Poems to encourage the heart

This poem is by [url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=371]Jenny Daniel[/url], wife of [url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=144]Keith Daniel[/url]. Her poems have often blessed and encouraged my spirit; I pray that they will also encourage you. I hope to share several on this thread.

Here is the first one:

[b]The Bearer of Your Burdens[/b]
[i]“Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He shall sustain Thee.” Ps. 55:22[/i]

Why has the Lord so burdened me
With loads of pressing care
I seem to struggle daily
in the pit of deep despair

My joy is lost–I’m murmuring
Dear Lord how can it be
That I should be so floundering
So far from victory?

Why do you shoulder burdens, child
Though I am by your side
With longing that you’d understand
And in your Lord confide

You didn’t have to struggle on
Your strength was sure to fail
‘Tis only when you trust Me
You’ll brave the fiercest gale

You must have perfect confidence
That I can always be
The ‘Bearer of your burdens’
Day by day, eternally.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]The Tongue[/b]
[i]“...the tongue is a little member...but!” James 3:5[/i]

There is a little member
Which is not hard to find
It is a mighty weapon
That cannot be confined

It can bring joy and comfort
It soothes both hurt and woe
A balm to weary pilgrims
A help against the foe

A weaker brother stumbling
Is made to turn around
A wounded sister bleeding
Is lifted from the ground

But ah - that little member
Can cause a world of pain
If not to God surrendered,
His servant to ordain

It hurts, it cuts, it murders
The lives of fellow men
It dims the light of heaven
And makes the world condemn

Ah little tongue, I beg you
Bend to thy Lord above
That on the path you travel
YOUR MINISTRY IS LOVE.

~Jennifer René Daniel

PaulWest wrote:
Dear sister,

I subscribe to the Daniels' newsletter (thanks to the gracious efforts of your family) and have been blessed by all of Jenny's poems. They are very, very pure. There's just such an awesome [i]purity[/i] about that entire family that, to use a word Brother Keith loves to use, staggers me. You do these forums a tremendous service by posting these poems.

Thank you, Joy. And the Lord bless and continue to keep you pure and holy, meet for the Master's use.

Brother Paul

Thank you, brother Paul for your kind words. I do hope that these poems bless many people. I hope to post one a day.
~Joy

[b]My Child[/b]

My child, I long that you may look
To Me, alone, as guide
I wish you’d in My Ears alone
Your hurts and fears confide

My child, ‘tis not the world’s acclaim
I covet, you may win
But rather that you’d honour Me
With victory over sin

And if the way is steep and rough
I’d have you rest in Me
With joy and peace this world can’t give
My own tranquility

‘Tis only when I’m all in all
No other God, but Me
That you’ll fulfill the purposes
Dear child, that I decree.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Not Peter[/b]

[i]“Peter...when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren”–Luke 22:32
“Feed My sheep...”–John 21:17[/i]

Not Peter who had failed so sore
Denied his Lord and even swore!
‘Feed My sheep’–it could not be
‘Strengthening others’–no not he

Thrice before the gathered crowd
He had failed so coarse and loud
Surely he should shrink away
He who went so far astray

Sorrow, repentance, deep regrets
Oh the rash words that fear begets
Seeing his Master’s saddened glance
Oh that he had another chance

Peter, I know you failed Me sore
And I recall your boast before
Humbled you are–I still decree
Strengthen and feed My sheep for Me

Many have failed when sore oppressed
Many have failed with fear, hard pressed
Like Peter they sorrowed bitterly
Oh that the Lord would pardon me

Peter fulfilled his given task
Peter did all the Lord did ask
Sweet the forgiveness was to him
Buried the failure–that public sin

Maybe you too have deep remorse
You too have stumbled on the course
Satan would keep you in his power
Seek God’s forgiveness this very hour

And you who have never failed like him
Why should you judge the weaker’s sin
Rather lift up the erring one
Seeking forgiveness through God’s own Son

Humbled but steadfast they’ll walk aright
Never to lean on their own might
Rather to cling to the Lord as stay
Keeping them true to Him all the way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]His Steadfast Love[/b]

I will proclaim His steadfast Love
That sought me long ago
And in this timid heart of mine
The seed of faith did sow

The Love that brought repentance
And sorrow for my sin
The Love that swung the narrow gate
And GLADLY let me in!

The Love that kept my steadied feet
From wondering into sin
Oh what a source of inner strength
Thy Love has always been

And when I stumbled on the way
And fell–to my disgrace
What joy His Love yet drew me back
And said, rejoin the race

I will proclaim His wondrous Love
The Love of Calvary
The Love that sought a sinful world
The Love God has for me.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]I know That He’ll Uphold Me[/b]

It seems my feet have wondered
On an awesome precipice
Yet the winding path leads upwards
and my footsteps dare not miss

There are looming clouds of darkness
There are wailing cries of woe
Yet the winding path leads upwards
And I know I there must go

I can hear the saved souls singing
Of their journey here below
I can hear my Master calling
for His voice I surely know

Thus I plant my feet more firmly
And I gaze on Him alone
For I know that He’ll uphold me
‘till my pathway reaches ‘Home’.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]“Go and Sin No More”[/b]
[i]John 8:11[/i]

It was Thy mercy that looked down on her
Not to condemn
Thy voice the angry cries did stem
And shamefully they dropped each stone
Thus she did stand–amazed–alone

Thy Blood for her could e’en atone
Thy Grace could make her fit for ‘Home’
Oh love that sees the erring soul
And gently comes to make it whole

It was Thy mercy that looked on her
And her bosom hope did stir
For did the master not implore
Go, my child, and sin no more!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]‘An Open Letter’
Read of all men![/b]

[i]“Ye are our epistle (letter)...known and read of all men.” –II Corinthians 3:2[/i]

A letter for the world to see
Our life is written bold
In every action, every word
A message has been told!

What is the contents we portray
From week to week, from day to day?
Is it a round of constant strife
Or Christ in every sphere of life?

A letter–what a solemn thought
A letter–good or ill hath wrought?
O God–may mine a message be
To bring the lost to Calvary.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]He’s There[/b]

He’s there within the darkest storm
He’s there when you are tired and worn
He’s there to take your loads from you
He’s there to give you strength anew

He does not take your cares away
He wants to bear them day by day
So lean on Him with all your might
That you might find the burden light.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b][size=x-small]Hold Fast[/size][/b]

Hold on dear child to all ‘My Word’ doth say
Hold fast dear child, to keep within the way
The Word of God thy only guide and stay
For ‘it’ the world did many a martyr slay

Don’t heed dear child the ‘tempters’ whispered word
He laughs if thou but once his whispers heard
Don’t look if he doth show thee things impure
He would to sin thee call–thee draw–thee lure

Ah child, so much I have reserved for thee
Do not forget thy Heavenly destiny
How can the world be pleasant child to thee
If they did send thy Lord to Calvary?

Take heart dear child, although the masses frown
Hold fast dear child that no-one take thy crown
Remember child, this world is not thy home
You’re passing through–to meet me at the throne.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b][size=x-small]Just to be Faithful[/size][/b]

Just to be faithful
‘tis all I ask
Not an impossible
grievous task

Just to be faithful
throughout the day
Just to be following
all of the way

That little word that
I asked you to say
Will spring into harvest
some far distant day

That little visit
you knew you should do
Has helped a poor brother
to take faith anew.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b][size=x-small]I Do Not Know the Answer[/size][/b]

I do not know the answer
Perplexed I turn to Thee
A maelstrom of conflictings
No hope to struggle free!

I fling myself upon Thee
I cling with waning strength
I will not be abandoned
Nothing my grip shall wrench

A weaned child with her mother
She cannot understand
And yet she snuggles closer
And quietly holds her hand

O Lord in deep submission
I bend myself to Thee
Despite my apprehension
I choose to follow Thee.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b][size=x-small]The Altar is Broken[/size][/b]

The altar is broken–no longer they care
For God–or His will–or His word–anywhere
They’ve smashed every semblance of kneeling
To Thee
and naught of the altar is now left to see

Then filling their lives with things all impure
They drink of the dregs that the world doth endure:
But those cisterns were broken and sorrow set in
The follies–the sadness–the wages of sin

The altar is broken–O God can it be
This people have wondered to idols from Thee
Their shrines and high places–their idols at home
Oh God–can Thy mercy for all this atone?

The altar is broken–but whole it could be
The glory of heaven could still set us free
The altar erected–repentance accepted
Oh God for the courage to hearken to Thee.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]How Could You[/b][/size]

Ah world, how could you turn your head
When Jesus came to Earth
Ignore–despise–the miracle
The wonder of His birth?

How could you close your stubborn ears
To all He had to say
How could you blind your seeing eyes
To miracles each day?

How could you send Him to the Cross
To suffer, bleed, and die?
Ah world, it was the Lamb of God
You there did crucify!

Today your hardened hearts still close
To what He came to do
Oh World, repent, acknowledge Him
His blood was shed for you!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size=x-small][b]What is Man?[/b][/size]

Ah what is man, that thou should’st come
And die on Calvary?
How could a Holy God endure
That awful agony?

That He who lived a sinless life
Should drink the ‘cup’ for me?
Endure the very guilt of sin
And die to set me free?

Lord Jesus, ‘Babe of Bethlehem’
And ‘Lamb of Calvary’!
Now ‘Risen Lord’–I bow myself
In gratitude to Thee.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Follow[/b][/size]

My child, you cannot follow Me
And wander into wrong
Your very walk should always show
To whom you do belong

I know the constant call to you
Of evil, everywhere
But resolution to abide
Should never lead you there

You have to follow only Me
Determined to stay true
Or else the very call of wrong
Will surely cripple you

My child, the choice is only yours
Each step upon the way
The course you choose to follow
And who you shall obey.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]He’ll Lead You Through the Darkness[/b][/size]

When the night is endless
And light is never more
He’ll lead you through the darkness
And to the morrow’s door

He’ll whisper words of comfort
And stirring words of hope
And so on firmer, surer feet
On Him, you’ll lean and cope

I’ll never, never leave you
I’m just a call away
To Me this dark and fearful night
Is bright and light as day

This weary road before you
I trampled years ago
The tempter also beckoned Me
But I did answer-NO

And now in Heavens glory
My race is finished-won
And you–My child–for Me must here
This life’s great challenge run

I wait with caring interest
I watch you from above
Each triumph a Hallelujah
To crown your Savior’s love

And when the storms rage strongest
I’ll know to say–Enough!
Look up–take care–go on–go on
Your race–your race–is almost won!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]“Choose You This Day Whom Ye Shall Serve...”[/b][/size]
[i]Joshua 24:15[/i]

Oh wondrous day when Thee I chose
When mercy reached my deepest woes
And I in sorrow clung to Thee
To save my soul eternally!
My choice was made–the battle won
With past–with sin–forever done!

And yet each day I make a choice
As silently I hear Thy voice
So tender saying, ‘whose art thou?’
In this small matter wilt thou bow?

The bed seems oh so warm and sweet
Another sleep ‘fore Him I meet
Ah then I’m robbed of inner power
I choose to miss that ‘sacred hour’!

At school I choose to linger near
When dirty words I know I’ll hear
Or else I turn and run away
So that my heart can purer stay

At work I choose to compromise
And drift along with wrong and lies
Or else I stand for truth and right
Although it is a harder fight

I find the world doth beckon me
To places I should never be
And I must choose to walk alone
If I would reach that ‘Higher Home’

Temptation comes to me each day
To lead me from the narrow way
And I must ever cling to Him
TO KEEP MY CHOICES FREE FROM SIN.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]His Loving Care[/b][/size]

His loving care-a mantle tender warm
To brave the roughest seas, the fiercest storm
His loving care-when all seems gone astray
And every fibre cries-too much to-day!

His loving care? Yet tears flow through the night
When all seems dark and satan dims the light
Oh bloodwashed child of God, hear angels cry
He loves and cares-do not His name deny.

And when in heaven all is said and done
And thou through trials thy crown hast won
Thy voice will ever long to sing
The loving care and mercy of thy King.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]The Thorns[/b][/size]

[i]“There was given unto me a thorn in the flesh.”
II Cor. 12:7[/i]

My thorn–oh will it ever go?
Lingering, hurting, trying so
“Remove the thorn” I cry to Thee
I cannot live in victory

My helpmeet on the daily path
Doth mock and tease and hurt and laugh
“How can I be a test’mony
Unless he too doth follow Thee?”

My children mock my stand for Thee
They challenge standards constantly
“Oh let them quickly turn aright
That I might find the burden light”

This lingering sickness weakening me
Without a cure–I cry to Thee
“Deliver me from all this pain
And I with joy Thee’ll serve again.”

Oh Lord, this great financial strain
It causes stress and inner pain
“Remove the load and I will be
A better, brighter light for Thee”

But lo–the thorn was meant for me
To bring my soul to rest in Thee
If I do cease to remonstrate
My weakness He will compensate.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Is this the Path?[/b][/size]

Dear Lord is this the path that Thou
Hast planned in Heaven for me?
So dark, I stop and question oft
Ahead I cannot see!

It seems too high to scale, dear Lord
Another way for me!
But then I feel ashamed that I
Should fear what comes from Thee

And so I lean more heavily
On Thee for guidance clear
And thus I find that ‘Perfect Love’
Can cast out every fear!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= xsmall][b]Perfect Love[/b][/size]

Oh can Thy word still be fulfilled
With fear my courage has been stilled
I cannot hope - I cannot see
How Thou canst make it true for me

Ah, “Perfect Love” cannot instill
Fears, doubts beneath His sovereign will
It knows His word can never fail
Despite the storms - it does not quail

Ah Lord, a loved one went astray
Alone, I cry, in deep dismay
Can Thou o’ercome my wounded grief
Can he repent, I find relief?

My child, when hearts do still my voice
And turn from Me and make their choice
Their pleasure will be bitter - gall
Twixt Me and them - sin’s dreadful wall

My Word will fall upon their way
To call them out of sin’s dark sway
But you - dear hurt and flound’ring one
Must lean more heavily on God’s Son

My love is there to comfort you
My peace will bid you hope anew
My Faith that points to Heaven at last
When tears are gone and sorrows past.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= xsmall][b]Humble Thyself to Walk with God[/b][/size]

Dear God, ‘tis Thee must humbled be
To walk with mere humanity
The God who made the clouds unfold
Who angry billowed seas unrolled
Who hung the stars in flimsy space
Who set the orbits ‘running pace’
Who made the sun to warm the plain
Who sent the little drops of rain
The worlds-suspended by Thy Word
Without Thee, not a twig is stirred
This God doth deem to walk with man!
Oh God, it seems too great a span

But man doth sit upon a throne
That is reserved for God alone
Man’s life doth rest within His Hand
Oh let it be as God has planned
For He doth know the pitfalls there
Don’t spurn the tender Shepherds care
Oh leave that petty man-made throne
And do not strive to rule alone
For pride must bend beneath the rod
To walk WITH THE ALMIGHTY GOD.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]He Knoweth Best[/b][/size]

Storms gather, skies darken
Hopes light grows dim
Timid, I step ahead
Leaning on Him

Tender His voice whispers
Sweet in my ear
‘Dear sinking child of mine
Hark I am here’

Weary and woe begone
Everything lost
Resting, refreshed in Him
He bears the cost

Weak, fragile, spent–serene
When storms at rest
Slowly I comprehend
He knoweth best.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-smal][b]‘Tis a Battle[/size][/b]

Oh ‘tis a battle fierce and strong
Waging in earnest ‘gainst sin and wrong
You are a soldier in the fray
Fighting for Jesus from day to day

Truth be your girdle firmly clasped
Righteousness, breastplate to still each blast
Faith, His own Blood your precious shield
Quenching the darts from Satan’s field
Sword, God’s own Word, wielding left and right
Cleaving, defending with power and might

Prayer claims the vict’ry in the fight
Seeing the forces all put to flight
Satan your en’my, deadly foe
With his own legions to overthrow
Christ, King, victorious at your side
Leading you onwards in vict’ry stride

Soldier be ready and brave to fight
Soldier be faithful through dark the night
Soldier the armour God gave to you
Makes you invincible, through and through.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Every Part of Thee[/b][/size]
[i]“Present your bodies...a living sacrifice” Romans 12:1.2[/i]

There were so many little things
I gave up Lord to Thee
Somehow I felt I’d sacrificed
What was required of me

But then I read Thy word anew
Which said so tenderly
My child, I seek not little things
But every part of thee!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Trust Me, My Child[/b][/size]

This year ahead lies in His Hand
For thee, His child, the path is planned
His whispering voice in love doth say
Trust Me, My child, to lead the way

Each day I have a work for thee
Your mundane tasks are planned by Me
I ask thee child to do My will
With joy the day’s appointments fill

For some ‘tis glory, cheers and praise
For some ‘tis sickness all their days
For others–hidden from men’s eye
Their lonely path doth lead on high

This year ahead lies in My Hand
For thee, My child, the path is planned
My tender voice in love doth say
Trust Me, My child to lead the way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]“The Peace of God which passeth all understanding”[/b][/size]
[i]Philippians 4:7 [/i]

Not a glimpse of reason
Never knowing why!
Despite my prayers and seeking
Closed the Heavenly sky!

Questioning His dealings
Dark my present path!
Thwarted expectations
Scorners point and laugh!

As Thy child–I’ll conquer
All the foe would do!
Peace–‘not understand’
Has filled my heart anew.

Not as the world expecteth
When all seems lost and wrong
Peace past understanding
Has changed my sob to song!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Against the Tide I[/b][/size]

My God–the world has changed
Old norms are past
It’s values and high principles
Have fallen fast
Technology and modern thought
New doctrine
Religion that decries
Thy word as nought

At school they mock
My love for Thee
The narrow way
They will not see
I seem so much alone
To stand ‘against the tide’
Between my fellows, friends
The gap grows wide
I long to bring them
Back to Thee
But they are blind
They will not see

My child, I see thee
Struggling there
I know thy tears
I watch with care
Abide with Me
My word devour
Lean hard on Me
Receive My power

If thou but stand
And do not sway
Thy friends will bless thee
Judgment day
Though broken cisterns
They through you
Will find their God
If you stand true.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Against the Tide II[/b][/size]

Oh Lord–at work
They do not speak of Thee
But in the mocking words
Of blasphemy!
Their talk defiles
I cannot move away
Within that atmosphere
I have to stay

My precious child
This is your mission field
Those hardened hearts
Will surely yield
I cannot take you
Out from there
I place you back
With loving care

Through you I would
Their conscience wake
Through you to show
The cost at stake
Through you to win
Their souls at last
For life’s soon gone
And chances past

Your word, your smile
May be the seed
That one day makes them
See their need
I cannot take you
Out from there
I place you back
With loving care!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]My Mother[/b][/size]

My mother is like a sweet country home
Next to a wood of experience to roam
Two windows to let the love shine through
A door, that speaks of laughter too
A kitchen to help us in every need
Equip us in life for every deed
A bedroom, that speaks of silent prayer
All peaceful and quiet with God in there
A living room, that’s the important part
That’s my dear mother’s precious heart!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Mother[/b][/size]

Oh mother, what a friend you’ve been
Throughout my growing years
A guide, support, protector
Through laughter, joy, and tears

Just knowing through the thick and thin
That you were always there
To give advice, to warn, to teach
To laugh away each care

I often thank my Father
That I belong to you
May God Himself reward you
For all you ARE and DO.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Another Time[/b][/size]

Don’t bother dear, I’ll heed to you another time
Just run and play some other day
I’ll read and laugh and teach you how to pray
too much to-day

“Too much!” –Each day with laden care
Filling the moments everywhere
Of childhood secrets, childhood fears
Little longings, little tears

Thus

Years of work and years of gain
Fulfillment, climbing–with the strain
Oh hush the noise! And hush the call
Too busy dear to hear at all!

The childish laugh and lisping word
The halting sob–no more is heard
The years have flown–I’ll never find
That PRECIOUS, PRICELESS OTHER TIME!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]I Will Not[/b][/size]

[i]“...Daniel purposed in his heart..” –Daniel 1:8[/i]

I will not–Daniel purposed
And what a stand made he
Through all the dangers he had faced
He never swerved from Thee

I will not ‘blessed purpose’
To meet the tempting foe
For then my very will is schooled
To firmly answer–no!

I will not–be your purpose
Dear child of God today
So that no-one, no thing, no call
Can tempt you from God’s way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

This is indeed a sobering poem. Where in eternity will the people be with whom we have spent so many hours? At the Judgment throne will their eyes look to us full of reproach or gratitude?

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[size= x-small][b]Regret[/b][/size]

Standing in awe at the Judgment throne
I thought back on the past–spent years
I encountered my youthful mischievous friends
And the others who’d been very dear
Then suddenly a force gripped my heart
And I cried out in anguished moan
As I turned around–and searched among crowds
For those precious friends–my own

Oh how far the distant parted them
Forlorn and lost they were
For they stood in the group that God had damned
I saw them through tear-stained blur
I looked at my hands ‘that were
stained with their blood’
And remembered the searching souls
Those friends of mine who knew not the way
The emptiness–yearn for console

Then their eyes were fixed on me
Each of them filled with despair
I saw each heart accusing me
And regret welled to great to bare
I stood among the blessed group
Yes–Heaven my home would be
But for time without end–in the depth of hell
Their lot for eternity!

~Jennifer René Daniel

Tears_of_joy wrote:
Ah, I have been missing much hear!
I started reading these poems from the beginning, there is a dessert for the spirit here. Thank you.

Praise God for this gift He has given sister Jenny in writing these poems! If one has not taken the time to listen to her few messages here on SI I encourage you to do so. She has a special message for ladies and often uses her poems in her messages.
[url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/viewcat.php?cid=371]Jenny Daniel[/url]

[size= x-small][b]Thy Precious Word[/b][/size]

Do I appreciate Thy Word
That showed me Calvary
And gave me faith and simple trust
To find new life in Thee?

Do I hold fast Thy precious Word
When storms and wild winds blow
That all the promises in Thee
Are mine to claim and know?

Do I so heed Thy timeless Word
That when temptations come
I know the warnings strict and stern
And thus Thy will is done?

Do I delight in Thy own Word
When blessings from on high
Do shower in abundance
And banish every sigh?

Oh God–Thy Word–an anchor firm
Each step upon the way
I’ll cling, I’ll hold, I’ll treasure it
Through every coming day!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]The March of Faith[/b][/size]

[i]“...Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith” –Hebrews 12:1, 2[/i]

The march of faith doth rhythmically move on
Down ages dark and turbulent it’s gone
And now in worldly times so wild and free
The remnant still are faithful, God, to Thee

My little footstep in that glorious march
Doth echo in my God appointed path
Oh may I patient, steadfast, onward go
Despite the temptings, onslaughts of the foe.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Condemned[/b][/size]

[i]“For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world
through Him might be saved.” –John 3:17[/i]

Though man was made by God’s own Hands
Condemned, condemned he surely stands
For he who darkness chose–not light
Who started wars–who cheapened life
Who virtue stained–who honour slew
Who loathsome things did think and do
Condemned, condemned he surely stands

This creature made by God’s own Hands

Yet, the Creator chose to save
Yes to mankind His Son He gave
His only Son was sent–alone
For awful sin He would atone
God did not send Him to condemn
His Love was thus revealed to man
A Holy God’s amazing plan!

Oh man if thou condemned shall be
Though Christ has suffered Calvary
It will be at the judgment throne
That you will stand–condemned–alone!

In life you God’s salvation spurned
And from His open arms you turned
Thus He the Holy Judge will say
“Depart from Me–that Awful Day!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]But Your Iniquities[/b][/size]

[i]Isaiah 59:2[/i]

Beloved land,
Your God hath mighty Hand
With power to deliver
At His great might and power
All other forces quiver
No task too big for Him to deal
On wrong a deathly blow
Beloved land what then the cause
For this dire state below?

Beloved land your God hath ear
That never is too heavy
To hear from earth the fervent prayer
To hear–He’s ever ready
And swift in answer to the prayer
God’s Hand doth move in power
Beloved, what can be the cause
For this our midnight hour?

Iniquity, iniquity to Heaven her brazen cry
On high the wall, iniquity, doth mount up to the sky
Beloved land–INIQUITY–below the only cause
And ever on, iniquity, will close all Heaven’s door

Oh break this wall of sin dear land
Repent and change the way
Who knows the lateness of the hour?
Repent!–His wrath to stay.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]I Need Thee Lord[/b][/size]

To steer my craft
Amid lifes stormy sea
To safely reach
That higher destiny
Where sorrows cease
And loved ones wait ashore

Dark nights ahead
The lighthouse dim to me
Uncertain–scared
I give this craft to Thee

Thou long ago
Life’s sorrows braved
And safely crossed
Each ‘towering wave’
In Thy scarred Hand
The craft is saved!

~Jennifer René Daniel

Koheleth wrote:
Roniya,

Inspiring and spiritual poetry is so rare these days. Thanks for continuing to post!

Thank you for the encouragement, brother! :-)

[size= x-small][b]The Crown[/b][/size]

The war has raged for centuries
The armies are in array
Oh sad the losses and dear the prize
That’s fought for from day to day

Oh soldier how great the rejoicing
When heavenward comes the prize
Oh soldier how sad if unheeded
Unhelped, the poor victim dies

God calls you to grab from the fire
The men for his kingdom alone
Oh preach of the glorious salvation
The blood that doth fully atone

You are called to be part of the army
That has laboured for ages gone by
And sore tho’ the battle be raging
Oh soldier the crown when you die!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]The All Sufficient One[/b][/size]

A Rock within the raging storm
To shelter you, to keep you warm
A Burning Light in darkness black
To show the way, to call you back
The Living Bread to feed your soul
To give you strength, to make you whole
The Living Waters flowing free
To quench your thirst, to flow from thee
The All-Sufficient sacrifice
To save your soul–to free from vice
This all–dear child–you’ll find in Me
Redemption, hope, and liberty.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]They Did Not Turn[/b][/size]

How many times in humble prayer
With calamities–sore hard pressed
Our nation called on Almighty God
In mercy, supply and bless

Surely He’ll answer speedily
Just humble yourself today
My child, My word commands you
To TURN as well as pray.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]If Christ is My Life[/b][/size]

If Christ is my life, I would value each day
To follow His precepts, to heed and obey
To seek His approval in all that I am
To live out His Purpose, to fulfill His Plan

The things of this life will seem mundane and small
When He is my mainstay–who gave up His all
The hopes and ambitions which consumed my time
Will fade into nothing when His will is mine

If Christ is my life I’d be burdened with prayer
That all whom I influence will meet Him ‘up there’
My life will have meaning–be wrapped up in Him
Who loved me and saved me and freed me from sin.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Fleeing...God is Watching[/b][/size]

Fleeing, fleeing, fleeing,
Jonah in the storm
Direct disobedience
Hear the Scriptures warn

See the prophet writhing
Penitent at last
In the belly darkness
Three full days of fast

Fleeing? . . . God is watching
Sorrowing at you
Oh return – He’s waiting
He can pardon you

Others see you failing
Others saw you fall
Weaker ones may stumble
Heed the Master’s call.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]One Look[/b][/size]

Oh child of God, thy steps, thy dress
Should God’s allegiance claim
One look should tell the mocking world
That thou dos’t bare His Name

Oh child don’t linger nearer when
Thou senseth sin and wrong
Don’t walk towards the darkness
‘Tis light where you belong

One look towards the dregs of sin
One step leads to the fall
Then Satan will not rest until
He has your very all!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Too Late[/b][/size]

Wide doth the door of God’s mercy
Beckon–oh enter within
High was the price paid on Calv’ry
To conquer and cover all sin

God–Mighty King–Heaven’s Glory
Life-giving, Hope-Filling Lord
Mercy and truth met each other
Man–fallen man–He restored.

Still at thy heart, man, He standeth
Knocking–Oh bid Him come in
Year upon year He is waiting
To free you from guilt and from sin!

‘Tis God, mighty God–you’ve rejected
His voice–precious voice–you have stilled
And slowly with pride, degradation
Your hard stony heart has been filled!

One day when time shall be ended
And God’s knock be heard never more
You will be knocking and calling
TOO LATE–soul, at Heavens closed door.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Oh, Innumerable the Masses[/b][/size]

Oh, innumerable the masses
People everywhere
Full of burdens, full of stresses
Loaded down by care

Men are passing on unheeded
To a lost eternity
Nought to stop them, nought to warn them
Of their hopeless destiny!

Thou, O child of God, commissioned
In this world to shine–a light
In this world to be a beacon
Beaming forth in sins dark night

Why the beacon sadly failing?
Why the candle ever dim?
Lo the people go unheeding
Nought to turn their hearts from sin!

All around the light is fading
Child of God, hear people cry
As they meet their God and Maker
No-one said–“Prepare to die!”

‘Tis an awesome pledge God gave thee
Beacon for the world to see
Pure and holy, always pointing
To the Lord to set men free

Oh innumerable the masses
People everywhere
Full of burdens, full of stresses
Loaded down by care

Men are passing on unheeded
To a lost eternity
Will you stop them? Will you warn them?
Point the lost to Calvary.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]The Day is Born[/b][/size]

The birds' sweet song
Disturbs the hush of morn
Another year has flown
The day is born
How sweet to know
He waits
And at the break
Of each new day
His Loving Hand
Holds out the way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Daddy[/b][/size]

Oh Daddy, you have always been
A pillar strong–on which to lean
Which did not bend within the storm
But stood upright since I was born

In life God knew that I would need
A father true in word and deed
In you He had to show to me
That priceless thing–REALITY.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[size= x-small][b]Thank God[/b][/size]

[i]For such a Father[/i]

Thank God, you gave us constant love
Through all our ups and downs
We knew a loving heart was there
Beneath each warning frown!

Thank God, you didn’t compromise
And lead us all astray
But kept us to the narrow path
Yes, to God’s will and way

Thank God, you didn’t contradict
Your words by constant strife
Your children know that God is real
THEY SEE IT IN YOUR LIFE.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Special Strength and Grace[/b]

I think a newborn baby
Is the sweetest gift of all
To have a tiny human life
So fragile and so small

And yet it is an awesome task
To mold this human clay
Each word I speak–each deed I do
Will ‘form’ from day to day

And thus a mother needs the Lord
For special strength and grace
So that her tiny child may see
The Savior ‘through her face.’

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Thy Blood, Thy Grace, Thy Love[/b]

I saw the saved ones gather
On Heaven’s blessed shore
There stood a wondrous multitude
Who’d found salvation’s door

But who are these who days ago
Were drowning in their sin?
And now they are Christ’s Holy Bride
All cleansed and pure within!

My love reached down from Calvary
And swept them from hell’s fate
Even at life’s midnight hour
They found the narrow gate!

In sorrow they repented
And turned to ME for aid
They grasped that I upon the cross
Their penalties had paid

But many others did not turn
In sorrow to repent
They cried too late on Judgment Day
Too late their garments rent!

And who are these, I see the scars
Of suffering everywhere?
“My child, ‘tis I that chose their path
Their faith is strong and rare!

I watched as satan buffeted
When Stephen, John and Paul
And many others stood the test
They gave their very all”

My God-I feel so humbled
To stand amidst Thy own
Ah-but Thy blood, Thy Grace, Thy Love
For me too did atone.

~Jennifer René Daniel

HopePurifies wrote:
Beautiful poems...
One said on here that he gets a newsletter which contains these. Where may I get this newsletter?

Send me your mailing address via either pm or email. This website also has the Daniel's newsletter on it.
http://www.keithdanielaeb.org/

~Joy

[b]To Each a Different Path[/b]

To each a different path
in this new year
Through storm or sunshine
Joy or tear

A task to do
message to share
A soul to win
through loving care

A Life to live
within the home
Seeking to please
my God alone

To each a different path
in this new year
to walk in faith
and godly fear.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Prepare to Meet Thy God[/b]
[i]Amos 4:12[/i]

Prepare the earnest prophet cried
More time that day will be denied
Oh man–take care–oh man beware
You’ll surely meet God over there

God calls to you upon life’s way
You still His Voice from day to day
You do not think, you do not care
That you will meet God over there

God’s grace extends the midnight hour
His clarion call goes out in power
Prepare, prepare, oh man beware
You’ll surely meet God there

If you but turn, receive God’s Son
Repent, thy soul is won
Too late oh soul at Heaven’s door
Damnation falls forever more.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]How Sad that “Few are Chosen”![/b]

The world doth teem with throngs of men
The marching feet drone on
And small the little band who tread
Amidst this mighty throne
Their clothes are white–God’s righteousness
Through faith, their only shroud
Oh mighty is the grace that God
So mercif’ly bestowed
How sad that “few are chosen”
When the Master cried to all
For the world God’s Son rejected
And they would not heed His call!

Oh thousands tread unheeding
On the broad and easy way
And they pass the edge unheeding
Into hell from day to day
And the cry from Heaven to stop them
Echo’s on through God’s own Son
For He sacrificed His only
That the world might all be won
Oh my friend the gate is narrow
And ‘tis few that pass within
For the way is steep and stony
And there is no room for sin.

Yet He’ll never, never leave you
He is just a step ahead
And when tired and weak and weary
In His arms you’ll be instead!
Nought the foe can do to harm you
From this steep and narrow way
If the Master is beside you
Leading to that ‘perfect day’
So if only “few are chosen”
Know the Master cried to All
And you too can be in Heaven
If you heed His earnest call.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]I Will Not[/b]

[i]“...Daniel purposed in his heart..” –Daniel 1:8[/i]

I will not–Daniel purposed
And what a stand made he
Through all the dangers he had faced
He never swerved from Thee

I will not ‘blessed purpose’
To meet the tempting foe
For then my very will is schooled
To firmly answer–no!

I will not–be your purpose
Dear child of God today
So that no-one, no thing, no call
Can tempt you from God’s way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Didst thou Know?[/b]

Didst thou know, oh Bethlehem
When travelers bustled by
That one still night–The mighty God
Would in thy borders lie?

No room–O town of Bethlehem
He owns each hill and den
Yet in thy stable manger
Begins His walk with men

How small–O town of Bethlehem
That fragile, infant child
Through whom mankind for ages hence
With God is reconciled

Thy cold reply–“no room for thee”
Through ages echo’d on
O Bethlehem, t’was God Himself
Thy answer fell upon

No place to lay my head, He said
No home to call my own
A cross they hailed His body to
And thorns were made His crown

O Bethlehem–forever
Deliverance is proclaimed
For all the sin from Adam hence
Was on His body laid

But we like thee, O Bethlehem
Must bid the Master in
O open all the stubborn gates
For the eternal King.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]They are Without Excuse[/b]
[i]Romans 1:20[/i]

Dear God-Thy infinite power and might
Shine forth from the world’s upon our sight
Just a word-and the heavens were put in place
With the sun, moon and stars suspended in space
Not a fraction too close-not a fraction too far!
For heat-scorching cold, Thy creation to mar

The glory of mountains with heads in the sky
The fast flowing rivers, the streams running by
The elephant, lion, the leopard, the bear
With myriads of others, Thy glory declare
The wonder of snow, so pure and so light
That whitens the soot of the world in a night

Yet man-thy creation-so wondrously wise
Wanders through earth with blinded eyes
A God of might-a God that’s pure
A Holy God he’ll not endure
Man, with gods of own creation
Fills his path with degradation
He does not heed the warning cry
Of nature sounding up on high:-
“Beware as thou dost saunter on
O man thy time will soon be gone
And thou shalt stand before the throne
Of Him, Creator-God alone.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Can I Ever Pen?[/b]

[i]John 8[/i]

Can I ever, ever pen
The eyes from which no judgment came?
Sorrow for my sin I saw
Oh to stumble never more

Knowledge of my sinful life
Every cause and every strife
Sadness at my fallen state
Yet He will another fate!

Pardon for the life before
Mercy, hope forevermore!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]That Other Land[/b]

A seconds journey take us to that other land–
or is it less?
When-In the twinkling of an eye-we are
so blessed
For Heaven’s gates are opened wide-and we are
at our Savior's side
To worship at His feet-unending joy-oh bliss
complete!

But we still labour on-‘tis others crossed the
lower shore
the ‘much-loved ones’ gone before
And from these very distant places
we see no more their much loved faces

But bitter knowledge-oh the sorrow-
that many shall not hail that morrow
For when the cry is “Life no more”
They step upon ANOTHER SHORE!
How fatal when life’s thread is ended -
Your work on earth is sadly rendered
And destiny can go no more -
that sends you to “another shore”

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]How Often Would I...But Ye Would Not[/b]

I would my child this year you had grown
That you my Word had better know
I longed to lead you higher on the way
I wished to fashion o’er the broken clay
BUT YE WOULD NOT

I would that you a light had been for Me
To let your friends see clearer life’s ‘eternity’
I would at work you’d made a stand for Me
I would you’d shunned all lies and base hypocrisy
BUT YE WOULD NOT

I longed that you’d a tender mother be
Knowing your child ‘my special gift’ to thee
Taking the time to make him learn of Me
Teaching the sacrifices of Calvary
BUT YE WOULD NOT

I would as a father you had been their guide
True, holy, noble, seen from every side
That all your family could have turned to Me
Because in you they did My image see
BUT YE WOULD NOT

Will you heed all that I do ask of thee
Will you reveal what I still long to see
Will you respond to My own agony
Will you obey your Master’s tender plea
OR WILL YOU NOT?

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]How Often Would I...But Ye Would Not[/b]

I would my child this year you had grown
That you my Word had better known
I longed to lead you higher on the way
I wished to fashion o’er the broken clay
BUT YE WOULD NOT

This burden really jumped out at me.

He is called The Word of God in Rev. 19 as HE Returns. What more do we need to Love His Word and desire to know Him more and be 'transformed' by meditating on and studying His Words and by Him at the same time.

Pray one for another.

Thank you for your posts!
Annie

[b]What Am I Doing Here?[/b]

“What am I doing here?”
I hear your plaintive cry
As floundering upon the earth
You sink and moan and cry.

What are you doing there
Dear child how can it be
You haven’t fathomed t’was My love
That gave your life to thee.

To fellowship with you each day
To cleanse and make you whole
Dear child I shed My very blood
For thy repentant soul.

I long that you will seek My plan
My will, child, to fulfill
Albeit pots and household tasks
My will is still My will.

I ask for prompt obedience
I ask endurance strong
A single minded pilgrim
Who does not harbour wrong.

You’ll see life as a challenge
To be God’s very best
Despite the petty hang ups
You can pass ev’ry test.

You’re here to please your Master
You’re here to do His will
With God’s help you’ll endeavor
His precepts to fulfill.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]My Tongue[/b]

Why curb my tongue within the home
The world’s outside, I’m all alone
If no-one hears they will not know
My family are suffering so.

I sometimes see my daughter wince
A sister twitch, a brother flinch
But no-one else has seen it too
What matters what my tongue can do?

But each day God was there, He knew
The cutting things my tongue could do
He watched the pain that without care
I handed out with more to spare.

And yet it was a loving smile
Which said, my child, come stop a while
Let your tongue be my instrument
That heals and helps, from Heaven sent.

You need not hurt, you need not slay
I’ll take control of it each day
And suddenly your tongue will be
A precious messenger for Me.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]The Best of the Flock[/b]

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
The offering you give Me
But what is this weak and puny lamb
Upon the altar I see?

For the world outside, you present your best
Not a bit from them withhold
But from God you keep the choicest bits
And give Him the stale and old.

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
I am your Sovereign King
For earthly rulers you cringe and bow
And the cream of the crop you bring.

What are your proffered words of love
They bring with them distaste
For I see a stilted sacrifice
And I know ‘love’s’ out of place.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]What Am I Doing Here[/b]
[i]Part 2[/i]

What am I doing here
Why was I ever born?
Life’s filled with so much sorrow
My path with many a thorn.

Is there a purpose for my life
A plan for little me?
I’m drowning midst the multitudes
That make humanity.

My child, My dearest, My precious one
You’re here to do My will
There is a plan that on this earth
You only can fulfill.

For this I shed My precious Blood
To cleanse and save your soul
For foremost child, initially
I need to make you whole.

And then I ask that you will give
To Me yourself, your all
Don’t leave the best lamb hidden
And harboured in your stall.

My plan for you has little things
You need to do each day
Each task a vital link that I
Require upon your way.

Look up beyond the daily toil
To Heaven – further on
For then you’ll find it’s radiance shines
On all that you have done.

Endure My child what I may send
On your allotted way
Don’t flinch and run but persevere
My strength is there each day.

What am I doing here? Praise God
What He requires of me
A pilgrim on the Heavenly road
Towards eternity!!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]His Plan[/b]

My child it is a different path
I’ve planned for you below
Lift up the roots you’ve planted deep
I would not have them grow

I want you dearest child of Mine
To let Me lead the way
Submit and let Me be the One
Who governs every day

Within the home or far abroad
I’ve wisdom to direct
And when you are within My plan
Dear child I can protect.

~Jennifer René Daniel

How Can It Be

How can it be that I should be
Sought by Almighty God
This black deceitful heart of mine
Washed by His precious Blood

My sins line up in vivid hue
I shrink in horror, shame
Can they be blotted out by God
Cleansed, gone, each sordid stain

Repent…I throw my wretched self
Upon Thy sacrifice
I cry, ‘Oh God forgive the past’
Because Thou paid the price

And now forgiven, clean at last
I see Thy Hand ahead
Thy gentle Voice that calleth out
“Come-walk with Me instead.”

~Jennifer René Daniel

Complete My Tasks

I feel so lost, dear Lord
Upon this planet earth
So small – a tiny entity
What can my life be worth?

How can Thy love be reaching me?
I’m lost within the crowd
My plaintive call for Thee to hear
Life is so meaningless and void
None can see my plaintive tear

Ah Child, creation of My Hands
My precious, precious one
Look up to see My nail-scarred Hands
Which bid you nearer come

I died to cleanse your sinful soul
I rose to give you power
I live to lead you step by step
Each God-appointed hour

You’re here upon this planet earth
To do My Sovereign will
Complete My tasks – do what I ask
Your calling, my Child, fulfill.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Nobody Cares![/b]

Ah what a dreary existence is mine
Beds upon beds wait with linen in line
Floors that need dusting and food to be made
Wish in another bright era I stayed

Nobody listens or sees what I do
Nobody hears all my plans that are new
Nobody shares my impossible goals
Nobody cares for me, no not a soul!

I am the wife that’s perpetually tired
Groaning, complaining, I wish that I’d died
Where has the laughter and happiness gone
Is it my fault that the home has gone wrong?

‘Old and decrepit’, I see it quite clear
They interrupt and depart, so uncouth
Where is respect and the care that is due
Is life worth living for me – I ask you?

Child, youth or adult, life should not be dark
Filled with no purpose, the prospects all stark
What is the remedy – let Me tell you
Find why you’re here and you’ll face life anew.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]My Tongue[/b]

Early this morning I got out of bed
What was that horrible thing that I said?
Someone was hopeless, would never achieve
Were those wet tears that I saw on his sleeve?

What were the words that I chirped out at tea
Some funny comment for poor, slow Annie
You are a snail we must wait for your crawl
Was that a sigh?

Was it at lunch that I said is it fair
Neighbours have so much and still more to spare
Was it a hurt that I saw in Dad’s eyes
Who tries so hard all our needs to supply?

I said this morning with ironing piled high
Why should I do it, why bother and try
Did I see mother with shoulders more bent
Was it my comment that to that slouch lent?

Was I impatient when granny had told
Stories of youth that we’d heard hundredfold
Did I break in in the middle of one
Saying there’s something that’s got to be done

Was it a fragile look deep in her eyes
Was it a hurt my quick comment surprised
Should she be feeling a burden to-day
Because my tongue made her feel in that way?

Lord, what destruction has come from my tongue
Wil’t Thou forgive all the things that I’ve done?
Cleanse me from sin as I yield it to Thee
Only blessing, dear Lord, let it be.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]The Test of our Christian Walk[/b]

Don’t go and ask my family
About my Christian walk
Thank goodness they are silent ones
What if the girls should talk?

It’s safe to lose my temper there
To be both cruel and mean
As long as no-one hears of it
Or nothing has been seen

But child the home is paramount
It tests ‘reality’
You’re real if you are really real
Within the family.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Within The Potter’s Hand[/b]

The “Master Potter’s Work” cries out
Behold His Hand was here!
‘Tis only He could form us thus
The evidence is clear

I marvel that within His Hand
This ‘mortal clay’ should lie!
That He could take this worthless self
To cleanse and purify

His precious Blood removes the dross
The sin, the guilt, the shame
So that He can impress on me
His signature and name!

A ‘purpose’ for this lump of clay
Dear God, how can it be
That Thy bless’d Hand should be the one
To form and fashion me?

I’ll lie submissive in Thy Hands
And trust Thy love and care
Despite the hurting cuts and prods
To make this vessel fair

A common vase perhaps I’ll be
Hid from all pomp and fame
Made for an use Thy wisdom chose
To glorify Thy Name!

Or otherwise I must needs stand
One day despised by all
Beside the shallow set of urns
That fills the world’s sad stall

‘Tis marvelous that I may lie
Within the Potter’s Hand
That He can form and fashion me
According to His plan.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Carried Hence[/b]

[i]Granny[/i]

Her feeble light is flickering
She lay upon the bed
And people whisper tenderly
As in and out they tread

She lingered on and childhood days
So long ago crowd in
Her father, mother, home-so much
Of all that’s past and been

Oh glorious trust-eternal rest
T’was not in vain-His values best
‘Well done’-oh faithful traveler
They gently, gently carry her.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]She’s Older Now[/b]

[i]Granny[/i]

She’s older now
The red cheeked blushing maiden
Has slighter grown
and frailer is her frame
She does no bounce
Her step is slow
She hardly knows her name

Those jet black locks are
Snow white now
Her face with wrinkles strewn
It seems the cares of many years
the lines have finely hewn

But-as she hobbles ‘Heavenward’
with slow but steady pace
The glow of glory beams on her
She sees her Savior’s face.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]How Sad[/b]

The town was full, no room was found
for the simple village maid
No wonder then–on straw it was
the babe was gently laid

The town was full of busy men
all busy doing things
No wonder then, they did not know
He was the King of Kings!

The land was full of Pharisees
religious men of note
How could they know the humble man
was He of whom God wrote!

And so they sent Him to the cross
and mocked Him in His shame
How could they know t’was God Himself
Immanuel is His name

How sad that He whom prophets told
so oft of, was ignored
How sad they would not come to Him
who earnestly implored

How sad before the judgment throne
remorse shall useless be
For all who spurn God’s sacrifice
are damned eternally!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]It Was for This[/b]

In the brevity of time
out of the endlessness of eternity,
A miracle
From the glory of Heaven
into the crudeness of a manger!
A baby–still

From the Creator of the world
and throne Supreme
Despised, rejected, mocked
thy God hath been
And from where angels, saints adore Him
on cruel cross, the masses scoff
and scorn Him

The only sacrifice of worth–
A Blameless Lamb from infant birth
God’s only SON!
He died–the darkness filled the earth
Past, agony of sins dark curse
Salvation WON!

Now–Conqueror in the Heavenlies,
God Supreme
The only sinless Man this world hath seen
Eternal Bliss
The work is done–thy soul is won
If thou but do believe
IT WAS FOR THIS.

~Jennifer René Daniel

I wanted to bring this up again. There are many wonderful poems in here by Mrs. Daniel that have been a great encouragement to my own soul, and I think to others also.

I've nearly exhausted the supply of poems that I have by Mrs. Daniel, there are just a few that I'm am going to save for later in the year.

There are a few of Mrs. Daniel's messages here on SI and if you've never taken the time to listen to them I encourage you to do so, especially the ladies that read this. If you're weary of the hum-drum of home life listen to [url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=5262&commentView=itemComments]this one[/url]. Or you need a fresh vision of the race that you are in [url=https://www.sermonindex.net/modules/mydownloads/singlefile.php?lid=5262&commentView=itemComments]this is a good one[/url]

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~Joy

[b]Things Have Gone Wrong – Joy is lost[/b]

Things have gone wrong, weary pilgrim
But is it sin at the door
Judgment hath heavily fallen
Seek God, His mercy implore

Things have gone wrong, but life’s transient
Heaven awaits further on
Lift up your eyes, He is coming
Rest your sad lot thereupon

Things have gone wrong, men are watching
Will you victorious be
Will they seek God through your actions
What will their silent eyes see
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Things have gone wrong, satan’s gloating
You will not stand this great trial
But heaven looks for endurance
Grace, to traverse every mile.

If so dear child, rest your burdens
Full on your dear Saviour’s breast
There you will find His enabling
Child to survive every test

Others are watching reactions
Christ’s joy hard hearts e’en have won
If you through trials are constant
You can be used by God’s Son.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Is Your Joy Lost?[/b]

Is your joy lost, weary pilgrim
Has it fled far from your heart
Can it be dark sin that’s lurking
Making sweet joy to depart

Is there a love that is hidden
Secret and cloistered within
E’en though your feet have not stumbled
In thoughts, your heart has there been

Has envy entered the vineyard
Measuring you at a loss
Letting you forget the pathway
Christ took that led to the cross

Sin robs sweet joy of her savour
Sin turns her into alloy
Sin keeps the heart in depression
Sin is in satan’s employ

Seek God, dear child, in repentance
Find His forgiveness for you
Joy will return in it’s fullness
He will your sad heart renew

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Joy[/b]

Joy, sweet adornment for pilgrims
Spreading a fragrance so sweet
Reaching to weary and needy
Drawing them to Jesus’ feet.

Joy in ‘abundant salvation’
Given so full and so free
Claimed when repentant and seeking
Joy that my God pardoned me.

Joy in the Saviour’s communion
Tender and holy and true
As in God’s word I am finding
Comfort and guidance anew.

Joy that is lasting, not transient
Joy that hath made my life whole
Joy as a life-giving fountain
Jesus the ‘Joy’ of my soul.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]The Neglected Word[/b]

I have neglected Thy word, of late
Just speedingly reading a verse
I wonder if that is why my joy
Has flown and my moods grown worse

I have neglected Thy word of late
And know not which course to go
For verses that were my guidance once
From neglecting I do not know.

I have neglected Thy word of late
And fallen into sin
For the lamp and light upon my path
Was not where it should have been.

Ah Lord, I repent and come to Thee
In humbleness I plead
I’ll read and search Thy Blessed Word
Ah, meet me at my need.

Thy word has restored my joy, dear Lord
It is my strength and stay
A bulwark in life’s milling storms
A light upon my way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Christmas[/b]

The date may be wrong
The source may be wrong
But an opportunity!
To tell a lost and sinful world
Christ came to die for me!

The sounds may be wrong
The emphasis wrong
But 'tis now I can portray!
The reason that God's spotless Lamb
Was slain, our sins to pay!

My heart may be grieved
By man's sin and greed
Yet I must make them see!
That Jesus was the substitute
That died for you and me!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]How Sad[/b]

The town was full, no room was found
for the simple village maid
No wonder then–on straw it was
the babe was gently laid

The town was full of busy men
all busy doing things
No wonder then, they did not know
He was the King of Kings!

The land was full of Pharisees
religious men of note
How could they know the humble man
was He of whom God wrote!

And so they sent Him to the cross
and mocked Him in His shame
How could they know t’was God Himself
Immanuel is His name

How sad that He whom prophets told
so oft of, was ignored
How sad they would not come to Him
who earnestly implored

How sad before the judgement throne
remorse shall useless be
For all who spurn God’s sacrifice
are damned eternally!

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Christmas[/b]

The bustle of Christmas shops
The music blaring loud
I seem to miss the Savior
in that bright and motley crowd

The prattle of the little tongues
Of all they hope to get
I find the biggest gift of all
Not mentioned–they forget!

The happy songs at Christmas time
Of sleighs and silvery bells
I long to hear of Bethlehem
The songs we knew so well

O Savior, must Thou stand aside
In all this bright array?
So tragically rejected
This meaningless display!

Oh sing thy joyous praise to God
And worship Him anew
Remembering His Birth, His Death
Salvation brought to you!

~Jennifer René Daniel

Roniya wrote:
[b]Christmas[/b]

The date may be wrong
The source may be wrong
But an opportunity!
To tell a lost and sinful world
Christ came to die for me!

The sounds may be wrong
The emphasis wrong
But 'tis now I can portray!
The reason that God's spotless Lamb
Was slain, our sins to pay!

My heart may be grieved
By man's sin and greed
Yet I must make them see!
That Jesus was the substitute
That died for you and me!

~Jennifer René Daniel

This one in particular touched me Sis.

They are all excellent and have all ministered to me.
I like this one because it seems to express what I haven't been able to, that I hold in my heart.

Thank you! :-)

[b]It Was for This[/b]

In the brevity of time
out of the endlessness of eternity,
A miracle
From the glory of Heaven
into the crudeness of a manger!
A baby–still

From the Creator of the world
and throne Supreme
Despised, rejected, mocked
thy God hath been
And from where angels, saints adore Him
on cruel cross, the masses scoff
and scorn Him

The only sacrifice of worth–
A Blameless Lamb from infant birth
God’s only SON!
He died–the darkness filled the earth
Past, agony of sins dark curse
Salvation WON!

Now–Conqueror in the Heavenlies,
God Supreme
The only sinless Man this world hath seen
Eternal Bliss
The work is done–thy soul is won
If thou but do believe
IT WAS FOR THIS.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]No Greater Gift[/b]

There was no greater gift that God
in mercy could bestow
For in His Son, He gave His all
to sinners here below

There was no humbler place to be
that first great Christmas morn
For midst the donkeys, fodder, food
the King of Kings was born!

A little boy–obedient child
to “father” and to “mother”
Oh did they know when watching Him
To Heaven, He was ‘Another’!

Emmanuel–miracle of time
Eternity below
That God could step into the world
the human frailties know!

There was no greater price that God
eternally could pay
For on the cross He gave His Life
It was the only way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]He was Sent[/b]

In the hustle and bustle and throngs of men
on that long ago Christmas Day
A mother on donkey, so heavy with child
is slowly winding her way

Oh Heaven, ‘Thy Glory’ was sacrificed
In human form He lay
So fragile, so tiny, so helpless and small
Amidst the manger hay

He was sent to pay the awful price
Our sin on Him was laid
The only sacrifice that could
Our penalties have paid

And thus man sent Him to the cross
Condemned Him–“He must die!”
Not realizing His very death
Our souls would justify

He rose–a God victorious
He rose–a Ruling King
That to a sinful evil world
Salvation–Hope did bring

But man ‘God’s Gift’ rejected
Until the present day
Thus man for every sin in life
The penalty will pay!

Unless in this worlds bustle
He turns from all his sin
And by His simple faith in Christ
Forgiveness, peace doth win.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]He Came Alone[/b]

He came alone
to pay for sin
Mankind to save
Salvation win
To drink the cup
for you and me
that hour in dark
Gethsemane
God satisfied
through Him at last
for all our sin
on Him was cast
That you and I
could be set free
because He died
on Calvary.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]A Christmas Poem
Part I[/b]

Oh man how can you blithely pass
This great “remembrance day”?
When God himself became a man
The greatest price to pay!

Your sin, oh man, did merit this
A spotless sacrifice
That on the very “Lamb of God”
Should rest your evil vice!

Come kneel and worship Him anew
The God who died for thee
A babe, the cross, the risen Christ
The One who sets us free!

~Jennifer René Daniel

Christmas

Sometimes I wonder sadly why
the people do not care
That God Himself was sacrificed
our punishment to bare

It seems so strange at Christmas time
with all the peoples fun
They don’t remember Bethlehem
the Offer of God’s Son

It seems as if our Christmas
Is just a festive time
Of presents, songs and comic tunes
Of ‘Him’ hardly a sign

Today I wonder sadly
if the Master should appear
In all our preparations
would we cry in shame and fear

Oh let us think of Bethlehem
with awe of Calvary
The God who sent His Precious Son
To die for your and me.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Christmas Poem

Part II
[/b]

The King of kings, Eternal God
came to the world He made
He could have come a mighty Prince
But as a babe was laid
among the straw in manger crude
Yes...in the midst of oxen food!

The mother of the holy child
was not of world-wide fame
She was a humble virgin maid
Just ‘Mary’ was her name

The angels did not sound their voice
before the earthly king
‘Twas to the ears of shepherd lads
their message they did bring

Oh proud and haughty, you must stoop
And kneel upon the floor:
From there the Savior beckons you
to enter through the door.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]A Babe is Born[/b]

A babe was born to pay the price
The awful debt of sin
The Holy, sinless Son of God
Who died, thy soul to win

He came–to live a blameless life

An offering pure and whole
For only then could God accept
The payment for thy soul

To think–He made this wondrous world
Creator–God–Supreme
And yet, the only place for Him
A stable, crude and mean

There was no room in Bethlehem
To house poor ‘Mary’s Son’
How sad they did not recognize
In Him the Promised One

The Babe was born–to die, a man
And rise–A Conquering King
To rule o’er each repentant heart
Who place their trust in Him.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Thy Hand. . .This Year[/b]

Ah God, how good to see Thy Hand
In mercy all the year
That led and helped, supported
Through joy and hope and fear

Thy tender, loving mercy
O’er shadowed me each day
Thy reassuring presence
Each step upon the way.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]A Year in God’s Eternity[/b]

A year in God’s eternity
Oh was it spent in victory
Did I fulfill Thy will for me
Or did I fail and drift from Thee?

Ah Lord, I didn’t do my best
So much undone–I failed the test
I know my light was weak and dim
And then I even stooped to sin

My child–repentant–come to Me
That I may wash thy sin from thee
Wipe out the past and give to thee
Another chance to follow Me

Another year I give to Thee
To point the lost to Calvary
To live that all can clearly see
Thy holy walk and victory.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]The New Year[/b]

I timidly step in the darkness ahead
Looking back on the year that my Saviour has led
So unknown, so untried doth the new year appear
That I step on the threshold with shrinking and fear

My child, I’ll go with you each step of the way
My child, I will answer your call when you pray
There’s nought of tomorrow that I cannot see
The darkness you fear is as daylight to me

My love is your mantle–a permanent stay
My Word is the light that will lead you each day
My peace is the cord that will anchor your soul
To fulfill My purpose–to reach every goal.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[u][b]Thank You, God[/b][/u]

Thank you, God
for making me poor
so that I could learn to
appreciate what I have

Thank you for hard work
which teaches me
the value of rest

Thank you for illness
giving me a true
empathy for others

Thank you for difficulty
which puts before me
opportunities to grow

Thank you for weakness
making me draw on
your unfailing strength

Thank you for mistakes
I've made, causing me
to seek your wisdom

Thank you, God, for
who you are, and
who you've made me

- by Faye Adams

[b]A Year[/b]

A year to plan my destiny
Or else to find Thy will for me
A year to voice my every whim
Or else to call a world from sin
A year to gain the world’s applause
Or else to seek my Master’s cause
A year to do just what I will
Or else to heed His voice, so still
A year in God’s eternity
This year, what will the outcome be?

~Jennifer René Daniel

Koheleth wrote:
Entering a new year with this endeavor, Joy, you are so faithful to keep the saints supplied with some wonderful poems of faith and insight. Thanks for the good work.

Thank you, Koheleth, for your appreciation and encouragement. God willing, I hope to continue posting Mrs. Daniel's poems as long as I have new ones. :)

[u][b]Awake My Soul[/b][/u]

Awake, my soul for God is near.
Awake and find release from fear.

Surrender, my soul for only then
will his full power be felt within.

Rest, my soul, his way is best.
Through quiet trust comes peace and rest.

Awake, my soul, awake and bring
the song my lips crave to sing.

- by Faye Adams

[u][b]GOD IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE[/b][/u]

I admit that there are times
That I am tempted to despair.
Then God speaks in all His mercy
To let me know He's there.

He took care of yesterday for me.
Tomorrow is in His care.
Today He will walk beside me
In answer to my prayer.

He brings constant joy and comfort
To ease my concerns away.
I could not go on without Him
To be my companion through each day.

I would just like to remind you
To lean hard upon His breast.
Release each trial to Him.
Wait for Him to do the rest.

- by Evelyn D. Putnam

[u][b]THE JOURNEY TO WHOLENESS[/b][/u]

One day in the midst of my prayer
I felt the Lord kneeling right there
When I spoke about my recent difficulty
This is exactly what the Spirit spoke to me:
My child where’s the gain
If during your journey you’ve endured no pain
What’s a blessed life without suffering and strife
How can I gain glory through the telling of your story
When you want it all to end as soon as your plans start to bend
Didn’t you say, “Lord, have your way, let Thy will be done today”
But the minute I move around
Clear out all that clutter I’ve found
You suddenly get this frown and your spirit becomes so down
Then you say, “Lord, I didn’t know you’d take that”
“Oh, do you think I can have that one back”
You see in order to be free you must submit it all to Me
Your husbands and your wives
Your offerings and your tithes
Your hopes and your dreams
Your disappointments and your needs
That’s the only way you’ll see all my infinite abilities
So just leave all the worry to Me
The One who gives joy unspeakably

- by Nakia Hill

JulianSims wrote:

[u][b]THE JOURNEY TO WHOLENESS[/b][/u]

One day in the midst of my prayer
I felt the Lord kneeling right there
When I spoke about my recent difficulty
This is exactly what the Spirit spoke to me:
My child where’s the gain
If during your journey you’ve endured no pain
What’s a blessed life without suffering and strife
[b]How can I gain glory through the telling of your story
When you want it all to end as soon as your plans start to bend[/b]
Didn’t you say, “Lord, have your way, let Thy will be done today”
But the minute I move around
Clear out all that clutter I’ve found
You suddenly get this frown and your spirit becomes so down
Then you say, “Lord, I didn’t know you’d take that”
“Oh, do you think I can have that one back”
[b]You see in order to be free you must submit it all to Me[/b]
Your husbands and your wives
Your offerings and your tithes
Your hopes and your dreams
Your disappointments and your needs
That’s the only way you’ll see all my infinite abilities
So just leave all the worry to Me
The One who gives joy unspeakably

Nakia Hill

Thank you for sharing this poem, Julian. It touched my heart.

~~~

If you have a poem that would be a blessing and encouragement to the believers here on SI, please feel free to share it.

[u][b]I AM[/b][/u]

I am loved...I am hated.
I am joy anticipated.
I am instruction to the wise.
I am that which fools despise.

I am knowledge on the lips of few.
I am understanding which the diligent pursue.
I am the way which is often rejected.
I am the hedge of those protected.

I am your strength in times of adversity.
I am your peace in the midst of tragedy.
I am the crooked, made straight.
I am the reward of those who wait.

I am shelter in your pouring down rain.
I am He who is able to keep you sane.
I am the hand on the surgeon's knife.
I am the very hand that saved your life.

I am the wind that encompasses your soul.
I am the only one who can make you whole.
I am the river flowing toward your drought.
I am He who breaks shackles with a shout.

I am the book of Genesis through Revelation.
I am the only hope of your salvation.
I am the First and the Last.
I am the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit...all in one cast.

Who am I? I will tell you, even as I told Moses...
I AM THAT I AM.

- by Sistah J

Roniya:

Thank you for sharing this poem, Julian. It touched my heart.

:-D

[b]My Times Are In Thy Hand[/b]

My times are in Thy hand; Father, I wish them there:
My life, my soul, my all, I leave entirely to Thy care,

My times are in Thy hand, whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, as best may seem to Thee.
.
My times are in Thy hand: why should I doubt or fear?
My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear.

My times are in Thy hand, Jesus the Crucified!
The hand my many sins once pierced is now my Guard and Guide.

~W. F. Lloyd

[b]The Joy of Salvation[/b]

Lost, I cried out in repentance
Lord, please have mercy on me
All that I crave is Thy pardon
That Thou would’st save, redeem me.

Outside my cup seemed so perfect
But it had darkness within
Till the bright light of Thy gospel
Exposed my folly and sin

Finding the joy of salvation
Filling my soul to the brim
Christ and Christ only my ‘joy spring’
All other pleasures go dim.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Happiness Gone[/b]

Happiness gone, sinking pilgrim
Low, ‘neath the heel of despair
Ah are you crying in anguish
Why must my bruised form lie there.

Ask yourself now dearest pilgrim
Is there a reason, indeed
That things have come like an onslaught
Leaving you weak and in need.

Is it the sin you are harb’ring
Are you defiant to God
Is it the paths you have chosen
Far from God’s will you have trod?

God speaks in love, He is calling
You from the pathway of sin
Do not withstand His strong dealing
As He your soul back would win.

Things have gone wrong, is it satan
That comes in angry array?
But Job stood fast in the onslaught
Don’t let him lead you astray.

If you like Daniel are suff’ring
Because you won’t compromise
Don’t lose your joy in the conflict
Despite the malice and lies.

Perhaps you like Lot ate not heeding
God’s still voice pleading within
If you remain in Gomorrah
Others will fall into sin.

Stephen knew heaven was waiting
Stones cut but still his face shone
Was it the way he had suffered
Paul’s heart had pricked – for God won?

Is there a cause for your sorrow?
Sin? Then repent and confess
But if ‘tis not, know dear pilgrim
God will give grace for the test.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[u][b]BEND IN THE ROAD[/b][/u]

When we feel we have nothing left to give
and we are sure that the song has ended.
When our day seems over
and the shadows fall
and the darkness of night has descended.
Where can we go to find the strength
to valiantly keep on trying
Where can we find the hand that will dry
the tears that the heart is crying.

There?s but one place to go
and that is to God
and dropping all pretense and pride.
We can pour out our problems
without restraint
and gain strength with Him at our side.
And together we stand at life's crossroads
and view what we think is the end.

But God has a much bigger vision
and He tells us it's only a bend.
For the road goes on and is smoother
and the pause in the song is a rest.
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
is the sweetest and richest and best

So rest and relax and grow stronger
let go and let God share your load.
Your work is not finished or ended
you've just come to a bend in the road.

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

[b]Envy’s Whisper[/b]

Hard is your lot, envy whispers each day
Roses are strewn on the other’s bright way
Why should you struggle while they do succeed
Why should they prosper while you are in need?

Bitterness grows as it spreads it’s dark roots
All of the aspects of life feels it’s shoots
Anger and discontent comes in their wake
Your life is dismal – no more can take

Soon faith is struggling within envy’s grasp
Hope has absconded – evaded your clasp
Bitterness creeps in with soft stealthy tread
Joy lies prostrated – she seems to be dead.

Envy is whispering words in my ear
I should not listen but I want to hear
Drawing attention – where others succeed
Their easy life is compared to my need

Bitterness follows quite fast in her wake
Pointing to contrasts – not what is at stake
Godly contentment she kicks to the side
While discontentment doth over her ride

‘ENVY’ I spurn you, you murmur in vain
For in the Lord rests my lot – joy or pain
Others? What matters if they seem more blessed
God only asks me to pass my own test.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Only what's done for Christ will last[/b]

Two little lines I heard one day,
Travelling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life and it will soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in that day my Lord to meet,
And stand before His judgment seat;
Only one life and it will soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Give me, Father, a purpose deep,
In joy, or sorrow Thy word to keep;
Faithful and true what e’er the strife,
Pleasing Thee in my daily life;
Only one life and it will soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

~Author unknown

[b]Focus[/b]

Not caught in the web of ‘to-day’ dear Lord
Twill land me with giant ‘Despair’
But rather with hope eternal
Faith in Thy love and care

I’ll look above the onslaughts
I’ll focus on Thee alone
So that with joy untarnished
I’ll kneel before Thy throne.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]At the Brink[/b]

Lord - as I step at the brink of the year
Thoughts crowd and threaten that fill me with fear
Where will it lead - will my footsteps still hold
Will I be able to stay in the fold?

Child I am leading you into the year
With Me beside you - what reason to fear?
My arms will carry the fragile and frail
My breast a resting place when storms assail

Lean on Me heavily - I am your stay
My word - the staff that will lighten your way
Nought is unknown to Me - I am your guide
All that I ask, child, is ‘Stay by My side’

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]Aspirations[/b]

Oh to be nearer Thee, my Saviour
Oh to be filled with Thy sweet grace,
Oh to abide in Thine own favour,
Oh to behold Thy glorious Face

Oh to be ever upward gazing,
Glad with the sunshine of Thy love;
Oh to be ever, ever praising,
Echoing here the songs above.

Oh to be never, never weary
E’en in the dark affray of sin;
Oh to press on through conflicts dreary,
One of Thine own dear smiles to win.

Oh to desire to spread Thy glory,
Seeking it as my only aim;
Oh to be taught Thy strange sweet story
Worthily, fully to proclaim.

Oh to go onward, self forgetting,
Willing to take the lowest place;
Oh to go upward, never letting
Pride of the heart my glance abase.

Oh to become each day more lowly,
More of Thine own blest image gain;
Oh to be made, as Thou art, holy,
Oh to be freed from sin’s dread chain.

Oh to be listening every hour
The more than music of Thy voice;
Feeling its soothing quickening power,
Bidding the silenced heart rejoice!

~Frances Ridley Havergal

Thank you Joy.

These and this one, have been beautiful. Refreshing the soul.

GOD Bless you.

[b]Only For One[/b]

I have a smile my friends to greet,
Hearty and pleasant for all I meet,
Hidden from none:
But I have a smile that they do not know,
Lit by a deeper, tenderer glow,
And I keep it bright in my heart below,
Only for One!

I have a song for every ear,
Leaving an echo to soothe and cheer
When it is done:
But I have a music of truer beat,
Not to be poured at the great world's feet,
Richer and softer and far more sweet,
Only for One!

I have a love for all who care
Aught of its warmth to claim, or share,
Free as the sun:
But I have a love which I do not hint,
Gold that is stamped with my soul's imprint,
A wealth of love, both mine and mint,
Only for One!

~Frances Ridley Havergal

Daily Strength

‘As thy day thy strength shall be!’
This should be enough for thee;
He who knows thy frame will spare
Burdens more than thou canst bear.

When they days are veiled in night,
Christ shall give thee heavenly light;
Seem they wearisome and long,
Yet in Him thou shalt be strong.

Cold and wintry though they prove.,
Thine the sunshine of His love,
Or, with fervid heat oppressed,
In His shadow thou shalt rest.

When thy days on earth are past,
Christ shall call thee home at last,
His redeeming love to praise,
Who hath strengthened all thy days.

~Frances Ridley Havergal

[u][b] The Armor of God[/b][/u]

Put on the armor of Almighty God,
so you can withstand Satan’s schemes.
Our battle is not against flesh and blood;
no, things are not as they seem.

Our fight is against the powers of darkness,
with the forces of evil on high.
But He gave us His armor so we can stand firm,
on the Earth and in the sky.

Gird your loins with truth, which will always bear out,
the breastplate of righteousness wear.
Shod your feet with preparation of the gospel of peace;
take the shield of faith everywhere.

Take the helmet of salvation to wear on your head,
and the Spirit’s sword in your hand.
And pray in the Spirit all of the time so
against Satan’s plots you can stand.

- Peggy Mcllveene

[u][b]Breathe On Me, Breath Of God[/b][/u]

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what Thou wouldst do.
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with Thee I will one will,
To do and to endure.
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.

By Edwin Hatch

[b]My Mission Field[/b]

Dear Lord unsatisfied I view
The place assigned to me
I thought 'twas in the mission field
My working lot should be

But now at home I find myself
Hemmed in I chafe and fret
While heathen lands are beck'ning me
To which I cannot get

No glory here my heart doth cry
No martydom or doeath
Until I hear a gentle Voice
And this is what it saith

The lost I placed within your door
They cry within your home
It is to them that you were sent
To them and them alone

One day I will exact from you
The way you answered Me
When I had called you precious child
To be my mission'ry

Not to the heathen far away
But those quite near at hand
One them your labour must be spent
Dear Child, tis my command.

~Jennifer René Daniel

[b]A Calling[/b]

There is a calling that's given
To every child of the Lord
There is a work that is waiting
For which your Master implored

You are His advocate chosen
To represent Him below
Your life must reach out to others
Team them your Saviour to know

How can you dress like a heathen
Scanty, immodest and bold
Would they see holiness in you
Hail you as one of God's fold?

How can you swear like a trooper?
Angry when crossed in your will
Caring not what an impression
Your quick words sadly instill

Can you be visiting places
Where they are fighting your Lord
Can you be joining their party
'His foes' - yet your in accord?

Child you are sent as a witness
Called, an ambassador, true
Chosen to live out His precepts
Can this be said, child, of you?

~Jennifer René Daniel