Just to be tender, just to be true,
Just to be glad the whole day through,
Just to be merciful, just to be mild,
Just to be trustful with faith like a child,
Just to be gentle and kind and sweet.
Just to be helpful with willing feet.
Just to be cheery when things go wrong.
Just to drive sadness away with song.
Whether the hour is dark or bright.
Just to be loyal to God and right.
Just to believe that God knows best,
Just in His promises ever to rest -
Just to let love sound its sweetest key.
That is God's will for you and for me.
In the Woods
Poet: Frederick George Scott
This is God's house - the blue sky is the ceiling,
This woods the soft green carpet for His feet,
Those hills His stairs, down which the brooks come stealing,
With baby laughter making earth more sweet.
And here His friends come, clouds and soft winds sighing,
And little birds whose throats pour forth their love.
And spring and summer, and the white snow lying
Pencilled with shadows of bare boughs above.
And here come sunbeams through the green leaves straying,
And shadows from the storm-clouds overdrawn,
And warm, hushed nights, when mother earth is praying
So late that her moon-candle burns till dawn.
Sweet house of God, sweet earth so full of pleasure,
I enter at thy gates in storm or calm;
And every sunbeam is a joy and treasure,
And every cloud a solace and a balm.
Have you ever recognized the things that God has done?
Did you check the record of that great and Holy One?
Have you read the Scriptures? Have you had a real good look?
If you seek for confirmation, you will find it in God's Book.
But there are other places where the hand of God is shown,
There are joys beyond all measure, from His mercy, from His throne.
When you rise in early morning, feel the dew upon your face,
And the singing of the robins, can you sense, this is God's grace?
In the peaceful, quiet hour, while the world is still asleep,
Can you feel His holy presence, can you sense His love so deep?
When you see a tiny baby, when you hold him in your arms,
And you're mesmerized; he's perfect! You are smitten by his charms.
Would you think it's evolution that produced this human being?
That his parts just came together, not God's power you are seeing?
In God's Book these words are written - He created all mankind;
Through the eyes of faith believe it; don't let Satan make you blind.
God is holy; He's unsullied; sin could never taint or blight;
God, the same today, forever, He's the great eternal Light.
Let not earthly things persuade you, for this life some day will end.
Get instructions from the Bible, for man's laws and God's won't blend.
God requires that man be holy, setting standards as a guide;
Yet our hearts will not acknowledge that we're more enticed by pride.
If we'll contemplate our future, that our time's not in our hands,
We would look again at Jesus, be persuaded by His plans.
From the sinful fall of Adam and the scarring of his soul;
God announced He'd send a Saviour; even yet, God's in control.
Be ye ready for His coming, for one day He will return;
At a time when least expected, Christ, the One that now we spurn.
God is sovereign, God is holy, what He says, that will He do;
As you study through the Scriptures, let His message speak to you.
Take to heart what God has written as He used the pen of man;
Moved them with the breath of heaven as they wrote salvation's plan.
In the peaceful, quiet moments that you set aside to read,
It will bring complete instruction; it will guide if you but heed.
Let the Bible guide you daily and the blessings will abound,
For there is no greater treasure! It's God's grace that you have found!
God is a God of compassion but also a God of wrath,
His mercy will go to great limits as He draws you to the right path.
He gently prods for submission, but never commands you reply,
The grace and love that He offers does not entice Him to pry.
He lets you search out your mission, He lets you roam as you please,
God holds down no restrictions, He doesn't push you to your knees.
He uses gentle persuasion, which eternally flows from His throne,
And those who are not yet in the fold He'll eagerly claim as His own …
… once they acknowledge His kingship.
By Stillman F. Kneeland
Adversity is fortune's school,
Its lessons fill the air;
There's wisdom in the babbling brooks
And uplifts everywhere.
Disasters are but stepping-stones,
That span life's mystic streams.
Mere finger-posts to victory,
Or figments of our dreams.
The hand that bringeth sorrow,
Ofttimes a blessing brings;
The clouds that hover o'er us
Are only angels' wings.
If God is God and right is right,
Though fools and cowards blame.
Stand in the glowing beacon light,
That ever shines the same.
If God is good and right is might.
We cannot suffer long;
Discount the final victory,
And lift your soul in song.
Is He a "sometimes" God in your life, a convenience when you're in need?
Have you created the pattern yourself only so far to proceed?
Is He allowed to only observe as a consultant, not guide?
Are the decisions you make all your own, casting His offers aside?
Has the thought ever entered your mind that He knows all of your needs?
Your strong independence, your will to go forth, no thought to where this road leads? God won't step in without your request, He'll even allow you success; But when you achieve the goals you set forth, who do you think you'll empress?
Think for a moment, if He should let go, totally leave you alone; Would you still prosper, would things go right, could you stand up on your own? Now you are young, full of great plans, visions of fortune and power; Strength in your favour, health on your side, you make the most of each hour.
Then one day you find you're not satisfied, there's no more goals to achieve; Life at the top is far from ideal, people corrupt and deceive. Lonesome, distraught, heart sick and sad, feeling distressed, unfulfilled; Then someone says, "Why not try church, maybe your pain can be stilled."
And there I found God! Waiting for me, He knew the need of my heart, No greater peace had I ever known, and He had been there from the start! I'd kept Him out but He hadn't left, He simply did not interfere, I made my life, He stood aside until I wanted Him near.
Now I regret the long, wasted years, His love that so freely He'll give, I try to make up the time that I lost; I'll do it as long as I live!
If God made the universe, and folks say that is true,
If God created everything, including me and you,
If God is wise and knows all things because He has the power,
If He's aware of world events each day and every hour,
If God can see the world at large, the carnage man has done:
Destroying what is beautiful and calling destruction fun;
Murdering unborn children because they'll wreck their plans,
And wanting their education, having their own demands,
If God can be an honest God and let these things go by,
No wonder people are aghast and say, "God doesn't even try.
He actually isn't even there; He's just a Christian's crutch.
Their stories are all fables; they're really out of touch!"
But why blame God for what man does? Man has the will to choose.
If self is left in full control he's guaranteed to lose.
God is not pleased with what man does and time will prove He heard,
The cries of those in agony, God listened to each word.
The time of reckoning is at hand, the criminal will pay,
All mercy will be set aside on God's own judgment day.
The history of man's evil deeds will come before the light,
No earthly sanctions will be found, no place to hide in fright.
A lifelong time rejecting God will finally see its end,
You'll stand alone to face your fate with no one who'll befriend.
Yes! There's a God, He is alive! His plea to you is real,
While there's still time to save your soul, reply to His appeal.
Don't let your pride stand in your way or shame be your downfall,
Instead, release yourself to God; be still and hear His call.
Walk With God
Poet: Edgar Daniel Kramer
When folks say that I walk alone,
With pity in their eyes,
I ever stand and stare at them
In wondering surprise,
Because they are too blind to see
That in each breathing clod,
In sun and ran in grass and trees,
I ever walk with God.
It's the kind word softly spoken
And the friendly laughter heard,
It's the smile of proffred friendship
And the heavy burden shared,
It's the gently hand that guides us
As each weary mile we plod,
It's the splendor of His giving
And the glory that is God!
The sun begins to scatter the clouds that claimed the night,
The glowing lights of colour make darkness take its flight.
At first there’s but a glimmer as colour finds its way
And then great bursts of sunshine announce a brand-new day.
The harmony of colours dance in the morning mist,
They’re orange, they’re red, they’re yellow; what colours they enlist!
They touch and mould together, they snap as they join hands,
The music is ethereal and then they break their bands.
And still they dance in union, together then apart,
The colours blend and scatter – a heavenly work of art.
I almost hear their laughter; I almost hear them say:
“God’s made a brand-new morning; wake up, enjoy the day!
You’ve seen a bit of glory; you’ve seen the rising sun;
We’ve barely scratched the surface, our story’s just begun.
God’s majesty and power has colour without end,
Like morning’s brilliant glory their wonders move and blend.”
Each sunrise is new with splendour, each programme so well planned;
Each day holds forth its promise of life throughout the land.
When God displays His glory, when sunshine shows its face;
Rejoice and dance like sunbeams that evening clouds erase.
God Seen In All His Works
Poet: Mary Snell
How wond'rous are the works of God,
In wisdom hath he wrought them all,
Earth was created at His word,
Sun, moon and stars came at His call,
When darkness was upon the earth
God spoke and said let there be light,
The light appeared, He called it day,
Also the darkness He called night.
God spake again, the waters fled,
A pace from off the earth, then stayed;
The mighty ocean knew its bounds,
Its Maker's mandate was obeyed.
God spoke and verdure clothed the fields.
The trees did yield abundant food.
He saw the works His word had wrought,
And blessed them and pronounced them good,
The birds, the beasts, the fishes all
Came in obedience to His word,
And were submissive to His will.
Each took their place and knew their- Lord,
When man God formed out of the dust,
In his own likeness man He made,
And placed him in fair Eden's bowers,
Where oft they met at evening shade
Oh! who can sound the deep abyss,
Of such amazing power and skill,
Oh! who can solve Gods mysteries
And understand His righteous will.
When mortals pause awhile and think.
And contemplate the vast design,
Deep reverence doth possess the soul,
And awe and wonder fill the mind.
The sun that rules as king of day.
The moon and stars that shine afar.
Their Maker's glory all show forth.
And they His wisdom do declare.
The tiny blade of grass that form,
The rich green carpet of the earth,
These seem to softly whispering say,
'Twas tender goodness gave us birth.
The flowers that bloom in varied hues,
Adorning hill and dale and grove,
These all in silent eloquence
Proclaim to us that God is love.
Behold the giant forest trees,
Lika faithful sentinels they stand,
Their wild majestic beauty reigns.
Preserved and fostered by God's hand.
The birds in tuneful chorus join
To praise the Lord for blessings given,
Their music cheers man in his toil,
And upward turns his thoughts to heaven,
The bee, the butterflies, the ant.
Tell us of God's unfailing care.
Each little shrub and every plant
Show us that God is everywhere.
The mountain and the prairie wide,
The lofty hill, the lowly dell,
The lake, the river and the brook,
Of their creator's goodness tell.
All upward look and seem to say,
God made us and his name we praise.
He doth supply our every need.
Bless Him, for wondrous are His ways.
Out on the ocean wide is seen,
God's mighty works upon the deep,
When gloomy darkness doth enshroud
And weary watch the sailors keep
When mountain billows fiercely foam,
And tempests rage with fearful power,
Man, trembling, bows his head and owns
God's presence in that awful hour.
And when the storm has passed away,
The waves subdued, the tempest staid.
Stilled by a word from Him whose power
O'er all is then and there displayed.
Earth, sea and sky, all, all proclaim
Their Maker's wondrous love and skill,
And all unite to praise his name,
And each their mission do fulfil.
What wondrous love, a hat tender care,
Unerring wisdom, power supreme,
Justice and judgment righteous pure,
In all the works of God are seen.
Join all the universe to sing
His praise, who doeth all things well,
Join every creature here below,
Loud let the grateful anthem swell.
Oh, for the wonderful little word “BUT,”
Where God brings solutions to bear;
Where, lost in our sin, resulting in death,
God has been saying, “I care.”
He does not choose the road we take,
Yet guide posts are marked on the way;
We seek the path that brings pleasures and joy,
Not knowing it leads us astray.
BUT GOD, in His wisdom persuades us to turn,
Not walk on the road that brings pain.
The straight, narrow path near the river of peace,
Grants joy and the power to sustain.
The wide road of pleasure lasts but a few days,
All too soon we are left with regret.
Change your direction while there’s still time,
And God will annul every debt.
The Voice Of My Lord
Poet: Bill Gurney
I hear the voice of my Lord,
I hear Him in the rustling leaves
And the wind in the trees.
I hear Him down along- the creek ford.
His voice, is sweet. Oh I can tell,
And it causes a silence. Birds stop singing,
And the sheep and cattle stop grazing and listen.
I can hear His every word in the valley deep.
Some day when I go
I know I wall meet no foe,
For my Lord will meet me in that valley,
And His voice I will know.
If We Love God
Poet: Alaurice Francis Egan
If we love God, we know what loving is,
For love is God's, He sent it to the earth,
Half human, half divine, all glorious, —
Half human, half divine, but wholly His;
Not loving God, we know not love's true worth,
We taste not the great gift He gave to us.