Poems

Poems

He Was the Promised One

He was the promised one, The son of an old man. The delight of a grey-haired Mother, He was God’s well-thought-out plan.   The old man was Abraham, He and God were friends. But t’was heard Take now thine only son And of his life, You will make an end.   But this was the son of promise, The boy that had taken away their pain, If his line should be destroyed, There would be no hope again.   But…

Sermons We See

I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day; I’d rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way. The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear, Fine counsel is confusing, but example’s always clear; And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds, For to see good put in action is what everybody needs. I soon can learn to do it if you’ll let me see it done;…