God Is With Us
by Sylvia Lavallée of Christian Poets Corner
copyright Mar '99

Today is temporary
We know it cannot last
The future soon will swallow
Each sorrow of the past
And we shall overcome
Whatever may befall
Because the God of glory
Still watches over all

He observes our going out
He knows when we lie down
He notices our every move
Each tiny smile or frown
And on our darkened hearts
He wants to shine His light
To guide us by the sun of day
And by the moon at night

He is the God of glory
To whom none can compare
His love is beyond question
His judgements, truly fair
For righteousness personified
Is our Father God, the Lord
He cuts through bone and marrow
With the edge of His sharp sword

For none can stand before Him
In their righteousness and pride
All have sinned and fallen short
Of His pure and perfect guide
For our sins demanded sacrifice
But in His grace for us instead
He provided the sacrificial lamb
Then raised Him from the dead

Empty Spaces, Empty Places
by Jean Barr
copyright 1997

Pictures torn in half--features ripped into.
Once there was me; once there was you.
Two people torn asunder--no more the twain.
Just a yellowed album with empty spaces remain.
Images torn in two--ugly blotches on a page.
Once a couple, arms encircled, but now only rage
>From jagged edged scissors of life.

In darkness, undercover, he cut in two the pictures
Unbeknowst to her.
After he left she found the golden album
And saw the empty spaces with all the barren places
Where he used to be.
Now with repentant heart and a brand new start,
New albums with new faces graces her table.
For God has filled the empty spaces
And transformed the empty places of her heart.

We Don't Need St. Valentine
by Jean Barr
copyright 1987

We don't need a special day
To celebrate God's love
For He showers us with blessings
Each day from above.

We don't need St. Valentine
To let a friend know we care
Or to feed a hungry, hurting heart
That's laid open to us bare.

We don't need to designate
A day, month or year
To loosen lives that are bound
In anxiety and fear.

What we really need is Jesus
To help us on our way--
To guide us and teach us
To love others every day.

An Offering of Me
by Jean Barr (copyright 2000)

I offer a sweet aroma to you, Lord--
A fragrance fresh and free--
A gift that's freely given--
An offering of me.

The fragrance of forgiveness--
The aroma of charity--
The scent of seeded mustard seed--
An offering of me.

The firstfruits of finances--
A commitment firm and free--
A giving heart that's true--
An offering of me.

Oh, Lord, take my offering,
Imperfect though it may be.
Oh, Lord, take my gift to you--
An offering of me.

I want to be like a sheep without blemish,
But I know that can't be,
So I offer what I can--
Just an offering of me.

My heart, my soul, my mind
And all that I can be.
Please take my gift, oh, Lord--
My offering of me.

God's Little Angels
by Donna Hughes

God sent His little angels
His will for me to be known,
Someone to reach out and grasp my hand
And bring my spirit home.

So to you, what can I say?
No words could ever express the hope
Our common bond has brought
Or lessons it has taught...

You loved me when I couldn't love
You cared when I didn't want to
You took me through the hurts of a lifetime,
And said the pain would go away.

You prayed I would love myself
That someday I'd learn to care,
The miracle of healing would touch my soul
And God's peace would dwell there.

You were my strength and shelter
From the storms of confusion that surrounded me,
But how could you give so much
Without asking in return...?

Yes, one day I would repay you
And all that was freely given...
By reaching out to another soul
To pass it on...pass it on!

Just a Church Camp
by Donna Hughes

Yes, it was just a church camp
But for me this camp was an answered prayer
I had been lost and alone in the darkness
Until the Lord called me to seek His face.
Here I found His love, grace and glory
And the light of His Word took away the night.
Oh, I never knew there could be such a love,
I stood in the shadow of a burning cross
Surrounded by believers, and felt renewed.
Here I belonged, I was part of a family!
Some might say it was just a church camp
But to me it was the beginning of a new life.
I watched as one by one lit their candles
And sent them afloat in little ships of life,
Sailing forth upon the water as a pledge...
A pledge to follow, believe, have faith,
And trust in the Lord to guide their way.
Yes, I stood in the shadow of a burning cross
My candle ablaze with the power of His light
And even though I couldn't understand why
The Lord would die for a sinner like me,
My soul rejoiced as my little ship set sail...
"Unto the Lord I give my life, my heart, my soul".

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