Poem of the Month

Every month, I will feature either a new poem or a favorite poem on this page, as well as the highlighted poems from the previous two months. The category page from which each poem is taken is listed in parentheses ( ) under the month.


April 2019

(from: God's Will)


Thy Will Be Done

(a song)

 

In my life may others see—

The light of Christ shining bright in me.

 

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            “Not mine own, but Thine be done.” 1.  

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            My desire is that You glorify Your Son.

 

Work Your will into where I go—

What I think or say, and the deeds that show.

 

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            “Not mine own, but Thine be done.” 1.

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            My desire is that You glorify Your Son.

 

When my heart disappointment sees,

May I mean these words while I’m on my knees:

 

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            “Not mine own, but Thine be done.” 1.

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            My desire is that You glorify Your Son.

 

As my life goes from “dust to dust,”

May my honest thoughts show undying trust.

 

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            “Not mine own, but Thine be done.” 1.

            Thy will be done, thy will be done.

            My desire is that You glorify Your Son.

 

 

1.  Matthew 26:39

 


gratefulsue

8/29/89

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March 2019

(from: Family)


Daddy


Daddy taught me how to sail—

Our boat went through both calm and gale.

 

Daddy helped me love to dance—

Ballroom dancing lessons financed.

 

Sent me to an all-girls’ school—

Where brains and work were the only rule.

 

Gave me goals and life ambitions—

“Make Daddy proud,” my personal mission.

 

“The sky’s the limit” was my fate—

I recently learned he exaggerates. 

 

I’ve sailed through storms of trials and more—

Disappointments, being poor.

 

I’ve danced through years of being rich—

A job I loved, finding my niche.

 

Brains and hard work raised my kids—

A task at least as hard as his.

 

I’m grateful for my encouraging Dad—

Ne’er enough time with him, I had.

 

 

gratefulsue

3/20/02

Revised 10/15/12

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February 2019

(from: Nature)


Ice Storm

 

Tinseled trees!  Touched by sun,

            their radiant sparkles shine.

Fragile frozen droplets

            fiercely clinging to the vine.

 

Miniature mirrors making merry,

            dancing in the sky,

Waving wonderful wintery limbs,

            for all passers-by.

 

Blinding brilliance buoys spirits

            but it breaks the boughs.

Winter wind blows weary weights

            which bend as strength allows.

 

 

gratefulsue

12/8/05

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