Be encouraged and reminded by reading these poems of the many of God's blessings that we all receive each and every day. Sometimes we just have to open our eyes to see God's blessings in our lives.
At times we may feel God has forgotten us however if you
look around you will see that He is with you each and every day. From the sunshine to the rain He provides, from each breath He gives us,
for the people who love us and surround us with- each a blessing of God. We hope these poems about God's blessings remind you of this.
Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
And they seemed, as I numbered them over,
Far more than we merit, or need,
And all that we lack is the angels
To make earth a heaven indeed.
The winter brings long, pleasant evenings,
The spring brings a promise of flowers
That summer breathes into fruition,
And autumn brings glad, golden hours.
The woodlands re-echo with music,
The moonbeams ensilver the sea;
There is sunlight and beauty about us,
And the world is as fair as can be.
But mortals are always complaining,
Each one thinks his own a sad lot;
And forgetting the good things about him,
Goes mourning for those he has not.
Instead of the star-spangled heavens,
We look on the dust at our feet
We drain out the cup that is bitter,
Forgetting the one that is sweet.
We mourn o'er the thorn in the flower,
Forgetting its odour and bloom;
We pass by a garden of blossoms,
To weep o'er the dust of the tomb.
There are blessings unnumbered about us, -
Like the leaves of the forest they grow;
And the fault is our own - not the Giver's -
That we have not an Eden below.
What will happen when your time
Runs out and all your strength ebbs away?
When all the things on earth obtained have come to the point of decay?
When you cannot rise with the morning sun and The night seems as long as the day?
When the strength of your youth is no longer your source And all your plans go astray?
I know the results when you try to achieve the goals that you set long ago,
That you're sure with hard work you could reach for the top,
Yet there's so much in life you don't know.
You trust in your skills; you honour your wealth; Your mind is filled with ideas;
You live a fast pace with no room to make friends; Being idle you call a disease.
But I want to warn you, your time is quite brief, In a moment it's all whisked away.
Take heed to this warning while you still have time; This could be your final day!
Someone will claim what you now call your own, Things that consumed all your health.
Where is the gain when you cannot enjoy even one day of your wealth?
All that you have, all that you own, really is not yours to claim -
The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; the deed is made out in His name.
Be wary my friend,
prepare for the day, Give unto God what is due;
Give Him your heart, give Him your dreams;
Great blessings He'll shower on you.
If you can't find joy in your daily life, have you walked away from the source?
Are you letting your problems fill up your heart, are you living in daily remorse?
Does your life feel empty, unchallenged and dull? Is fulfillment not treasure enough?
Do you feel rejected unneeded, dismayed; is your road so lonely and rough?
Are you searching for treasures beyond your reach, for goals you cannot obtain?
Are you placing your trust in the gold of this world - a substance that will not remain?
Have you been persuaded that life is fulfilled when power is in your control?
Are you surrounded by thoughts of success to the point you've forgotten your soul?
Have you not heard that man is but dust and all earthly efforts are vain?
Are you so centered on what you achieve that other's advice you disdain?
What will you do when your plans are fulfilled? Will you sit back in your pride and your glee?
Will you tell the whole world of what you've achieved and proudly shout, "World! Look at me!"?
Friend, I must tell you, your works aren't your own, there's nothing on earth you possess,
You may have titles to deeds and great wealth, things here on earth to caress.
But God is the owner, Creator of all, who allows you this privilege, this joy.
It's here for a moment and gone in a flash, so quickly time comes to destroy.
Lay not up treasures down here on earth, let not this be your concern.
Life in eternity holds your rewards, investments that bring great return.
Give back to God all that is His, not just the things you can spare,
You'll find more fulfillment, more peace in your heart, when you willingly give what you share.
God will reward you for giving to Him, more than your heart could request;
His shovel is bigger than any sized pails, be ready to be richly blessed.
I carry in my mind a picture clear —
A low and rambling house; its people dear.
It nestles by a gently rolling hill,
And though I'm far away I hear the trill
Of red birds; hear a purling brooklet sing
Along the broad lawn's edge — its source a spring.
I see the willow with its outflung arm
Stand sentry-like as though to guard from harm
Here water cress grows satin green, and moss
All those who would this crystal-clear stream cross.
Like velvet sheathes its banks, and reaches where
The Rose of Sharon marches tall and fair,
Along the sloping pathway to the door.
And inside there is peace, a goodly store.
All mine from which to draw when nerves and mind
Are taut and weary from the daily grind.
Ah! soon, I'll leave the city and its noise
To steep my heart in peace, regain my poise
Among these friends who carry faith's torch high.
Upon whose simple home God's blessings lie.
The dearest word
that Christ says to His disciples,
the proudest and most ennobling word,
the word that means
the most for our earthly relationships
as well as the heavenly, is this:
"I have called you friends"
Then hear me, bounteous Heaven,
Pour down your, blessings on this beauteous head,
Where everlasting sweets are always springing,
With a continual giving hand: let peace,
Honor, and safety always hover round her:
Feed her with plenty; let her eyes ne'er see
A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning;
Crown all her days with joy, her nights with rest,
Harmless as her own thoughts; and prop her virtue,
To bear the loss of one that too much loved;
And comfort her with patience in our parting.
Blessings of God
May the blessing of God be upon thee;
May the Sun of Glory shine round thy head;
May the gates of plenty, honor, and
Happiness be open to thee.
May no sorrow distress thy days;
May no grief disturb thy nights;
May the pillow of peace kiss thy cheek.
And the pleasure of realization attend
Thy beautiful dreams.
And when length of days makes thee
Tired of earthly joys, and the curtain of
Death gently closes round thy last sleep
Of human existence,
May the angel of God attend thy bed
And take care that the expiring lamp of life
Shall not receive one rude blast to hasten