This page has poems which my Mother wrote before she passed away.   She seemed to know her days were numbered, and wrote songs, poetry, and many thoughts on the back of envelopes, her dinner menus from the Nursing Home where she spent her last months; and any other scrap of paper when she had a thought to share.   I hope you will enjoy a few of these.  I have kept every story and bit of paper I could find of her thoughts and  poems, and  recently put them together to share with others here.                    
Jo Ann

 

       

 More Than We Deserve
 
He gave us more than we deserve,
And in His holy name,
We go from rags to riches,
Without any earthly fame.
 
Be a Christian soldier,
Fight with all your might;
For Jesus leads your pathway,
For greater things in sight.
 
Greater is He that is in you, friend,
Than he that is in the World.
Sow your seeds on fertile ground,
And His blessings He will send.
 
Don't let the birds steal precious seed,
Plant them deep  within your heart.
Then He will abide deep inside,
Giving your life a brand new start.
                                                         Raye L. Rice-92


                Did I Give My Best?
 
Did I give my best?
Who am I?  What am I?
Do I give my very best?
Do I keep on toiling,
Or should I take a rest?
 
Do I go and tell,
What Jesus did for me?
Or hide it under a bushel,
Under the old rugged tree?
 
The Little boy gave his fish to Jesus,
To feed the multitude.
And Five barley loaves also,
Where all would have some food.
 
Do you share also with others?
Your talents, time and love?
And do you read the Word of God,
About your Father's gift, sent from above?
                                                         Raye L. Rice - 92

 
                    Step Inside
 
Long years ago, many long years ago,
I was wondering alone, out in the cold.
I heard a voice so gently say;
"Come on inside, with me today".
 
He let me in without delay,
He knew I needed a place to stay.
With arms outstretched,
I knew I was safe.
I laid my head, on my dear Saviour's breast.
 
The world had changed and all was anew,
I didn't do,  what I use to do.
My mind was in Christ and Him Alone,
For soon I would be going,
To my brand new home.
 
The Golden Gate, to my new home,
Swings open wide, and I'll no more roam.
My mansion there is awaiting me,
For I've been born again, in God's family.
 
Step inside the golden gate,
Step inside, for the Saviour awaits.
Step inside and shout aloud,
"I'M GOING HOME, I'M HOME AT LAST".
Raye L. Rice-1992

Music: Grandma 

Copyright ©1999 by Elton Smith
Songs of Praise

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