Inaugural Poem
In the shade of the old apple tree,
I’ll post to my blog, and you’ll see
A picture or two,
With words not a few,
A poem, a story – and it’s free!
Its here I can sit, unafraid
That work now my rest will invade;
Enjoying sweet leisure
I count up my treasure --
My wife, sons and daughters, on parade!
Today there are marvels like blogs
That pierce and dissipate our fogs,
Not easy to learn,
We study to discern,
So this site will not go to the dogs!
Our children are five boys and girls,
Grown now – no short pants or curls;
A family for each,
Each spouse is a peach,
More valuable than diamonds or pearls!
I once found the love of my life
In college, and she now is my wife;
For many a year,
In a love that’s sincere,
We’ve walked on our way without strife!
Our love for our family is keen,
We pray they live lives that are clean,
Wholly given to God,
And praising the Lord,
In a Christ-honoring daily routine!
-- Poet Les
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Sunday, April 8, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Three Days of the Greatest Week
Three days there are which tower over
The finest days of time;
The days Christ died and rose again,
God’s work of love so prime!
Fierce nails pierced through His hands and feet, --
They nailed Him to a cross;
His lashed back and crown of thorns
How deep His pain and loss!
Instruments of death these were,
But could not take His life;
Instead He gave all up for me,
My children and my wife!
With Him in death two thieves that day,
Three crosses side by side;
One mocked and died in unbelief,
But one for mercy cried.
His plea was heard, and Jesus said,
With words both kind and pure,
“With me today in Paradise --
Your future is secure!”
Now on the Cross His work all done,
“It’s finished!” Jesus said;
His spirit He dismissed at once,
His body truly dead!
Keen friends then take His body down
And lay it in a tomb;
Throughout the sabbath day it stays
In that cold, stony room.
Though final all now thought His death,
No faith! No hope! No cheer!
No enemy could hold Him back,
He promised to reappear!
The long night past, and then the dawn
Of Resurrection day!
In triumph He arose, Who is
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
On these three days my Savior did
What none could ever do;
He paid the debt of all my sin,
And death He conquered, too!
I’m glad today, so very glad
For those days long ago,
Because the Gospel I've believed,
The Savior I now know!
This greatest blessing on life's way,
No secret to you and me,
Is meant for all who want Him, too,
Believe! And you will see!
-- Poet Les
The finest days of time;
The days Christ died and rose again,
God’s work of love so prime!
Fierce nails pierced through His hands and feet, --
They nailed Him to a cross;
His lashed back and crown of thorns
How deep His pain and loss!
Instruments of death these were,
But could not take His life;
Instead He gave all up for me,
My children and my wife!
With Him in death two thieves that day,
Three crosses side by side;
One mocked and died in unbelief,
But one for mercy cried.
His plea was heard, and Jesus said,
With words both kind and pure,
“With me today in Paradise --
Your future is secure!”
Now on the Cross His work all done,
“It’s finished!” Jesus said;
His spirit He dismissed at once,
His body truly dead!
Keen friends then take His body down
And lay it in a tomb;
Throughout the sabbath day it stays
In that cold, stony room.
Though final all now thought His death,
No faith! No hope! No cheer!
No enemy could hold Him back,
He promised to reappear!
The long night past, and then the dawn
Of Resurrection day!
In triumph He arose, Who is
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
On these three days my Savior did
What none could ever do;
He paid the debt of all my sin,
And death He conquered, too!
I’m glad today, so very glad
For those days long ago,
Because the Gospel I've believed,
The Savior I now know!
This greatest blessing on life's way,
No secret to you and me,
Is meant for all who want Him, too,
Believe! And you will see!
-- Poet Les
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Finishing my poem
-- The Last Two Stanzas of "In the Shade...."
I once found the love of my life
In college, and she now is my wife;
For many a year,
In a love that’s sincere,
We’ve walked on our way without strife!
Our love for our family is keen,
We pray they live lives that are clean,
Wholly given to God,
And praising the Lord,
In a Christ-honoring daily routine!
-- Poet Les
I once found the love of my life
In college, and she now is my wife;
For many a year,
In a love that’s sincere,
We’ve walked on our way without strife!
Our love for our family is keen,
We pray they live lives that are clean,
Wholly given to God,
And praising the Lord,
In a Christ-honoring daily routine!
-- Poet Les
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