Poem by Grace E. Troy - "He Knows Our Weakness"

Doth He not know how weak we are,

To meet life’s fevered rush?

Has He removed Himself afar?

Would He our spirits crush?

Doth He not care when nerves are taut?

When heart and flesh may fail?

Has He for tired ones no thought

When doubts their faith assail?

O, yes He calls us as of old ---

The weary and distressed ---

To enter in within His fold,

And find in Him our rest.

We bear naught but the common load

Apportion unto all;

And those who trust a faithful God,

He’ll suffer not to fall.

Look up! The night will soon be gone;

His love will hold us fast,

And those He sets His love upon

He’ll bring safe home at last.

Poem from King's Business - "Let Me Guide a Little Child"

Dear Lord, I do not ask

That thou should’st give me some high work of Thine,

Some noble calling, or some wondrous task.

Give me a little hand to hold in mine;

Give me a little child to point the way;

Give me a little voice to teach to pray;

Over the strange, sweet path that leads to Thee;

Give me two shining eyes Thy face to see.

The only crown I ask, dear Lord, to wear

Is this: That I may teach a little child.

I do not ask that I may ever stand

Among the wise, the worthy, or the great;

I only ask that softly, hand in hand,

A child and I may enter at the gate.

Poem by Unknown - "Church in the Weeds"

Just two little boys walking down a dusty land . . .

The came upon this old white house with broken window panes

The paint was faded, the shine was gone, the grass had grown so high. . .

Still they made their little feet to see what was inside.

They opened up the squeaky door and then it came to light . . .

This must have been an old church house once upon a time.

Dirty, dusty wooden pews . . . a pulpit that still stood . . .

A Bible laid upon it . . . though the pages weren’t too good.

An offering plate and song books too . . . were lying on the floor,

They must have left this old church fast . . . the day they closed these doors.

And over in the corner . . . a piano was still there,

It must have played a pretty tune . . . but I guess nobody cared.

So little Bill looked up at Tommy . . . and Tommy looked at Bill . . .

Why don’t we clean this old church up, and get these old pews filled?”

They took a rag and wiped the dust . . . to try and make things shine. . . .

And then they took the offering plate . . . and put in it their last dime.

They took a broom and swept the floor . . . and picked up broken glass . . .

They got it all so nice and neat . . . and then they mowed the grass.

They lifted up the old church sign . . . . and stood it by a tree

Right down by that old dirt road where everyone could see.

They ran back home, to find Daddy gone but their Momma was inside. . .

Just to find her hurt again . . . where Daddy had made her cry.

‘Don’t cry Momma, wipe those tears.’ Little Bill and Tommy smiled . . .

“Cause we have a big surprise for you . . . just down the road a mile.’

Hand in hand they tugged at her, until they made her run . . .

‘What is it Bill, Oh Tommy, just what have two kids done?’

And then they came upon the house . . . once hidden by the weeks . . .

And there it stood a country church . . . just like it used to be.

‘But what is it, Mother? What’s with your tears? We thought this would bring you joy,’

‘Yes, but hush kids now and listen close . . . my two sweet precious boys.’

They both got quiet and stood real still . . . for the words they heard so true

Was Daddy praying in the church . . . with his head bowed on the pew.

‘Forgive me Lord! Forgive me Lord! Though I’m not worthy of Your love . . .

Shine down on this sinner man . . . sweet Salvation from above.’

For I’ve been out in the world, you know . . . living my life all wrong. . .

Until I came upon this church; the place where I belong.’

‘I never noticed it before . . . all those times I passed it up . . .

I guess I wasn’t looking, Lord . . . or maybe I was drunk.’

Bless oh Lord, yes, bless oh Lord . . . the one who made me see . . .

This little church that used to hide . . . behind all those tall weeds.’

And then he raised his head and stood . . . with his hands high in the air

To find two dirty, tear-faced boys . . . with Momma standing there.

They ran up to him, hugged him tight . . . as their tears fell on the floor. . .

‘Don’t worry kids, I’m not the Dad, the one you’ve known before.’

Things are different for us now so keep on those pretty smiles . . .

And let’s go gather people in . . . to walk down these church aisles.’

The Bill looked up at Tommy . . . and Tommy looked at Bill . . .

’Come on brother, let’s get to work . . . to get these old pews filled.’

‘For we need no special blessing . . . for cleaning up this church . . . .

‘Cause, God gave us back our Daddy . . . and that’s more than gold is worth.’

Sunday morning, pews all filled and smiles on every face. . . .

Especially two little country boys . . . the ones who found this place.

Though it was hid back in the weeds . . . and so far out of sight . . .

Nothing’s ever hard to find if you’re walking toward God’s light. 

1 John 1:7

Walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.

Poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

Like the publican of old,
I can only urge the plea,
“Lord, be merciful to me!”
Nothing of desert I claim
Unto me belongeth shame.

Let the lowliest task be mine,
Grateful, so the work be Thine;
Let me find the humblest place
In the shadow of Thy grace;
Blest to me were any spot


Where temptation whispers not.
If there be some weaker one,
Give me strength to help him on;
If a blinder soul there be,
Let me guide him nearer Thee.


Make my mortal dreams come true
With the work I fain would do;
Clothe with life the weak intent,
Let me be the thing I meant;
Let me find in Thy employ


Peace that dearer is than joy;
Out of self to love be led
And to heaven acclimated,
Until all things sweet and good
Seem my natural habitude.

Poem by Martin Luther

For feelings come and feelings go
And feelings are deceiving;
My warrant is the Word of God,
Naught else is worth believing.

Though all my heart should feel condemned
For want of some sweet token,
There is One greater than my heart
Whose Word cannot be broken.

I'll trust in God's unchanging Word
Till soul and body sever,
For, though all things shall pass away
His Word shall stand forever.

Poem by Eugene L. Clark - "Nothing is Impossible"

I read in the Bible the promise of God,
That nothing for Him is too hard.
Impossible tings He had promised to do
If we faithfully trust in His Word.

The Word of the Lord is an anchor secure
When winds of uncertainty blow;
Though man in his weakness may falter and fail,
His word will not fail us we know.

“All things are possible,” this is His Word,
Receive it, ‘tis written for you.
Believe in His promises; God cannot fail;
For what He has said He will do.

Creator of all things, with infinite pow’r,
He spoke---they appeared by His mouth,
Impossible things are not known unto Him,
He made us, He ruleth the earth.

Nothing is impossible when you put your trust in God;
Nothing is impossible when you’re trusting in His Word.
Hearken to the voice of God to thee: “Is there anything too hard for Me?
Then put your trust in God alone and rest upon His Word;
For ev’rything, oh ev’rything, yes ev’rything is possible with God!”

Poem by Eugene L. Clark - "Music is a Temple"

My music is a temple;
Within its walls I find
A place to meet with God Himself
And leave the world behind.

The structure of this temple
Instead of wood and stone,
Is made of melody and song,
Of timbre and of tone.

With instruments and voices,
With hymns and songs I raise
My inner soul to God in prayer,
In worship and in praise.

With joyful heart I enter
And join the happy throng
Who sing and praise and bless His Name
From hearts that burst with song.

When rest of soul I’m seeking,
In quiet song I find
The Prince of Peace will meet me there,
And grant me peace of mind.

When words of praise escape me,
I often find a hymn
Expressing all the things I feel
But cannot say to Him.

Sometimes when I am lonely,
New comfort I can take
From one who proved long before
That God does not forsake.

Disheartened by some trial,
New courage I can find
To hear the truth some singing saint
Hath left for all mankind.

An organ softly playing
Brings sweet communi9n here,
Like incense rising up to Him,
A heartfelt, a wordless prayer.

This temple built of mine,
By God Himself designed’
Has room for all to enter in
And leave the world behind.  

Poem by Eugene L. Clark - "Good News"

There is good news for the lonely,
    You who are looking for love;
Seek not for comfort around you,
    Look to the Father above.

There is good news for the weary;
    “Come unto Me and find rest.”
This is the promise of Jesus;
    Come and be one of the blessed.

There is good news for the sinner,
    There is redemption for all;
There is forgiveness in Jesus.
    Ask and He’ll answer your call.

“Him that cometh to Me,
    I will in no wise cast out.”
This is the promise He gives in His Word;
    Speak forth the message ‘til all men have heard!

Poem by Eugene L. Clark - "How Can it Be"

With tear-filled eyes I stand and gaze
    In almost disbelief
That God’s own Son would come to earth
    To bear such pain and grief.

To think that He who made the worlds
    And clung them into space
Would come to earth in human flesh
    And die in such disgrace.

All this I cannot comprehend;
    It is a mystery
Not knowing why, by faith I cry,
    “Thank God, it was for me.”

How can it be? How can it be
    That on a cross at Calvary
The son of God would come and die
    To save a sinner such as I?

Poem by Eugene L. Clark - "My Hope"

Jesus is coming! It could be today,
It could be tomorrow, but surely one day.
The hope of His coming is blessed to me,
I long for the day when His face I shall see.

When weary with things that perplex and annoy,
And many things threaten my peace to destroy;
I think of His coming and soon they depart,
And peace once again reigns supreme in my heart.

I read of the mansions in heaven so fair,
And ponder the place He has gone to prepare;
And hope fills my soul as I go on my way,
Rejoicing to know that He may come today

My hope for tomorrow sustains me today,
His Word like a lamp gives a light on my way,
I know that the future is in His control.
This hope for tomorrow brings peace to my soul.

Quotes from our Presidents

God has placed upon our head a diadem and has laid at our feet power and wealth beyond definition or calculation. But we must not forget that we take these gifts upon the condition that justice and mercy shall hold the reins of power and that the upward avenues of hope shall be free to all the people.
                Benjamin Harrison


Let not the foundation of our hope rest upon man’s wisdom . . . It must be felt that there is no national security but in the nation’s humble, acknowledged dependence upon God and His overruling providence.
                Franklin Pierce


Our doctrine of equality and liberty and humanity comes from our belief in the brotherhood of man through the fatherhood of God.
                Calvin Coolidge


We believe that all men are created equal because they are created in the image of God.
                Harry S. Truman

Anecdote - Grandma's Glasses

     A little boy said to a playmate: “When I get older I want to wear glasses just like Grandma wears. She must have a special kind because she can see much more than most people.”
    She can see when folks are hungry or tired or sorry, and she can even see what’ll make them feel better. She can see how to fix a lot of things to have fun with, and she can see what a feller meant to do, even if he didn’t do it right. She can see when a feller is about to cry and she can see what to do to make him feel better. I asked her one day how she could see so well, and she said it was the way she learned to look at things as she got older. So when I get older I want a pair of glasses just like Grandma’s so I can see good too.”

Anecdote - Fix the Bike First

Dr. Howard Hendricks had come home from the university and had only a few minute to get dressed for a dinner speech that evening. As he drove in the driveway, he saw his son anxiously waiting for Dad to come home and fix his bike. Hendricks notified the chairman he would be late, slipped on his old clothes, and worked on the bike. He was late for the dinner --- but, his boy ---now grown ---holds that as his fondest memory.

Poem by Alice E. Chase

Who Was There

You were there when I was little
To soothe my childhood fears;
There with love and wisdom
To enrich my growing years.

When I cam to you with problems,
You helped me work them out,
You were the one who taught me
What life was all about.

You were there to show your pride
On graduation day;
There to bless my marriage
And gave the bride away.

It seems that you have always played
A most important part
In all the happy moments
I hold within my heart.

Now I have a little one
Who climbs upon your knee
And listens to the stories
You used to tell to me.

And I’m happy you are here
To soothe her childhood fears
And use your love and wisdom
To bless her growing years.

Anecdote by Unknown - Portrait of a Mother

A mother can be almost any size or age, but she will not admit to anything over thirty. She has soft hands and smells good. A mother likes new dresses, music, a clean house, her children’s kisses, and automatic washer, and Daddy.
    A mother does not like having her children sick, muddy feet, temper tantrums, loud noise, or bad report cards. She can read a thermometer (much to the amazement of Daddy) and like magic, can kiss a hurt away. She can also bake good cakes and pies, but likes to see her children eat vegetables.
    A mother can stuff a fat baby into a snowsuit in seconds and can kiss little faces and make them smile. She is underpaid, has long hours, and gets very little rest. She worries too much about her children. And no matter how old they are, she still likes to think of them as her little babies.
    A mother is the guardian angel of the family, the queen, the tender hand of love. She is the best friend anyone ever has. A mother is love.

Quotes from Famous Americans

    Events have brought our American democracy to new influence and new responsibilities.  They will test our courage, our devotion to duty, and our concept of liberty.
                   ~ Harry S. Truman

    Hold fast to the Bible as the sheet anchor of your liberties; write its precepts on your heart and practice them in your lives. To the influence of this Book we are indebted for the progress made, and to this we must look as out guide in the future.
                    ~ Ulysses S. Grant

    It is impossible rightly to govern the world without God and the Bible.
                    ~ George Washington

    The Bible is the rock on which our republic rests.
                    ~ Andrew Jackson

    The foundations of our society and our government rest so much on the teachings of the Bible that it would be difficult to support them if faith in these teachings would cease to be practically universal in our country.
                    ~ Calvin Coolidge

    In the swift rush of great events, we find ourselves groping to know the full sense and meaning of these times in which we live. In our quest of understanding, we beseech God’s guidance.
                    ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower  

Poem by Alice P. Moss - "God's Bank Ain't Busted Yet"

The bank had closed; my earthly store had vanished from my hand;
I felt that there was no sadder one than I in all the land.
My washerwoman, too, had lost her little mite with mine,
And she was singing as she hung the clothes upon the line.
“How can you be so gay?” I asked, “Your loss don’t you regret?”
“Yes, ma’am, but what’s the use to fret?
God’s bank ain’t busted yet?”

I felt my burden lighter grow; her faith I seemed to share;
In prayer I went to God’s great throne and laid my troubles there.
The sun burst from behind the clouds, in golden splendor set;
I than God for her simple words: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet?”

And now I draw rich dividends, more than my hand can hold.
Of faith and love and hope and trust, and peace of mind untold.
I thank the Giver of it all, but still I can’t forget
My washerwoman’s simple words: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”

Oh, weary ones upon life’s road, when every thing seems drear
And losses loom on every hand and skies seem not too clear,
Throw back your shoulders, lift your head and cease to chafe and fret,
Your dividend will be declared: “God’s bank ain’t busted yet!”

Poem by Unknown - "Rise Above the Circumstances"

Old Jim had been a faithful horse,
    But he was growing old,
So Uncle Lem made up his mind
    The horse should not be sold.

But turned out in the pasture land
    To roam and feed at will,
Or rest beneath the shady trees,
    Down by the waters still.

Lem loved his faithful servant Jim
    And watched him day by day,
And when he whistled to the horse,
    Jim gave an answering neigh.

One day the horse had disappeared,
    So Lem went out to see
What had become of faithful Jim ---
    Where could the creature be?

Lem thought of an abandoned well
    Which had uncovered been;
He hurried down the path to see;
    Yes, Jim had fallen in!

If he should try to pull him out
    A leg might broken be
So he would go and get his gun
    And end Jim’s misery.

Lem brought the gun but couldn’t bear
    To shoot old faithful Jim,
So brought a shovel and a pick
    With which to bury him.

Lem took a shovel full of dirt
    And rolled it in the well,
It slid down on the horse’s back
    And to the bottom fell.

As fast as every load was sent
    The horse would stamp it down,
And as they both thus worked away
    At last the well was gone!

Out jumped the horse, all whole and sound
    Kicked up his heels and ran,
Let’s get from out this simple tale
    A moral, if we can.

When people try to crush us down,
    And cover us with dirt,
Let’s stamp if underneath our feet,
    And never let it hurt.

Let’s be like Jim and rise above
    The troubles that beset,
If we are on the side of right,
    We’ll gain the victory yet.

Poem by Martin Luther

For feelings come and feelings go
    And feelings are deceiving;
My warrant is the Word of God,
    Naught else is worth believing.

Though all my heart should feel condemned
    For want of some sweet token,
There is One greater than my heart
    Whose Word cannot be broken.

I’ll trust in God’s unchanging Word
    Till soul and body sever,
For, though all things shall pass away
    His Word shall stand forever.

Quote by Victor Hugo

Courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones; and then when you have accomplished your daily work, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.