Poetry

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

"The Murderer" unkown (very old)

Dark and drearey was the night, a storm was drawing nigh.
In vivid streaks the lighting flashed across the laden sky,
Then see from out a lonely woods there steals a vengeful man
A blood stained club was firmly grasped within his strong right hand
A murderous light gleemed from his eye as he glides upon his foe
His steps are quick and breath is short as he gets ready for the blow
The club is raised, and then it falls with a sickening thud
And there upon the cold damp ground lies murdered...a potato bug!

 

"Mary had a little lamb"

Mary had a little lamb, Her daddy shot it dead
Now Mary takes her lamb to school between two slices of bread!

"Two Frogies" The late Dr John McKormick

Two frogies once fell into a milk pail deep
And one poor frogie did nothing but weep
He sank to the bottom as heavy as lead
And then the next morning they found him there dead
But the other Frogie shouted, Ill have a good try
This milk is deep but I don't want to die
So he churned up the milk with his legs from behind
There's nothing like having an active mind
So there the next morning this frogie was found
On a fresh pound of butter just floating around
When things get thick don't growl and mutter
Remember one more kick may bring forth the butter.

 

The Wind Whispered

The Wind Whispered the name of my darling last night
The feeling it gave me was far from delight
It brought back memories of a tragic past
And of a love that failed to last
Once I was happy, once I was gay
But that was before she was taken away
Plans for the future had already been made
But instead, into a grave, her young body was laid.
Some people, it seems, have fate on their side
While others are simply along for the ride
Many have wealty, many have fame
Still others wind up with just a bad name
I suppose we should all take the bitter with the sweet
No matter the trial, never admit defeat
Very much of this, I couldn't see
Until last night, when the wind whispered to me.

I wrote this one around 30 years ago.

 

Deny Thyself​

By John R. Himes, while preparing to leave for the mission field​

What sense of loss there always is
When leaving self behind.
What unfulfilled desires must die,
Hopes lost within the mind.

The heart may cry, AIt is enough,
My life can lose no more.
My fondest dreams are swallowed up,
My strength crushed to the floor.@

Yet still the kind Creator moves
His hand across the life,
And takes impurities away,
And cancels sinful strife.

Yet still the precious Savior takes
The vessel broken up,
And shapes it very patiently
Into a golden cup.

The joy that comes from sadness deep,
The happiness from pain,
Will far exceed the strongest hopes,
And make earth=s pleasures vain.

So tremble not to lose yourself,
And live for Christ alone.
The life you live for others
Will forever be your own.

 

Psalm 90 (I love this Psalm).

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Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were born Or You gave birth to the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.

You turn man back into dust And say, "Return, O children of men."

For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday when it passes by, Or as a watch in the night.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; Toward evening it fades and withers away.

For we have been consumed by Your anger And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.

You have placed our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.

For all our days have declined in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow; For soon it is gone and we fly away.

Who understands the power of Your anger And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?

So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

Do return, O LORD; how long will it be? And be sorry for Your servants.

O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, And the years we have seen evil.

Let Your work appear to Your servants And Your majesty to their children.

Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us; And confirm for us the work of our hands; Yes, confirm the work of our hands.

 

Don't want to have this poem in two places, maybe mods can move it here.

One I also wrote 30 years ago. Both are true experiences.

Old Sycamore Tree

 

Great stuff, SFIC. :thumbs:

 

(Cara: As a Catholic, you are not allowed to post in Baptist Only Forums. Thank you.)

 

Speak To The Rock
by RW Robey

In the desert, God's people were so thirsty and dry
They were angry with Moses, "Did you bring us here to die?"
So God spoke to Moses, told him "Gather the flock
And I'll give them water when you Speak to the Rock"

There came a woman of Samaria to draw water from the well
Jesus told her that day many things about herself
He said, "I'll give you living water and you'll never thirst again'
Then she witnessed to the city, "Christ revealed my hidden sin'

Speak to the Rock, and let His water flow
Speak to the Rock, He will satisfy your soul
If your spirit needs refreshing, don't you murmur nor complain
Just Speak to the Rock and you'll never be the same.

 

My Testimony
by RW Robey

I was on a downhill slide while running with my friends
When I heard how Jesus died to save me from my sins
How one day on a rugged cross in His amazing grace
Christ shed His blood for sinners lost, in love He took my place

I fell down on my knees that day and cried out to God above
"Forgive me of my sins," I prayed "and cleanse me with Thy blood
Teach me, O Lord, to wait on Thee and help me do Thy will
And remind me of that rugged tree that stood on Calvary's hill"

No longer in the mire, one day I'm going home
With Christ as my desire, no more in sin I'll roam
I'll tell the world the story and share Salvation's plan
How He left His throne in Glory to die for fallen man

 

The Circus

Underneath the Big Top the Ringmaster leads the show
He introduces circus acts that we all love, you know
From elephants to lions
From tightrope to trapeze
And clowns that pull all kinds of pranks
To keep the crowd well pleased.
Outside the Big Top another tent you'll see
In it is the Side Show with a big menagerie
From magician to contortionist
From midget to tallest man
Children of all ages
Will love the circus clan.

Ronald Ward Robey

 

The Lion

Here's to the great and mighty lion
The King of the jungle floor
All other animals stop and listen
When he lets out his terrible roar
Here's to the great and mighty lion
The King of the circus cage
They say it's a fact
That he knows how to act
Using a sawdust floor as a stage

Ronald Ward Robey

 

Mercy Flowed

Mercy flowed that day at Calvary
When God's own Son shed His life's blood
To pardon and cleanse me
From sins chains I've been set free
And given life eternally
Yes, God's great love was truly shown
On the day that mercy flowed.

I stood in the courtroom
And I hung my head in shame
As satan told the things that I had done
All the deeds of my past were brought up before me
Tears were flowing' for he left out not one
For those sins I committed, I knew I was guilty
And not worthy of the love that Christ showed
For, then He stood and said, 'Father,
This child has been through the blood.
You must forgive him.' Then mercy flowed.

Ronald W Robey