POEMS AND OTHER JEWELS
By Nan Doerr
March 29, 1997
I see him lying in the tomb -
The bruised and broken body of The King of the Jews.
Killed by those who feared him;
Who saw the Lion of Judah.
Mourned by those who loved him.
Who saw the Lamb of God.
I see him lying in the tomb -
The bruised and broken body of The King of the Jews.
The Light has gone out of the world,
for three day the world stood in barren darkness.
The Light Satan thought he had extinguished.
Lay asleep in the womb of the earth.
I see him lying in the tomb -
The bruised and broken body of The King of the Jews.
The Lion of Judah, The Light of the World,
The Lamb that was slain for our sins.
The Word of God, eternal and everlasting,
No grave strong enough to hold Him.
I see him lying in the tomb -
The bruised and broken body of The King of the Jews.
Bruised and broken for our sins,
Price paid for our salvation.
Lying dead in the tomb,
Awaiting his rebirth.
I see him lying in the tomb -
The bruised and broken body of The King of the Jews.
by Nan Doerr
December 28, 1996
I know a lady
who rests in heaven in the bosom of her Lord.
While on earth
she was a joy with always a loving word.
The faith she showed
inspired us all and taught us how to live.
Through the love
God gave to her she taught us all to give.
She loved her Lord
and trusted him and showed her faith in deed.
Through her pain
she reached out to help those in need.
Through her weakness
she found strength to face each new born day.
To tell her tale
of God's great love and how He led the way.
And though she's gone
her memory lives on as a beacon, like the shining sun.
God's taken her home
for a well-earned rest, reward for a job well done.
(My friend Joyce Shelton died of cancer on December 27, 1997. She was an outstanding example of what a Christian should be. She was admitted to the Order of the Daughters of the King posthumously.)
Anonymous
(I found this poem in my mother’s bible after she died.)
It's just a good thing God above
Has never gone on strike
Because He wasn't treated fair
Or things He didn't like.
If He had ever once sat down
And said, "That's it-I'm through
I've had enough of those on Earth
So this is what I'll do.
"I'll give my order to the sun
Cut off your heat supply
And to the moon, give no more light
And run your oceans dry.
"Then, just to really make it tough
And put the pressure on,
Turn off the air and oxygen
Til every breath is gone."
Do you know He'd be justified
If fairness were the game
For no one has been more abused
Or treated with disdain,
Than God - and yet he carries on
` Supplying you and me
With all the favors of His Grace
And everything - for free!
Men say they want a better deal
And so on strike they go
But what a deal we've given God
Whom everything we owe.
We don't care who we hurt or harm
To gain the things we like
But what a mess we'd all be in
If God should go on strike!
by Nan Doerr
January 12, 1997
You gave me life, you brought me strife
your two-edged sword I see.
I feel the love, comes from above,
you pass it out so free.
I feel the pain, as you strain
to draw it out of me.
I feel the call, I stumble and fall
as you make me all I can be.
You teach me to pray, bid me to stay,
to bow on bended knee.
To follow your way, lead where it may,
to a life that is costly, yet free.
by Nan Doerr
January 11, 1997
I drove to work and there he was
standing on the corner.
Papers in hand, he hawked the news,
to every car that passed.
An old black man with bearded face
two faithful dogs stood by.
The guilt I felt made me look down
and refuse to meet his eye.
Didn't matter to him, he still smiled
called out a cheery "Hello".
Days went by, the same routine,
finally the truth sunk in..
His smile was real, his "Hello" true,
Jesus lived with in.
He was my angel unaware,
a bit of heaven on earth.
(A Tribute to a paper vendor who taught me to see Jesus in others.)