Category: Poems from the heart

  • The Blessing of Singing

    Singing with friends, what a blessing to holdIn one’s mind those hours of goldTogether, praising the Lord and singing of Heav’nWhen the hour draws late,And you’re loath for it to end,My friendsFellow believers of like-precious faithWe walk this pathway togetherSinging about the sunshineAnd the stormy weather..May you and ISend our…

  • From Selfishness Back to HIS Service

    My Father looks down He looks to see Is my heart open, meek and free? Sadly, he sees, I’m seeking pleasures vain Will I turn from my old ways, And seek His face again? Father, I come! These husks don’t fill The longing for your healing touch And for heaven…