So many times, the path seems so long,
And signposts are really just wishes.
When problems appear that turn me around,
The road through the woods is a prison.
Pride like a cloud blocks out the Light
So Truth is a place in the distance.
Patience collapses as fear overwhelms
And life is a cheerless existence.
The moments of happiness fail to return
Like all of my dreams of promotion.
The darkness takes hold as time becomes stale
And thoughts yield to wayward emotions.
With no hope within, I search for some peace
But life in the world is deceiving.
Stuck in the realm of flowers and weeds,
I cannot find love or its meaning.
But now I wait only for God and His love,
So Faith in His word must sustain me.
Sometimes a sign may find me at home,
And God will encourage and bless me.
Perhaps I am walking the path of the Light,
But I can’t perceive the direction.
Feelings and thought are changeable guides,
But God is the road to perfection.
Faith, Love, And Patience
None loves me, Father, with Thy love,
None else can meet such needs as mine;
O, grant me, as Thou shalt approve.
All that befits a child of Thine!
From every doubt and fear release.
And give me confidence and peace.
Give me a faith shall never fail,
One that shall always work by love;
And then, whatever foes assail,
They shall but higher courage move
More boldly for the truth to strive.
And more by faith in Thee to live:
A heart, that, when my days are glad,
May never from Thy way decline.
And when the sky of life grows sad.
May still submit its will to Thine, -
A heart that loves to trust in Thee,
A patient heart, create in me!
My Faith Grows Deeper
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
O Lord, my faith in You grows deeper;
As I marvel at each miracle of life.
Your divine grace and power so great;
Stronger faith comes as You give and take.
Blessings that come with such appreciation;
Love, joy and peace untold declarations.
Your mighty hand works without fail;
I offer heartfelt praise and worship to avail.
Be inspired by this Christian poem. During challenging times never lose your faith. God does know best!
Earth's Dark Day
Poet: Mary C. Plummer
Why look so sad, old earth?
Your clouds are hanging low,
You look as though you're going to weep.
What has disturbed you so?
Oh, yes I plainly understand,
Your hidden secret I know,
You're wondering if the selfish folk
Would be pleased with rain or snow.
Now do not ponder quite so deep.
But make your worry less;
Remember that 'tis God above
Who sends down what is best.
I Will Not Doubt
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
'I trust in Thee.'
"I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still, white realm above;
I will believe it is an all-wise love
Which has refused these things for which I yearn;
And though at times I cannot keep from grieving.
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed-believing
Undimmed shall burn.
"I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain.
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
I will believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses,
I shall yet see through my severest losses
The greater gain.
"I will not doubt, well anchored is this faith.
Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it will not quail
To breast the mighty unknown sea of death.
0, may I cry, though body parts with spirit,
'I do not doubt,' so listening worlds may hear it.
With my last breath."
I look upon the clock, - 'tis noon;
The hour of day I know full well:
It may be noon of life with me, -
It may be, but I cannot tell.
I cannot see the hand divine
That marks of life's short day the time.
I would not set the hand of fate
Back on its dial: I draw near
The thousand suns whose golden gates
Before my Saviour's throne appeal'.
That world I would not dare to claim
Except by faith in Jesus' name
Poetry that emphasizes that God does answer prayers, but we need to have faith, trust Him and realize He knows best.
God Is True by M. G. Plantz
God answers prayer; sometimes
When hearts are weak.
He gives the very gifts believers seek.
But often faith must learn a deeper rest;
And trust God's silence, when He
Does not speak;
For he whose name is Love
Will send the best;
Stars may burn out nor mountain
But God is true; His promises are sure
To those who seek.
Out of the Heavens come down to me,
O Lord, and hear my earnest prayer:
On life, above the life I see,
Fix Thou my soul, and keep it there.
The richest joys of earth are poor,
The fairest forms are all unfair;
On what is peaceable and pure
Set Thou my heart, and keep it there.
Pride builds her house upon the sand;
Ambition treads the spider’s stair;
On whatsoever things will stand
Set Thou my feet, and keep them there.
The past is vanished in the past;
The future doth a shadow wear;
On whatsoever things are fast
Fix thou mine eyes, and keep them there.
In spite of slander’s tongue, - in spite
Of burdens grievous hard to bear,
To whatsoever things are right
Set Thou my hand, and keep it there.
Life is a little troubled breath,
Love but another name for care;
Lord, anchor Thou my hope and faith
In things eternal, — only there.
My Faith Begins
Poet: Alice Wellington Rollins
My faith begins where your religion ends,
In service to mankind. This single thread
Is given to guide us through the maze of life,
You start at one end, I the other; you.
With eyes fixed only upon God, begin
With lofty faith, and, seeking but to know
And do His will who guides the universe,
You find the slender and mysterious thread
Leads down to earth, with God's divine command
To help your fellowmen; but this to me
Is something strangely vague, I see alone
The fellowmen, the suffering fellowmen.
Yet, with a cup of water in my hand
For all who thirst, who knows but I one day,
Following faithfully the slender thread.
May reach its other end, and kneel at last
With you in heaven at the feet of God?
Life wasn’t meant to be easy, a time to lay down and rest,
Life’s a process of learning with many a trial and test.
Life’s not a bed of sweet roses or a sunny beach on the shore,
The hurdles we face are many, there’s much that one must endure.
Yet all the while we are traveling God is fully aware,
We’re pilgrims, this place is not permanent, a wee space of time that we share.
But we have a mission, a duty, a call to the lost must go out,
The message of Jesus the Saviour is what our journey’s about.
It’s true, we’ll find much rejection, many will treat us with scorn,
But life was not meant to be easy, at best we might feel quite forlorn.
He knows when you feel like a failure, He knows when your plans don’t succeed,
He feels the pressure you’re facing, He knows where your future will lead.
Take heart, the Master of Glory knows when you’re tattered and torn;
There’s nothing that’s hid from the Saviour, the sins that cause you mourn.
When folks reject what you stand for, the message that falls on deaf ears,
The personal message of Jesus that caused Him the taunts and the jeers.
Try to remember your calling, this whole thing is not about you;
God has requested your service, and to that mission you need to be true.
God’s not concerned about numbers, it’s faithfulness that He desires,
You take the message of Jesus; the Spirit’s the One who inspires.
Leave the results with the Saviour, diligently pray and prod;
Earnestly follow His guidance, and leave the results up to God.
You gaze at distant mountains bathed in light;
You've seen some lonely tree by frost turned red;
Or rosebush gay, which seemed in winter dead.
You've wondered, charmed, at many a mystic sight,
From sunset, to the glow-worm in the night.
You've studied insects, and the birds they fed!
This world seemed strangely grand as thought has led
Your soul to see God's wondrous love or might.
Are you the only creature, then, forgot?
Is your poor life outside the master plot
Of Him whose wisdom planned for all else here?
Nay, nay; God cares; you are His dearest thought;
No matter who you are, or where, or what.
Let faith in Him, then, keep your heart from fear.
If we have no faith to guide us, life will be a maze-
A labyrinth of twisting paths, a web of crisscross ways-
That will never really get us where we want to be -
Each turn leads to disappointment and futility.
In and out and round about we wander aimlessly -
Never knowing what we want, yet trying hard to see -
Some way out, some opening that promises to lead -
To the happiness we're seeking, and the peace we need.
God alone can give us this, and faith must be the guide.
Faith can break out of the maze into the light outside...
Faith will give our wayward thoughts a goal to keep in view -
And set our stumbling feet upon a path that's straight and true.
What Faith Does
Poet: B. E. Warren
Faith does not dwell in fancy's dream
Nor in the gloomy maze;
Faith lives beside the flowing stream
Where victors take their ease.
Faith gropes not in secluded night,
In doubtful regions wild;
"Faith is the victory, lost in sight,"
Sings God's obedient child.
Faith mounts the hills of trouble here,
And soars above the clouds;
Faith drives away each slavish fear,
And lifts the mourner's shroud.
Faith sweeps the barricades of wrong,
Bombards them left and right;
Faith is the victor's conquering song,
Amid the hottest fight.
Faith brings triumphant through the fire,
The soul that will abide;
Faith warms our soul with good desire,
Though we be greatly tried.
Faith plows the tossing sea of life,
And strikes the other shore;
Faith walks amid the raging strife,
Now as in days of yore.
Faith raises valleys, lowers hills,
Faith spans the chasm wide;
Faith makes a way where none is seen,
And crosses o'er the tide.
Faith climbs the peaks and reaches God,
Above the stormy sky;
Faith sees the sunny side of life,
And wings the soul on high.
Faith passes on with steady tread,
Mid coldness, scoffs, and jeers;
Faith takes the pathway Jesus led,
Though thronged with joys or tears.
Faith, like a rock, stands firm and sure,
While things around may change;
Faith "counts those happy who endure,"
Though pilgrims here and strange.
Faith like a pillar stands the test,
While shaky things shall fall;
Faith clings the closer to God's Word,
For he is all in all.
Faith peers through disappointed hope,
And rests in peaceful trust;
Faith into darkness does not grope;
It conquers, yea, and must.
Faith overcomes the world around,
And quenches fiery darts;
Faith is the shield that will surround
Devoted Christian hearts.
Faith never stumbles, never falls;
Faith never fails or doubts.
Faith builds those unsurmounted walls
Of great salvation; shouts
Eternal victory o'er the foe,
By heaven's power and grace.
Faith links the soul to God, we know;
Unveils his smiling face.
Faith is the key that opens wide
His treasured store to all;
Faith brings those wanted riches nigh
To those who simply call.
Faith coolly weighs life's issues great,
And counts the final cost;
Faith glories in its rich estate,
If all on earth were lost.
Faith walks the narrow way alone,
And never does complain;
Faith in Christ's blood doth now atone
For every sinful stain.
Faith counts the fancied feelings chaff,
Which ebbing tides control;
While it leans on the golden staff
Of Truth, which saves the soul.
After While - A Poem of Faith
Poet: Paul Laurence Dunbar
I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o’er the bark,
Yet after while the light will come,
And in calm waters safe at home
The bark will anchor.
Weep not, my sad–eyed, gray–robed maid,
Because your fairest blossoms fade,
That sorrow still o’erruns your cup,
And even though you root them up,
The weeds grow ranker.
For after while your tears shall cease,
And sorrow shall give way to peace;
The flowers shall bloom, the weeds shall die,
And in that faith seen, by and by
Thy woes shall perish.
Smile at old Fortune’s adverse tide,
Smile when the scoffers sneer and chide.
Oh, not for you the gems that pale,
And not for you the flowers that fail;
Let this thought cherish:
That after while the clouds will part,
And then with joy the waiting heart
Shall feel the light come stealing in,
That drives away the cloud of sin
And breaks its power.
And you shall burst your chrysalis,
And wing away to realms of bliss,
Untrammelled, pure, divinely free,
Above all earth’s anxiety
From that same hour.