane There's A Difference Who Is My Equal Eternal Love The Prayer Warrior Wings To Fly Prayer Everyone Has Angels The Dreams Of Children Living Free A Day In The Life Cooking Spring In My Soul My Love Is Forever It's Me My Love Under Jesus Care I Am There God's Gift To Man A Mother's Special Love What You Will Be Lord -I Will Follow Gods Promises No Time ...

... A Smile Cross To Paradise The Easter Story Clouds Give A Little More The Journey2 My Beloved Live Well The Pristine Delight -Snowy Night I'm Little Treasures In The Attic Woman Of God Dear Little Bobby Matter Of Time A Warrior's Prayer Heaven On Earth There Is Hope Celestial Moments IF Bluebirds For You The Folks Next Door S O S Broken Pieces Refiner's Fire Christian Soldier's Love Poem Guilt Trip No Mistakes Sometimes Life Hurts A Matter Of Time A Worthy Vessel The Secret Place The Tear's Majestic Beauty God -You'll Carry Me Home Let There Be Light In A Land Of Sand Rotten History American Soldier The Three Wise Men Mary Christmas Greetings The Spirit Of Christmas Imagine That Simpler Things Turn Back In My Dream Thank You So Much -Lord Just Say Thanks Thanksgiving Reflection The Book A Tale Of True Love Enemy Of The States Folks In Heaven Each Season Autumn Glory Finding Dignity If You Knew My Jesus Who's To Blame He's Here Awesome Things In Life A Prayer For Guidance Have Patience The Clothes ...

... Soaring High Soaring through the sky so free Flying high, just being me How glorious is this world we reap All of its beauty for us to keep The sights and sounds, the air so clean All put here lovingly, grass so green Joyously gaining such strength inside Our hearts and souls, succulently reside I thank our Lord for all of his sharing For all of His love and all of His caring His rules are few, He'll be our guide So willingly, graciously we abide Enjoy the splendors of the earth Explore its ever-growing girth Encompass it with all your heart And lovingly, joyfully play your part Take care that it stays clean and free of so many pollutants for your family Those tiny little babes in arm Will soon be discovering all of its charm They'll thank God for the grass and sky And will themselves be soaring high [Susan Anderson 2001-from 'Themestream '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... skies. We hear the birds begin to sing. Their music in our hearts does ring. We thank you God~for all these lovely things. We hear small creatures moving about. Beginning to forage for food, no doubt. We feel the slightest breath of wind as the boughs of trees begin to bend. We thank you God~for all the wonders you send. You planned and created all we behold, long hot summers and winters cold. The beauty of autumn and awakening of spring, renews our hearts and makes us beam. We thank you God~it ’ s almost like a dream. You formed the mountains and made the seas. You designed the flowers and the stately trees. You moved Your hand and made all things, You knew such pleasure to us they ’ d bring. We thank you God~we acknowledge You as King. Your masterpiece You formed from dust, and that was when You created ...

... God upon a hill. I've never braved a torrent, 'Tis much too wild for me. But I have stood by waters still And heard God speak to me. I've never been to royal court And bowed before a king; But I shall kneel before God's throne And hear the angels sing. I've never lived in foreign lands, Though pleasant it would be, But I shall dwell in Beulah Land Beside the crystal sea. I've never strolled in marbled halls Their beauty fair to see, But I have been on Holy Ground For God was there with me. I've never seen a battle fought Upon a bloody field, But I have seen Life's vict'ries won Upon Golgotha's Hill. I've never crossed the ocean Or channel deep and wide, But I shall cross o'er Jordan With Jesus by my side. I've never felt an earthquake's rage-I hope 'twill never be, But I have felt God's still, small voice Bring peace and joy to ...

... it was lonely. because I was not at home, And I know that you missed me too. because you were alone. I know the separation was. not even a full year, But as I think of seeing you. I wipe away a tear. To see your smiling face again. and hold you close to me, Is what I've dreamed and thought about. to keep my sanity. To think of seeing you again. and just behold your beauty, We're down to counting only days. to end this tour of duty. I know that I have done my job. while serving Uncle Sam, I am a US soldier and it made me. who I am. But as I serve my country. and defend red, white and blue, I know that while you wait for me. that is a duty too. So knowing that you wait for me. while I am far away, Makes me love ...

... Whose Flowers Are These? Whose flowers are these growing wild along the path not taken? Whose unseen hand has sown the seeds that made these hills awaken? Who sends the rains in Summer to make the poppies grow, Then keeps their birth a secret from the villagers below? Whose flowers are these within the woods where few have dared to trod, Unseen throughout the ages known only unto God? With such beauty all around us, I wonder what I'll see In God's celestial gardens when angels come for me? [by Clay Harrison-from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Your Beautiful Life (To Teens or Others Contemplating Suicide) God decided in Heaven one day-that you should be born in a wonderful way. He chose your parents-their elements right-to create a special 'You. What a beautiful sight. There's no one on earth exactly like you-a miracle of life in all that you do. Sometimes we lose sight of the beauty we have. We don't see any good-only the bad. We start out our lives with the world in our hands, but, as we grow older, forget what's been planned. We feel lost and confused-unloved and alone and sometimes our hearts feel hardened-like stone. We almost get blinded by our saddened thoughts-'till we no longer see what we've really got. We get numb to the love of our family and friends-we can't see the hope, the future-just the end. These words said to you ...

... time to dream your dreams, For youth has passed its prime, And all too soon you realize That there's. so little time. So little time to reach the height To which you're bound to climb, For swiftly pass the waning years, And there's. so little time. So little time to pass regrets, And less, to make amends, Yet God can heal the deepest wounds In chosen, cherished friends. So little time to share God's love And beauty here on earth, And know, before His endless time, Their meaning and true worth. Oh, yes, there is so little time To seek the hidden door That opens up to heaven's time, Where time's forevermore. [Author Unknown (biblenotes @yahoo.com)-from 'Guidewords '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... I knew you very well But-now there's just an empty shell How to retrieve you from obscurity When you can't face your own maturity I can't attest to what has wrought This character devoid of thought The one whose essence I did share Now vacant eyes do a blank stare Where did all the substance go Where's the laughter, where's the glow You can't let reaching middle-age Put you inside a pity cage How we handle every scar Is what makes us who we are There's beauty found along life's way Don't stop because you age each day When one gives in to such despair It shows that faith in God is bare Age has no way of fasting With a God of everlasting Let go of your obsession It's time to make a confession Veracity will always win Over lies and willful sin. [Eileen T. Waldron-from 'Themestream '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Worlds Set Apart Oh, The beauty of the forest streams; Where high above the eagle screams, And from the mountains echoes call; I hear a distant waterfall. I walk the rocks along the stream; I ponder this a wondrous scene. Natures smells and sights and sounds; God s blessings everywhere abound. Pink Rhododendron in full bloom; I bow to smell it's sweet perfume, And as my eyes lift up I see; There stands a deer, he looks at me. He stands just by the waters edge; To watch him drink a privilege. Then off he runs through yonder trees; And disappears through forest leaves. I feel so very blessed today; To see God's wonders on display. For through them He calls out to man; I have a purpose, I have a plan. For by design He made us all. The fields, the trees, and mountains tall. The deer beside the flowing stream ...

... I WILL NOT FORGET YOU. YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN ON MY HAND !" And those incredible words, Have made me feel so grand. Oh, what joy awaits us, When we seek His amazing grace. Our wonderous journey has begun, One day we will meet Him face to face. The angels will sing His praises, And Jesus will smile as we arrive. Gone are the perplexing problems, In His love we have survived. As I think about the beauty, Of a world that's free from sin. My inner heart keeps shouting, Only in Jesus can we win! Does God love us so much? Is my name written on His hand? Oh, my beloved Father, On Holy Ground I stand! Isaiah 49: 15-16 It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a" Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child ...

... Ponderings I've learned that life is fragile; that plans may go astray. No matter our intentions, we live from day to day. I've learned that life is filled with changes; only God remains the same. There are few second chances; beauty fades as fast as fame. I've learned that no man is an island; that there is no place flee. We all remain connected if we opens our hearts to see. I've learned raised brows and whispered comments are rarely missed from afar; they always seem to say you're not as nice as you think you are. I've learned no matter where we travel or how far away we roam, one day we will all look back and wish that we were home. I've learned that sometimes when we look inward, we may not like what we see. Any change we wish to make begins with a person called, Me. I've learned each of us, at some time, ...

... silver" (Proverbs 25: 11 NKJV) Lord God I yearn with all my soul To send words deeper than a river That are wrapped in precious gold Lovingly tied with bows of silver They would tell you of my love With thanks for all your gifts to me From your heavenly treasure trove That you share so willingly With my thanks I hope to convey My faith in all Your commands And with trust I want to say I accept being putty in Your hands The beauty of Your creation Made with wonder and grace Compels me to bow in adoration Praying one day to see Your face Only in a realm so sweet Made by God to house the soul Could I find my joy complete My pieces of dreams made whole. [by Eileen T. Waldron-from 'Themestream '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... ’ m done, I ’ m through. How do you bring life back into someone when it ’ s seems all gone? Trying to urge them and arouse them seems to be totally wrong. I ’ ve tried everything from understanding to a cup of ice water. All I get for my plight is abuse and pure unadulterated slaughter. So that ’ s it, they can sleep there, and live in their own bad dreams. They can miss all the beauty in life, all things in God ’ s schemes. I have been there too and I know there ’ s only one way out. That ’ s to open up your heart and give God a piercing SHOUT!~Bonnie May~All Rights Reserved Bonnie was born in Shamokin, Pennsylvania in 1945. Poetry has been her passion for 50 years and she has had many of her poems published. She wrote a children's story as a senior in high school, that ...

... Peaceful Slumber Listen! How sweetly sings the breeze, merrily off trees, whispering wonderment, the ear quietly it does please, nurturing souls, drifting to Celestial splendor, beauty unfolds, as into peaceful slumber, coils surrender. Castles in the sky, growing columns of inspired aspiration, silver shadows flowing through all generations, warm cocoons of mortality, linked by silken threads, webs of lives where comfort embeds. Serenely rests the head of time, pillows puff by wisps of the sublime, mellow moments spark a fusion sphere, perfumed gardens alight, dancing nymphs are near. Oh mindful forest flower, rivers many bridges cross, branches leaved with neurons, invisible flakes of frost, tender is the night, spirits lovingly caress, sleep well my children, aware God will bless. [Author & submitter: Michael Levy, Copyright 1999, http :// www.pointoflife.com] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Sparkle Oh the stars that twinkle so Sparkle bright from Heaven's glow Light the night so God we'll know Cares for us here down below. Singing bright on cloudless night Makes me want to take my flight. Where God reigns from Heaven bright Experience peace tonight. Gives to me such peaceful bliss As I stand in night's darkness A peaceful muse; God paints this Just His gentle and sweet kiss. Star lit night defines beauty With the look of purity It's God's simple guarantee That He's there for you and me!~Melissa Sanders~( 02-16-2005) [by: Melissa Sanders 2005 (molassis @bellsouth.net)-submitted by: Melissa Sanders] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Wonder of Wonders There's wonder when a grain of sand becomes a perfect pearl; when, in the east, the sun will rise to heat and light the world. How does a mighty oak tree from a tiny acorn grow; and purple martins return in spring to homes they already know? Why have humans throughout time looked up and been convinced? The beauty of creation is awesome evidence. Perhaps somewhere deep inside our souls a sense of God comes through, and with the spark that lights the fire, we come to know what's true. Insight is granted to each of us to accept or reject as we will. And even if we ignore it, His Spirit remains with us still. He comes to us in sunshine, and He comes again in rain. He's there with us in happy times and shares with us our pain. It's when we learn to seek Him that all wonder is revealed. We'll say to Him, ...

... your life by these two rules each and everyday, Then life will be so beautiful because it is His way" My mother lived by these two rules and very seldom faltered, And never strayed from these two rules and many lives were altered. She always told us love was what keeps this world spinning round, And she would love the world until they put her in the ground. She understood so many things beyond the pearly gates, And told us of the beauty of the mansion that awaits. She told us of the many friends and family waiting for, The day when angels stand with her before the pearly door. She made our lives so wonderful until the day she died, And when we heard her final words we just broke down and cried. We tried to have the faith she had we wanted so to feel, But when we heard her final words we knew that God was real. She was weak and dying as ...

... Success To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. [Ralph Waldo Emerson-from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... and cutting there; weeding in between; Planting, mowing, trimming, sowing; my work's never done Right throughout the seasons and the years the work goes on. Water is its lifeblood; rain falling from the sky Without it the plants will simply wither up and die. During drier seasons I water plants and lawn; Early every morning; at the break of dawn. Oh, how lovely and serene; a joy to eyes and soul A place of wondrous beauty within which I can stroll; The weeding and the sowing; the toil with rake and shears Have produced a haven which improved throughout the years. Our Father has a garden hedged in by heaven's host Tended with great love and care by His Holy Ghost. Each and every moment He is involved therein; Trimming, weeding, mowing as He cuts away our sin. Parasitic plants are ripped out by their roots and all; Rocks and boulders are removed; the big ones ...

... The Victor's Song We've all heard about heaven, And the streets of purest gold, The gates are made of giant gemstones, What beauty to behold! Life on earth can be tedious, There's a twist in every road. But God, our Holy Father, Welcomes us to His abode. He sends a faithful angel, To escort us to this new land, And Jesus comes to greet us, With His blessed nail-scarred hands. He is the light of eternity, All the angels sing His praise. And welcomes all believers, Into eternities sweet gaze. There's no more sickness or sorrow, No more death tolls will ring. We are safe for all the tomorrows, With the angels we all shall sing. We will sing praised to our Savior, We will sing loud and long, Only through His death and resurrection, Do we have the Victor's Song!~Eva May Young~It gives me a warm feeling in my ...

... , but touches others too. A single happy smile can always brighten up the day, for anyone who happens to be passing by your way. And a little bit of thoughtfulness that shows someone you care, creates a ray of sunshine for both of you to share. Yes, every time you offer someone a helping hand, every time you show a friend you understand. Every time you have a kind and gentle word to give, you help someone to find beauty in this precious life we live. For happiness brings happiness and loving ways bring love, and giving is the treasure, that contentment is made of. [Author Unknown-from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... The Disciple I saw him Walking towards me. So this was" Him" The great" Messiah" Tall and strong. He stood a man of beauty, But a Savior? There hovered 'round His robe People, Of the lowest kind. He comes nearer; I'll pretend not to see. He walks with me And stands within The silent walls of memory In Grandeur and In Majesty... Oh, had I not raised my eyes To see Him! The rushing sea In all its power Caught my being. Face To face He looked inside my soul. My knees did tremble, My hands shook. His presence Hurled me through the sky. He smiled And softly touched my shoulder. His Spirit brushed my mind And for an instant, I saw The Son of God And could not walk away... [Author Unknown-Submitted by: Mary Ann Steadman] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... sky. From up above to valleys deep I ’ ve lived so brave and bold But now I ’ m slowing down a bit I know I ’ m growing old. Just like the blazing sun that sets The years have slipped away I stop beside a peaceful stream And close my eyes to pray. No longer do I rise above The mountaintops on high But down below, I quietly go Where sheep and cattle lie. I stroll across a field of grain Such beauty spilling over A prairie filled with grass so green A meadow full of clover. I venture to the woodlands Where a cricket can be heard The sights and sounds are so profound The chirping of a bird. Walking down a faded path I relish in delight The countryside has come to life Like fireflies in the night. Thinking back on younger years I always soared up high I ’ m living in the valley now My time on earth is nigh. In valleys there is blessed ...

... The Legend of Easter Lily Loveliest flower was I to see, In the garden of Gethsemane. My head erect, my pure white face Such a delight for all to embrace. For all who entered the garden gate, I'd boldly lift my head and wait 'Til they gazed upon my beauty fair. All who came would see me there. On the night before he was crucified, Jesus entered. He passed me by. He wept and prayed in silence there. All my friends bowed their heads in prayer. In pity and sorrow they gathered round, Except for me. I could not be found. I would not join in. I was much too proud. Bow my lovely head? No, I would not allow! News spread quickly, the very next day. All 'round the garden, I heard everyone say Jesus was going to be crucified. Oh, I wanted to run. I wanted to hide! I'd been ...

... may be, it will not take you to glory! As I began to read the Bible, which is God's written word, the things I learned amazed me, and I marveled as I heard that Jesus'death upon the cross was all I need to claim and heaven would be my destiny if I trusted in His Name. What mattered was what God said, nothing less and nothing more. The teachings I'd relied on, the good things I'd done before; the beauty of the sanctuary, traditions from ages past-When measured by God's own Word, not one of these would last." For by grace are ye saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; It is a gift of God, not of works, lest any man should boast "* At last I knew that Jesus'death had paid for all my sin; The only thing for me to do was simply" invite Him In" It seemed too easy to be true ...

... The Shulamite Woman (Song of Solomon) She toiled in the sun in her brother's vineyards, Exposed to the filth and grime of the earth; There was no expectation of grandeur, Nor a share of this world s wealth. But she caught the eye of His Majesty, Who became the love of her life; He courted and wooed her sweetly, And took her to be his wife. Her beauty, an enclosed garden, Was totally enjoyed by her lover, Closed to the world at large, And tasted deeply by no other. She enticed him with sweet perfume, Causing his desire for her to grow; He appreciated her as a lily among thorn, Seeking her depths to know. The king was taken with her love, She was perfect in his eyes, Milk and honey flowed from her tongue; He preferred her love to the finest wines. She recognized the voice of her lover As he came at break of ...

... With walls of glitter and pearls; She thought of all God's creation, The harmony of the worlds. She thought of all creation, So perfect and divine; She thought of joyful pleasures, And her Father's love so kind. She thought of heavenly music, The strains she loved to hear; She thought of God's son Jesus, Whose love she held so dear. She thought of time eternal, Passing ages in endless stream; In a place of joy and beauty, Beyond man's wildest dreams. And she thought of those still living, Awaiting the joyous day; To be taken into Heaven, And all things earthly pass away. What's this? A trumpet sounds? Has the day of judgement come? No one except the Father, Knew the time of return of the Son. Now it was actually happening, God's promise coming true; Joy filled her heart like a wineskin, The ages of waiting were through. Praise God for ...

... daffodils, Swept into a throng! They giggled lightly, fluttered by, And gazed up toward the sun, Asking if I wished to dance, And partake in their great pleasure. Their sparkling eyes and open mouths, Called for me to join, So how I could I but resist, When persuaded me they did? And with a happy heart, (For no longer was it lonesome ), I joined their happy chorus, Singing of life, grace, and beauty! And so I thought, as the day drew to close, How I a cloud, lonely as I was, Had made a friend of such a host, The glowing daffodils? I glanced up at the Milky Way, Strong and shining bright, And down again at the daffodils, Comparing the wonderful sight. And oh my heart, my heart beat fast, The wanderer in me, As I thanked the Lord for those daffodils, And floated away to sleep ...

... Thorns There was no hint of beauty in the crown of thorns He wore, as His sacred head was bleeding and the crowd cried out for more; No loveliness in Jesus as He hung on Calvary's tree, but the cross He bore and the thorns He wore make Him beautiful to me. When the thorns that I encounter pierce my heart with grief and pain, I will lift my heart to Jesus; He'll renew my strength again. As I lean upon my Jesus He will make my trials grow dim; and my heartfelt plea and my bended knee make me beautiful to Him.~Connie Faust~[ by: Connie Faust, Copyright 2006 (beracah @evenlink.com)-submitted by: Connie Faust] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Thank You, GOD Thank You, GOD for everything I've experienced here on earth-Thank You for protecting me from the moment of my birth-And Thank You for the beauty around me everywhere, The gentle rain and glistening dew, the sunshine and the air, The joyous gift of" feeling" the soul's soft, whispering voice That speaks to me from deep within and makes my heart rejoice-Oh, GOD, no words are great enough to thank You for just living, And that is why every day is a day for real THANKSGIVING. [by Helen Steiner Rice] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... We don't know our span of life, For God ordains our days. Our earthly life is but a breath, A vapor that fades away. So take time to say" I love you ", To your family and friends. For life is so uncertain, We know not when it ends. Take time to enjoy creation. God designed it for you and me. The sun, the stars, the silvery moon, The mountains, plains and seas. The beauty of spring and autumn, With colors so brilliant and bold. Sultry summers, so bright and blue, And winters so white and cold. Trees, flowers and butterflies, The birds, both great and small. Creatures of every shape and size, Our Lord created them all. God created for man a paradise. Through temptation, man cast it away. When sin entered the Garden of Eden, Perfection was tainted that day. But God loves man so very much ...

... once more at God's Summertime show. Who could doubt who He is? or His creation so grand? Just open your eyes, see what was made by His hand! Soon the locust will sing and the grass will turn dry. A different feel in the air and look in the sky. Yet flowers will bloom in bright colorful array and sunsets 'explode ' at the end of each day. And I will know that God is the reason That we have the beauty of every season. And He will stay with me and never depart, Lovingly tending the seasons of my heart.~Bonnie David~[ by: Bonnie David (bdavid @adamswells.com)-from Bonnie David] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... rain, for white clouds or the dark. For frisky gray squirrels playing in our town's small, fragrant park. I thank Him for the sturdy trees, for graceful lilac blooms. Dancing in a gusty breeze, wafting high it's sweet perfume." Everything has a purpose, that our Lord has made. It all works for our good, be it sunshine or shade. Spring has it's own surprises, it may not always wear a smiling face. Yet it's beauty will always amaze me, it's never commonplace! Just to feel the warmth of springtime, after winter's freezing days. Will always spark a smile within, to Him I lift my song of praise! Green is the color of life, that's what I've been told. The sun and rain bring back the green, as I watch Mother Nature's love unfold.~Eva May Young~It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a" ...

... There In The Hills As I stood at the edge of the waterfall, On a brilliant fall afternoon, The gorge was aflame with color, That will be fading all too soon. People had come from near and far, To see this glorious sight, Nature in all her splendor, Showed a kaleidoscope of light. My words could not do justice, To this beauty You have shown, With majestic trees standing proudly, As if guarding Your heavenly throne. I could see Your touch in the water, With its rapids rushing along, As it cascaded over the brim, I could hear the angel's song. Seagulls appeared as soaring doves, Spiraling through the sky, And from the delicate mist that rose, Rainbows caught my eye. Looking beyond the great chasm, To the hills that framed this view, Pure white clouds formed a billowing robe, So clearly, that's when I saw You. Standing there with Your arms spread wide ...

... alone Sight unknown And yet His eyes were watching me Chorus The anchor holds Though the ship is battered The anchor holds Though the sails are torn I have fallen on my knees As I faced the raging seas The anchor holds In spite of the storm I've had visions I've had dreams I've even held them in my hand But I never knew They would slip right through Like they were only grains of sand Chorus I have been young But I'm older now And there has been beauty That these eyes have seen But it was in the night Through the storms of my life Oh, that's where God proved His love for me Chorus I have fallen on my knees As I faced the raging seas The anchor holds In spite of the storm ~~ Ray Boltz Whether melting hearts with gorgeous ballads, or kicking up dust with a little rock 'n roll, Ray Boltz is doing what he has always done-taking the love of God to people... in ...

... for me I heard the angels singing Highest praises to the Lord As He called each name before Him To a true and just reward The light shone from His face So much more brilliant than the sun He held each one within His arms And said My child well done You fought the fight and ran the race Now great is your reward Come and see all I've prepared Ye blessed of the Lord I watched as doors were opened And as far as eye could see Such beauty I had ne'er beheld It took my breath from me Inside were walls of jasper Streets were paved of purest gold Loved ones there were waiting No longer sick or old A table set in splendor In this bright city built foursquare The marriage supper ready For those who entered there The saints were all arrayed in white With joy upon each face It was the love of Jesus That had brought them to this place I awoke from all my dreaming Praising Him who died for me I know ...

... Today, The Sun Yawned The thick whispering blanket of virgin white covered the earth where I live. Reminding me, of the Virgin birth of the Saviour, In its beauty, majesty purity and peace. As the days wore on came the arctic freeze and the feverish shaking where I live. Reminding me, of the temptation of the Saviour, In its extreme temperature of hardship, harassment, and heartache. Deep into the icy clutch death and depression set in to the breast and bone of every man where I live. Reminding me, of the preparation of the Saviour, In its demand for miracles or sacrifice. Father! I cried out, if it is possible, remove this cup I pray. Reminding me, of the agony of the Saviour, In its oppressive affliction. Yesterday, I heard the Woodsman chopping wood again, to take away the hopelessness and cleaving chill where I live. Reminding me, of the splintered tree ...

... " Perhaps you shouldn't wait"" For God to provide the answer"" After all, suppose He's late ?" But I remembered all the times, I've failed Him And I fell down on my knees I put my eyes on God above And I took them off of me I went boldly to the throne room Felt so good, I was amazed All the cares were lifted from me When to God I offered praise Well, the strangest thing then happened I saw beauty everywhere The sun shone even brighter And I didn't have a care I sensed God's Holy Presence Thought I heard the angels sing I fell down at the Savior's feet And I praised The King of Kings I went boldly to the throne room Felt so good, I was amazed All the cares were lifted from me When to God, I offered praise~Cheryl A. Mariano~Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved [by: Cheryl A. Mariano, Copyright 2010 (cherylmariano @gmail.com ...

... little kids as they play upon the swings So much I found that rainy day, how I missed so many things It's so easy to be overwhelmed with work, struggles, and strife And forget the very simple fact, there's so much more to life Within a short time the rain had stopped and the sparrow flew away But I'll not forget the simple thing it taught me on that day Of taking time to enjoy the things that God is always giving As there's great beauty in so much, even in the smallest of the living And it was that day I told myself, there's no need to complain Gave my thanks, and bid farewell to the young sparrow in the rain [by Thomas Quintana, Copyright 2001-from 'TPS '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... My Light At Dawn In the early morning hours Before the break of dawn I spend this time of peace and quiet Just God and me alone. The beauty of His creation The stars and moon still bright Only He, my Lord and Savior Could have painted such a sight. I take this time to pray to Him And praise His glorious name And if by chance I miss this time My day's just not the same. And as I live my daily life He's always in my heart He gives me strength to carry on If my own world falls apart. He helps me when I'm down and weak And despair is all I see He reaches out and draws me back His arms encircle me. The joy and peace that He can give Is just within your grasp Invite Him into your heart today You simply have to ask. So if your life seems empty And your days aren't clear and bright Make some time to spend with Him For ...

... in My peace; Let My presence bring to you A joy which shall not cease. Let My wind kiss your lips, My sun caress your hair; Look for Me in everything, Seek Me everywhere. Let My love engulf you, Let none take My place. My arms ache to hold you close When we meet face-to-face. -His messenger, Connie" Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear. So shall the King greatly desire thy beauty: for He is thy Lord; and worship thou Him" (Psalms 45: 10-11 KJV) [by: Connie Hinnen Cook (cjcook @mynewroads.com)-from Connie Hinnen Cook] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Days Of The Week Monday-Wash Day Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity, so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday-Ironing Day Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice. I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday-Mending Day O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thursday-Cleaning Day Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday-Shopping Day O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness for myself and all others in need of love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday-Cooking Day Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it with clean, sweet bread of ...

... sprawled across my bed. When I went in to make it up and left her there instead. Or my Grandmother, sitting in her rocking chair, looking through the window, At the roses blooming there. Or, the little girl next door, Humming a sweetlullaby. Hugging her baby doll, so he wouldn't cry. Contentment is peace of mind, That worry can't contain. It's trusting in God Almighty, That can never be in vain. It's the natural beauty, Of Nature's changing face. Heavenly clouds like angel wings, Drifting in the skies blue space. In all the hurry and the hustle, Of humans racing against time. Contentment can some-times be found, in something as simple as this rhyme. Knowing who leads across deep valleys, To Eternity on high. Brings the greatest serenity, Our yearning hearts to occupy. Oh Jesus, Savior of our souls, Lord of Lords, and King of Kings. Thank you for ...

... Compass In The Wilderness I searched and searched the world around In hope of faith and meaning Beyond closed doors and busy streets Along smoky alleys I sat weeping; Paths mercilessly entwined Mere shadows in the wilderness And up he came, eyes of a hawk Enticing smiles and covertness; Words of promise, all disowned A liar and a thief, his prey he purposed me to be Beauty, charm and poise, too many to recall Falling stars amidst the abyss of eternity; O Hear my cry, My Lord Hide not Thy face from me this day For I am weak and shattered No map, no compass, I've gone astray; And life took on a new beginning The shining light of Grace And to my dreams He brought true meaning Peacefully in my heart it took its place; He showered me with His Holy Spirit To overcome my enemies, strong And in good faith to endure all things Knowing to Whom I will always belong.~ ...

... a box and I fill everyone. I am very fortunate they all live close to me, So early in the morning I make my delivery. To each and every house I go with boxes that I take, Long before the sun comes up and long before they wake. I know that they all love it, the tradition will go on, And maybe they will do the same long after I am gone. But hopefully they understand the love and all the beauty, The same way I remember all the love of grandma Ruby.~James A. Kisner~[ by James A. Kisner 2003 (PoppyK1 @aol.com)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Designer-Creator Just walking down the driveway, surrounded by trees and newly transplanted hostas, coral bells and one stray red day-lily, I can't help but give praise to the Designer-Creator Who planned all this beauty and spoke it into existence. DESIGNER. CREATOR. All of creation came from Your hand All was designed by You DESIGNER. CREATOR. I cannot fathom Your endless love I lift my praise to You You filled the sky with each burning light to show me that You are life's one true LIGHT You touched the earth and the flowers grew revealing the love that springs forth from You DESIGNER. CREATOR. All that I want is in You REDEEMER. and SAVIOR. I am lost without You REDEEMER. Sweet SAVIOR. offering me life brand new You hung in agony on that tree paying the price, that I could be FREE Only in You is redemption found Sins are forgiven, I'm heaven-bound REDEEMER. my SAVIOR. Eternal life is in YOU~ ...

... " DITTO" He glances in the living room and sees her sitting there, She's reading something as she runs her fingers through her hair. Her legs are curled upon the sofa and she looks so sweet, She still maintains her high school figure and is so petite. Twenty years they've been together and she looks the same, As beautiful as ever and she keeps it very plain. She has a natural beauty and has such a lovely skin, Her eyes are deep and lovely and her nose so sleek and thin. He leans against the hallway door and just observes the sight, Everything about his love is beautiful and right. Her hair is long and flowing with a little bit of curl, She keeps it long and has since she was just a little girl. She flips the pages of the book and turns her head so slight, She still has on the nightie that she wore to bed last night. She pulls the ...

... When you try a little harder, and complain a little less, Holding fast to all the fervor of the faith that you possess. Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be More concerned with words like" you" and less with" I" and" me" When it's fun to do a favor, and to lend a helping hand, When being understood means less, than when you understand. Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast, When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last. When you can face your conscience, and be glad of what you are, Then every day is Christmas, with a stable and a star. [Author Unknown-from 'E-mail Ministry ' (EMailMinistry @yahoogroups.com)] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying person beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that boy, another weed in hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man. [Author Unknown-from Digory] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Every Cloud Every cloud has a silver lining, I know this to be true, Every time you see a sunbeam, They're shining back at you. When you see a rainbow, Its beauty bright and full, Remember that the rainbow Could ne'er be here at all. If it weren't for rainy days, Our world would never see; The splendor of a rainbow, God produced for you and me! Since every cloud has a silver lining, Every ray of sun is gold, A piece of Heaven here on earth, For us to keep and hold. Storms may come our way now, Days of dreary rain, We cannot know the reason behind them, It's something God can explain. When the path on which we tread, Is covered in blackest mire, It's then the Saviour holds us, And he will never tire. We may fall and stumble, When the road is dark as night, But to God that ...

... Eden Hand in hand we walk through the vast beauty of the infinite regions of our glorious forever, Eden restored, yet completely new. Eternity. that has no beginning and has no end. A place of constant fulfillment, yet anticipation, of more to come, like the first glorious taste of the perfect confection where each new mouthful is more exquisite than the first. We reach into the Storehouse of everlasting love, being immersed in the excitement of timelessness where good forever exists in a serpent-less garden. We drink with joy from the River of Life, poured out from our Father's Hand. Eternity has not time to count, yet there will never be enough of eternity that we would not long for. more of Eden. [Pamela R. Blaine 2001-from 'Guidewords '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... sun-filled room, an empty tomb A spectacle to see. In heaven, God reminds us The reason we are there How Jesus hung upon the cross Our burdens, He did bear. In paradise, on Easter As far as one can see Are scenes of Easter long ago And how this came to be. There is no toil or trouble The wages have been paid The walls are built with diamonds The streets are lined with jade. The pearly gates of heaven Such beauty to behold The sky is clear as crystal The walks are paved with gold. A rainbow stretches overhead Sweet cherubs fill the sky Angels sing and church bells ring They lift their voices high. There is no need of moon and stars Where everything is bright For all who dwell within this land Are bathed in Holy Light. Like brilliant prisms in the sun And beams of colored hue Somewhere beyond the universe The Lamb of God shines through. It's Easter time in heaven And everything ...

... do or say will shake her memory. Life goes on and what once was, will never be the same, Things that you have lost in life, you never can reclaim. He thinks" life's like the logs that burn" at first so warm and bright, But always flicker and go out when late into the night. Every year is different as with all past Christmas eves, But always with a flickering fire brings back her memories. Memories of her beauty on that night so long ago, Memories of that precious smile that set the room aglow. A night that was so beautiful it lasted until dawn, But on this Christmas eve the memories come but she is gone. Sometimes in life you have no choice in matters of the heart, Everything in life will end the same way that they start. Things are taken from you and then sometimes things just flee, Some things you notice coming, but some things you never ...

... Chosen Vessel The Master was searching for a vessel to use. Before Him were many, which one would He choose?" Take me ," cried the gold one." I'm shiny and bright, I'm of great value and I do things just right. My beauty and luster will outshine the rest. For someone like you, Master, gold would be best" The Master passed on with no word at all. And looked at a silver urn, grand and tall." I'll serve you, Master, I'll pour out your wine. I'll be on your table whenever you dine. My lines are so graceful, my carving so true. And silver will always complement you" Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass, Wide-mouthed and shallow and polished like glass." Here, here !" cried the vessel," I know I will do, Place me on your table for all men to view"" Look at ...

... A Friend If I could catch a rainbow I would do it Just for you And share with you Its beauty On the days You're feeling blue If I could build a mountain You could call Your very own A place to find serenity A place to be alone If I could Take your troubles I would toss them In the sea But all these things I'm finding Are impossible for me I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair But let me be What I know best A friend That's always there [Author Unknown-from Paula Abla Fummey] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... A Golden Chain Friendship is a Golden Chain, The links are friends so dear, And like a rare and precious jewel It's treasured more each year. It's clasped together firmly With a love that's deep and true, And it's rich with happy memories and fond recollections, too. Time can't destroy its beauty For, as long as memory lives, Years can't erase the pleasure That the joy of friendship gives. For friendship is a priceless gift That can't be bought or sold, But to have an understanding friend Is worth far more than gold. And the Golden Chain of Friendship Is a strong and blessed tie Binding kindred hearts together As the years go passing by. [Author Unknown-from 'Aiken Drum ' (Aiken @AikensLaughs.com)] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... . Then one day it happened as I started peeking out, Little heads with beaks wide open bobbing all about. Three of them and chirping loudly reaching to the skies And both the parents flying back and forth to feed the cries. For days I watched the miracle of nature taking place, And watched the growing little birds as parents stuffed their face. I watched the dedication of the parents with their duty, And realized I've seen first hand a part of nature's beauty. I also knew, to be so close and watch I had been blessed, But then one day I gazed out on a lonely empty nest. I never saw them leaving or the young learn how to fly, I thought that I might see it when it was the time to try. But life goes on and so does nature and I smile at this, Funny how the little things in life you sometimes miss. Because they teach a lesson of how precious ...

... An Easter Prayer God, give us eyes to see the beauty of the Spring, And to behold Your majesty in every living thing. And may we see in lacy leaves and every budding flower The Hand that rules the universe with gentleness and power. And may this Easter grandeur that Spring lavishly imparts Awaken faded flowers of faith lying dormant in our hearts. And give us ears to hear, dear God, the Springtime song of birds With messages more meaningful than man's often empty words. Telling harried human beings who are lost in dark despair 'Be like us and do not worry for God has you in His care ' [by: Helen Steiner Rice-from Michelle, via 'Nancy Cantafio ' (the-inspired-buffalo @yahoogroups.com)] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Alabama Morning A good day for fishing! Yes Lord, a good day. I grab my fishing pole and out the door I go. The cows are grazing. The meadow smells sweet. A cormorant sits atop a lifeless cypress tree, sentinel to these still waters that beckon me. Glints of sunshine dance across the rippling circles created by a stork in search of breakfast. As I walk nonchalantly by, engrossed in God's beauty, and army of turtles frantically leap into the water, regretfully sacrificing another moment in the sun. The pecan tree looming above stares in utter silence as her offspring fall threateningly close to me! At last I reach the path leading to my honey hole. As I turn the final bend, my eye catches the slow, methodical undulation of a 'gator on the prowl. I gasp in wonder at the ever changing sameness of this place! Reaching the waters that have invited me, I cast my line with ...

... , summer day, As I walked along a country lane, And saw meadows in grand array. High above the white clouds drifted, In a sunwashed, blue, blue sky. Over majestic purple mountains, This old earth to beautify. Yellow buttercups and white daisies, And Queen Anne's delicate white lace, Graceful, golden, butterflies hovering, As I searched Mother Nature's dear face. Weeping willows gently drooping Along a rushing, narrow stream, In all it's awesome beauty Twas like a resplendent dream. I lingered there much longer, I could scarcely take it all in: I thank you, Holy Father, It's like a fine-tuned violin. Sweet bird songs drift across the meadow, Mild breezed ripple through the trees, Life can be so appealing, It puts tumultuous hearts at ease. We've all heard about the garden, Where Adam and Eve reposed: Could it have been lovelier than this, Where God's love continues to be exposed? ...

... it all alone will take all my strength and might. My feet slip as I ascend so uncertain are my steps I look down at the earth below and my heart fills with regret. Taking on this task alone was much more than I could bear but I'm halfway up the mountain and there's no one who can hear. I reach a place of smoothness and I rest for just a while as the sun sets right before me my face adorns a smile. Such beauty amidst my strife makes me feel a warmth inside and I find the strength to push my feet up the Mountainside. For a while the going's easy and then I come upon a cliff too steep for climbing and I wonder what went wrong? I contemplate my position as I gaze in such despair thinking that I must give up-my strength no longer there. My tears form a waterfall down the Mountainside as I grasp the jagged edge clinging onto my own pride. To ...

... Born Again There's a lonely tree upon the mountain side, It's all twisted, scarred, and torn. Clinging to the hillside, Of rock and soil that's worn. But when the winter is over, And spring breezes start to blow, The sun will warm the barren earth, And it's leaves will bud and grow. It becomes a thing of beauty, And once more the birds will sing, In it's twisted branches, The tree has been born again. Sometimes our lives are like that old tree, All twisted, scarred and torn. Clinging to whatever is there, And we are weary, sad and worn. But when we talk with Jesus, The giver of precious new life, He brings us hope, and love and joy, He eases our pain and strife. We begin to bloom again, There's a peace in all we do, And like the birds we sing again, Because we have been born anew ...

... pass A better life to show. But through it all, I missed the boat Be happy where you are For if you wish your life away You'll miss the shining star. Today is all that matters A gift from God above Unwrap the many treasures And fill your hearts with love. Whether nine or ninety-nine It is never is too late To find the joy in living To pray and meditate. For fretting just brings sorrow Today is full of spring There ’ s beauty in this hour And joys that it will bring. Forget your toils and troubles Don ’ t think about the past Today is filled with sunshine With blessings built to last.~Marilyn Ferguson~All Rights Reserved [Author: Marilyn Ferguson Copyright 2005-submitted by: Marilyn Ferguson] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Poets Are The Bell Ringers Of The Soul Most poets tell the truth of life Though they may wrap it in beauty. It's their passion, not their purpose; To compose is but their duty. Poets as a rule are high on adventure Like wondering bards or prophets today. Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom Casting through verse their visions at play. Poets have their dreams and their nightmares Of love, life, death, faith, and war. They feel the pain and tragedy of others Even those they've never met before. One merit of a poet's work, Which most people cannot deny, They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. Their poems are used to convey passion By composers of both good and evil mood. Some are hateful others loving Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food. They fan the flames of human compassion With their stories of the failings of man. Professing to follow a higher power As ...

... perfect celebrating. Grandma's prayers are answered now. She sings with angels today. Together they praise the Ancient of days; For one, that was lost, found the way. There are many in heaven above; Singing so flawlessly. Hands a clapping, shouts proclaiming;" Hallelujah, a sinner is set free" Jesus shining, smiles so joyfully. The angels can't compete. He suffered so for those below; With nails in hands and feet. With awesome beauty, Oh such love; Our joyful Jesus shines. Lost sinners saved, for them He gave; His life for all man kind. Give some joy to Jesus, friend; Let all of heaven ring. Lead a sinner to the Savior; Hear the heavens sing. I'd like to think, that everyday; There's a party in the sky. When we've won another one; To our Father upon high. Oh, wow, I hear them singing now; Great ...

... Folks In Heaven I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven's door, not by the beauty of it all, not by the lights or decor, But it was the folks in Heaven who made me sputter and gasp-the thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics, the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything nice. Uncle Bill, who I always thought was rotting away in hell, was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus," What's the deal? I would love to hear Your take. How'd all these sinners get up here? God must've made a mistake. And why's everyone so quiet, so somber? Give me a clue"" Hush, child ," said He." They're all in shock. No one thought they'd see you"~J ...

... and those who tried to snuff out my victor's song. I took the shame and sorrow they heaped upon my soul, I bent and broke in pieces, no longer strong and whole. My self esteem was zero, I felt worthless, stained with dirt, I bowed beneath the burden, unsure, defamed, and hurt. But then I met the Savior, and saw the way He came to mankind meek and lowly, shaped of a different frame; Earthly beauty did not matter, neither wealth nor fame, but just to please the Father, this man with God's own name. I took His life unto me, gave Him what had been mine, I no longer had to worry if men were cruel or unkind. I asked for His forgiveness, and shared it with those in need of forgiveness for their mortal selves, for sinful word or deed. As I granted this Grace, forgiveness, I gained a blessed relief, ...

... shake your memory, When you take the time to stop and see what you can see. I stopped there by a jewelry store and saw a cameo, It was exactly like the one my Mom wore years ago. It was black and oval shaped and had a face of white, And it was on a silver chain that sparkled in the light. I stopped before an art store with the pictures on the wall, And I was just entranced by all the beauty in them all. But one stood out that caught my eye; An angel robed in blue, She looked so beautiful just like a girl that I once I knew. I realized as I walked on so many stores remain, I'm not really shopping, it's a trip down memory lane. Even in the food court golden arches still shine bright, Christmas shopping with my children found us there that night. As I walked beside a store I was amazed to see, ...

... My Dream I dreamed of a fantastic place of beauty; A place of perfect peace to the soul, A place of everlasting joyful life, A place of forever safe and whole. I looked to the sky rubbing my eyes; A singing band of angels flew by. Flapping their wings, in loves whisperings;" Holy, Holy, Holy ", they cried. I looked down at a street of pure gold; Reflecting this beautiful place. So crystal clear, I drew very near; Beholding the smile on my face. In shock I saw a radiant river; Gently flowing from a great thrown. Under its waters, flowers were blooming; Dazzling colors yet to be known. Shining angels in white opened a vile; Out came sweet incense and praise. Out came men's cries, like stars in the skies. With mouth opened, I stood so amazed. I beheld a great rainbow, a beaming; Surrounding the thrown of ...

... my mind, and soul I know that I've found mine. I sometimes think it is too good and soon I will awake, And realize it must have been a terrible mistake. But then she comes to me once more, and fills my heart again, And then I realize I am the luckiest of men. To have this precious angel's love, with never any doubt, To me she is so beautiful within and also out. My eyes cannot believe her beauty, I can't comprehend, But with her I am happier than I have ever been. She is my world, she is my life, she's every breath I take, She's in my mind and is a part of every thought I make. To know she really loves me more than any other man, Just fills my life with so much love, she's made me who I am. I know that life is hard sometimes, we must take it in stride, ...

... Looking To Heaven I ’ m looking forward to Heaven, My final resting place. I can only imagine the oppulence Surrounding the Throne of Grace. No need for any sun or moon, When I finally see God ’ s face. It ’ ll shine brighter than any star, He lovingly put in place. Because of my sinful nature, God ’ s face is now hidden to me. But when I join Him in Heaven, What beauty I know I ’ ll see. Because God is a Spirit, I wonder how He will look. I know that I will be like Him, It says so in His Book. I wonder how we ’ ll communicate, Through speech or simply by thought. It matters not because I know, By His Spirit my soul was sought. I ’ m looking forward to Heaven. Though it ’ s still a mystery to me. But I believe in His promises, And it ...

... , To keep the day warm and bright. Spring has it's surprises, From violets and daffodils, To the rolling thunder, Over cloudy, rain-washed hills. Farmers till their barren fields, And plant their corn and wheat, While the Lilacs bloom again, That only God can create. Oooh! The joys of springtime! Oooh! The love He so freely shares, With all His thankful children, When we show Him that we care. When I see the beauty, Of Lilacs blooming in the spring, I see behind the dark clouds, And my heart can't help but sing. Let's keep on being thankful, And sing praises from the heart, God knows our every desire, As He prepares another work of art.~Eva May Young~5-16-06 It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a" Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I ...

... the gentle whisper," Have no fear" And I know from deep within, My God is near! And when I wake up in the morning, With bright sunshine all around, And blue skies overhead. I feel I am walking on holy ground. Again I hear the gentle whisper," Have no fear" And I know from deep within My God is near! No matter where I travel, Along life's twisting trail, I drink in all this beauty, And it never seems to fail, I hear that gentle whisper," Have no fear" And I know from deep within My God is near!~Eva May Young~It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a" Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit. Thanks for ...

... be fair! Just keep going and do your best, to cheer up and calm your fears. For joy will come in the morning, When Jesus comes-that's after the tears! Live for the Lord and be joyful While here on this earth we stay. Jesus will come some glad morning to lift us up and take us away! We'll live in that beautiful city where the streets are paved with gold. There it's fully lighted by His Glory. It's beauty has never been told! In that place there'll only be joy. No sorrow or pain or fears. When we get up to Heaven. That will be after the tears! [by Dot Wilson 2003-submitted by: Dot Wilson] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... , But her love shows each day. From mom to her child, A price she ’ s willing to pay. Sunday ’ s a ’ comin ’, And it ’ ll be special for her. A day for all mothers, Letting her know for sure. That her work ’ s not in vain, That her life ’ s a high prize, That her very selflessness, Has been noticed by eyes. That love and adore her, That cherish her beauty, That see mother and child In love, not in duty. And she ’ s not alone, In this sacrificial art. You know someone like her, Thank her for her part. Moms do what they do, 'Cause God gave them skill. And they keep on doing, Even when they are ill. Dad ’ s can be helpful, But it ’ s just not the same. When children need someone, A" Mommy" by name. [ ...

... No One No one has to tell me Just how wonderful You are, You bring beauty out of ashes, You're the Bright and Morning Star. You bring peace when I am troubled, And You give my life its zest, There are those I'd give my life for, But I'll always love You best. No one could convince me That You're not my all-in-all, You're my heart, my joy, my refuge, You're my comfort when I fall. You bring love beyond all measure And You prove Your heart is true, There are those I hold most dear, Yet not as much as I love You. No one could replace You, You're my dearest, closest friend, And our love will only strengthen For our love will never end. You were with me at my birth And You'll be with me at my death, You've become my dreams and thoughts now, You've become my very breath. No one else can ...

... My Wishing Tree I stumbled upon you lying there one day, as I leisurely walked around. Never did these old eyes expect to see, the treasure I had found. I ’ ve heard the saying throughout life that, “ Only God can make a tree ,” But never did I understand it, until you brought me to my knees. There you were just lying there with your pinecones clinging still. Your beauty was so extraordinarily magnificent, totally surreal. Those branches were shimmering silver in all your glory lying there. Your silver branches reaching to the heavens as if you were in prayer. So I also said a prayer, when I heard a pinecone drop in front of me. Did it fall from you because I made a wish and you ’ re a wishing tree? Everyday you drew me near, to pray for inspiration I would need. And the pinecones continued falling which led me to believe. That so many prayers ...

... My Secret Garden There is a place of beauty, That God made with His hands. I call it My Secret Garden, That s greener than all green lands. A place of wonder, With grass so high. Colorful flowers, Beneath the bluest sky. A place of peace, A place of prayer. The strong winds blowing, All through the air. With trees so tall, The sun so bright, Glistening dew, And birds a flight. I look up to my God above. Bending on my knees. And He looks upon His child, Standing in the breeze.~Autumn Marie Bentham~[ by: Autumn Marie Bentham, Copyright 2007 (bgbentham @yahoo.com)-from Autumn Bentham] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Life Is A Miracle Life is a miracle Don't let it slip away, Open your heart to others Give of yourself each day. See the beauty in everyone Regardless of where they've been, Some have a difficult journey And really need a friend. Share your gifts and talents Listen with your heart. Do the things you dream about But don't have time to start. Pick a bouquet of flowers Show someone that you care, Be gracious and forgiving Life is never fair. Hold on to your courage You may need it down the road, We all have a cross to bear It could be a heavy load. If you practice all these things No matter where you roam, You may find both sun and rain But you'll never feel alone! [Author Unknown-from Aiken Drum] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Joyful Things At times I'm so discouraged with problems of the day I fail to see the joyful things that are along the way When troubles overwhelm me It's then my nerves may fray that's when I need to take the time To simply sit and pray Reflecting on God's many gifts It makes me so aware Of all the joy in little things around me everywhere! I must try to remember though problems come my way not to miss the joyful things and the beauty of the day. [Author Unknown-from 'E-mail Ministry ' (EMailMinistry @yahoogroups.com)] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Hidden Realm There is a realm of plenty I'd like to take you there It's not recognized by many As a utopian atmosphere Though it is not paradise It's very close my friend It's a haven for the wise An ideal that will not end In this place is unmarred beauty All desire is pure and true Not because it is a duty But because it pleases you You'll enjoy a calm assurance That you never had before While in each and every stance Your footing will be sure There is pleasure to be had Guileless love and romance Many things to keep you glad Making merry song and dance In this place is understanding It's a place one can stand tall Where no cause is so demanding That it pressures one to fall You ask Where is this place I want to visit there It's in every person in whose heart God has the main share. [Eileen T. Waldron 2000-from 'Themestream '] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... face, as the stranger sat in fear. I said," I see a man, who has no place to live. He's hungry and he's scared. That's no way to live" And again, He took my hand, and He led me to my home, where He'd found me from the start, when I was crying all alone. He asked," Why were you crying ?" And I didn't know what to say. For He'd shown me beauty and life, that I'd been blind to on that day. He'd also shown me pain, of the man who had no home. I thought my tears were selfish, as I stood in my warm home. I got down on my knees, and again, began to cry. Once again the Lord spoke, as He gently asked me" Why ?" I said," Dear Lord, forgive me. I didn't see the blessings you gave. The wonderful things ...

... Heaven I believe Heaven holds beauty unlike never seen With mountains so high and the grass so green Where families rejoin and good times they'll recall And our reasons for faith will be shown to us all Where wrongs done on earth they will be made right And problems we've dealt with will all seem so trite Where those in wheelchairs will stand up and walk And those without speech in one voice we will talk It's a place with no difference of color or race And of crime like on earth there'll be not a trace There's no reason for hatred for no one is unkind For it's love and goodness is what we will find There'll be no need for money or reasons for greed Once we enter God's Kingdom we'll find all we need Where we'll see Angels walking a stairway of gold To the place of the treasure that Heaven holds For it's here we'll find seated all God's greatest men With our beloved Blessed Mother together again And through God's tender grace and in ...

... -not his design His face turned to the setting sun As that face began to shine" I wish I'd noticed sooner ," The man spoke words so subtle" Have you seen the sunset ?" I had not one rebuttal I watched the old man glory As he viewed the sinking orb He seemed to drink in every sight Something I had not absorbed" Someday this may have meaning I pray you won't take long All the work in the world can not compare To the beauty of Sun's Setting Song" Well, time has kept a steady march And it's me now on that bench I recall the words of the old man This time I do not flinch If only I had listened So many years before When I blindly allowed the sun to set Behind my closed front door But today It's me that's watching As I just can't help but grin" Have you seen the sunset" I ask the old question once again. And I receive a look Like ...

... God Keeps Watch Each new day quickly fades away, There's pleasure from the work God has done; He gives to us over and over and over again, From morning's dawn 'til the setting sun. The Western sky is ablaze with colors, We pause to watch God paint the sky; The beauty seen is a glimpse of Heaven, It's a beautiful moment money can't buy. We view the stars and the moon above, They sparkle and shine with their light; The stars surely must represent Angels, Keeping watch over us in the night. God continues to keep watch over us too, He knows if we stumble or go astray; He is always willing to forgive if we ask, There's power when we're on our knees to pray. As we enjoy another evening's sunset, Pause to think back for a moment on the day; Forgive to be forgiven before the sun goes down, Then there will be peace in the heart to ...

... If I could... If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you, And share with you its beauty The days you're feeling blue. If I could build a mountain You could call it your very own. A place to find serenity, A place to be alone. If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea, But all these things I'm finding Are impossible for me. I cannot build you a mountain Or catch you a rainbow fair, But let me be what I do best, A friend that's always there. Proverbs 18: 24 (NLT)" There are 'friends ' who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother" [Author Unknown-Ed: anon.] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... garden, there are flowers that blossom in the sun. They open in the morning and close when day is done. Some bloom in early springtime, just after winter's chill, and some in heat of summer seem to cover every hill. They come in lovely colors, from bright to palest hue and the sweetest time to smell them is when they're damp with dew. Yes, everyone loves flowers, but I think that you should know there are other things of beauty that in His garden grow. There are stalks of hardy grasses and frilly fronds of fern, prickly growth of cactus and colorful leaves that turn. Just like people, all are different; unique, just as He planned. Together, in His garden, they fill this lovely land.~Linda Lee Gleason~Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved [By: Linda Lee Gleason, Copyright 2012 (llgleason @bellsouth.net)-submitted by: Linda Gleason] Cartoons Daily Inspiration HOME ...

... Jesus Is Waiting If every person in this world Would take the time to see The beauty that God created How amazing this would be. The sun in all its brightness He made to light the day The moon and all the countless stars At night to lead your way. The majesty of mountains The golden fields of grain The sweetness of a bird's song A rainbow after rain. The rustling of the leaves of trees The slightest breath of wind Are these just God's reminders Of the love He wants to send? So if you don't know Jesus But you want Him in your heart He doesn't want to lose you So you must do your part. He's always there and waiting He's listening for your voice He wants to be your Savior But He lets you make the choice. He only wants what's best for you And He wants you for His own To live with Him in glory To share His Heavenly home. So when you feel a yearning ...

... I Believe I believe there is a blessing In god's storage for me each day I won't waste time aseeking For it will surely come my way And natures ' beauty will far outclass Any manmade menagerie of glass I believe that with a rose There will always be a thorn And with every death it atouches Every night the moon has arose New baby christ has been aborn I believe the continuance of shinig star When seen of human eye by far Just as the mountain still stands hereby While dark clouds are passing on by I believe we all should have brother And sister fellowship with each other For love we have for family Makes us dearly treat them kindly I believe all have a special gift To make life much more sweet For neighbor, friend, loved one, our gift Or just whomever we may meet I believe god's love was the Greatest gift given to you and me He took our sin upon himself And thereby made us free himself Since I received ...

... I'm Counting On You Our beauty comes from, the fruit that we bear, which came from a seed, and God put it there. It takes some time, for it to mature, He sent the showers, of that I am sure. When the storms arose, and the cold wind blew, It made our heart wonder, what He was going to do. We read in the Bible to, everything there's a season, but to our natural eyes, we can't see a reason. Why all of this trouble, is coming our way, we need to remember, it's not coming to stay. Our Father God knows, that He has a plan, teaching and training, the heart of a man. just like the farmer, planting some seed, watching and waiting, knowing the need, A long time he waits, for the harvest to come, reaping and gathering, so he won't lose none. Remember ...

... Down In The Sunny Southland Down in the sunny southland Where flourishing palm trees grow And sway in the ocean breezes, Their fronds bend in graceful show. Their beauty gets disrupted When dead fronds are not lopped off. They stifle new growth ’ s freedom And make the scene appear rough. So in Life: Many things that have happened In the days of the long past “ Now over and forgotten ?”… no! They ’ re replayed, in mind ‘ re-cast ’. To lop off a haunting memory And replace with a current event, Ask God, He ’ ll bless daily happenings With refreshings from Heaven sent.~DelRe~Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved [by: DelRe, Copyright 2011 (7delre7 at comcast.net)-{ submitted by: DelRe}] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... hide! The Bible says that things here on earth, We can't know how bad they'll be. Folks will run to the mountains, Crying," Come on, fall on me !" But no matter where they run There's just no place to hide. Oh, how they'll wish they had Chosen Heaven as where to abide! But for them it will be too late! They will never feel the total love Of our Savior's forgiveness of sin. Or know the beauty of Heaven above! Don't wait and be in that crowd! Now, while there's time to change, Accept Jesus as Lord and Savior, So your life He can rearrange! Your sins He will take and toss them away! The joy you'll have free from fear! When the time comes for the world to change, Christ our Savior will say," Come up here !" Then in that fair city with streets of gold, There will be no more need to ...