Poetry By

Helen Steiner Rice

A Bend In The Road

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".

© by Helen Steiner Rice

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Sandi Patti, The Old Rugged Cross WAV
A Gift of Love to a Friend

I've nothing else to offer,
so it's love to you I'll send.
  It's nothing that I borrowed,
and it's nothing that I'd lend.

It has no dollar value
and can't be over used.
It isn't fragile so it will not break,
but often it's abused.

I've given it to others,
but each time it's unique.
Its meaning is always different,
depending on what you seek.
It's something you can store away
to feel when you're in need;
but never is it on display,
it's beauty can't be seen.

I'm giving it to you,
no "strings attached",
no "costly warranty".
Because this love that I am sending
has a lifetime guarantee!!

Don't walk behind  me, I might not lead
Don't walk in front of me, I might not follow
Just walk beside me, and be my FRIEND.

By Raylene Boggs

A Genteel Thunder

Once there was a man who dared God to speak. "Burn the bush like you did for Moses, God and I will follow. Collapse the walls like you did for Joshua, God and I will fight. Still the waves like you

did on Galilee, God and I will listen." And so the man went and sat by a bush, near a wall close to the sea and waited for God to speak. And God heard the man , So God answered. He sent fire, not for the

bush, but for a church. He brought down a wall, not of brick, but of sin. He stilled a storm, not of the sea, but of a soul. And God waited for the man to respond. And he waited ... And waited ... And

waited... But because the man was looking at bushes, not hearts; bricks, not lives; seas and not souls, he decided that God had done nothing. Finally he looked at God and asked, "Have you lost your power?" And

God looked at him and said, "Have you lost your hearing?"

By Max Lucado

A Straying Lamb
  The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
  And gave it His tender care...
  And followed it with His loving eyes
  As it wandered here and there.
  And as He sat by His grazing flock
  Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
  He pondered sadly His little lamb
  As again and again it strayed.

  The little lamb had a loving heart,
  And adored His Shepherd, true,
  But would turn aside and seek his own way
  As lambs will so often do.
  With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
  To His loved and straying lamb,
  "Come back, little one, for you are not safe
  Unless you are where I am."
  But still the lamb would soon forget,
  And unthinkingly wander away,
  And not really noticing what he did,
  From the Shepherd's side would stray.
  Until one day, the Shepherd kind,
  Took His rod in His gentle hand,
  And what He then did seemed so cruel,
  That the lamb could not understand.

  For with one sharp and well-aimed blow,
  Down the rod so swiftly came,
  That it broke the leg of the little lamb,
  And left it crippled, and lame.
  Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
  Fell down upon his knees...
  And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
  "Won't you explain this, please?"
  Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes,
  As the tears ran down His face,
  As He tenderly set the broken bone,
  And bound it back in it's place.
  Now he was utterly helpless,
  He could not even stand!
  He must trust himself completely,
  To his Shepherd's loving hand.
  Then day by day, 'til the lamb was healed,
  From the flock he was kept apart...
  And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
  And cradled near to His heart.
  And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words,
  Into his now listening ear...
  Thus he heard sweet words of love,
  That the other sheep could not hear.
  He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms,
  And the beat of His faithful heart...
  Until it came a blessing to seem,
  By his weakness to be set apart.
  Every need of the little lamb,
  By his Shepherd so fully was met,
  That through his brokenness he learned,
  What he never again would forget.
  And as the broken bone was healed,
  And once more became whole and strong...
  Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,
  The lamb would follow along.
  Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked,
  So closely, day by day,
  For once a lamb has a broken leg,
  It will never again go astray.
  For the cords of love had bound it so,
  In its hour of weakness and need...
  That it had no desire to wander away,
  When once again it was freed.
  Could it be you are broken today,
  And you cannot understand,
  The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod,
  Nor believe it came from His hand?
  He only seeks, by this painful thing,
  For a time to call you apart...
  To cradle you close in His loving arms,
  And draw you near to His heart.
  So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
  And earnestly seek His face...
  And prove in the hour of your weakness and need,
  The sufficiency of His grace.
  For as you are borne in His loving arms,
  And carried there, day by day...
  He will bind you so close with, the cords of His love,
  That never again will you stray!
~Author Unknown~