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A Mother Forever Is What I'll Be Memorial Poem For Son

This memorial poem for a bereaved mother is a serene and hopeful way to remember your loved one. If you've often thought I Miss My Son Who Passed Away, this deceased son quote will comfort you on your journey to healing.

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Poetry: A New Life

A NEW LIFE

Your scriptures are so wonderful.

They energize my soul.

I love to read the stories

Of the patriarchs of old.

And also of the women

Who were prominent in Christ.

Who prayed and gave in faithfulness.

No fleshly guile or strife.

But most of all the thing I love

Is what your Word doth do.

It changes all the heart of me,

Transforms and makes me new.

For through the daily cleansing Word

I'm changed to be like you.

The Word restructures all of me.

I'm living life brand new.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Your Glory Still Reigns

YOUR GLORY STILL REIGNS

So much beauty is the nature

That you have created.

The devil was not able

To kill its glory,

Though cripple it did he.

Its inherent magnificence

I can still see.

He never had the power

To destroy.

Wreak havoc did he.

As long as I wake up

To sun rays,

As long as I can gaze

At waving tree branches,

As long as I can

Hear birds twitter

And see a sparkling creek

Tumble over rocks,

Your glory still reigns.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: GOD'S SUN

GOD'S SUN

I love to see the sun come in
And light my way to happy thoughts.
I'm happier than I've ever been,
When sunlight shines and rain is nought.

For though I love a rainy day,
And Autumn's gray day I adore,
The sun is lovely I can say.
I feel as I have said 'afore.

It sparkles in the brightening morn'.
The shadows sharp upon the grass.
Another sunny day is born.
With hopeful joy and faith en masse.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: WITHOUT HIM NEVER WANT TO BE

WITHOUT HIM NEVER WANT TO BE

I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

My spirit jumps for joy!

I know the Lord, I know the Lord!

And death has been destroyed.

For God's the very heart of me.

I love him evermore.

Without him never want to be.

I know the Lord, oh joy!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: THE DEAR DELIVERER

THE DEAR DELIVERER

Oh God, did you set up

My deliverance decades ago?

Oh Father, did you set the stars

To turn in my favor?

You always come through

No matter what the challenge

Or fear.

You help and deliver,

Free and clear.

To my heart and my soul,

You are dear.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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Poetry: Everlasting Nature

EVERLASTING NATURE

I have beautiful mornings with you.

As I sit quietly and watch,

Nature abounds.

For you and nature are one.

You created the beauty of nature

And it is everlasting and eternal.

It comes from you

And never ends.

My love for nature will never end.

One day I will enjoy it upon

The shores and hills and fields

Of a pristine Heaven and earth,

The way you meant it to be.

Everlasting nature.

Everlasting God.

Everlasting joy.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: I Love Your Word

I LOVE YOUR WORD

I love your Word.

What can I say

About the fears

It does allay.

Your Word is sweet,

A joy to me.

I eat and drink

Your Word with glee!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: NO PROBLEM TO WORSHIP YOU

NO PROBLEM TO WORSHIP YOU

Oh, to worship you!

No problem!

To get on my knees is to

Feel the loving kindness

Of a Father

Who sacrificed his Son

For my redemption.

There was no reservation

Or exception,

For I was fully embraced

And brought into

The greatest kingdom

In existence.

I will reign with Christ.

So to worship you?

No problem!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Lord, How Sweet Is Your Word

LORD, HOW SWEET IS YOUR WORD

How sweet is your Word in suffering,

Though oft' the burden is great.

It feels unbearably frequent,

Such difficulty of late.

Your Word is a precious ointment,

Oft' applied in much duress.

Your Word is a pathway lamplight.

With your Word I make progress.

I read and feel much freedom.

A breath of joy I breathe.

I lose myself in scriptures,

Where found is sweet relief.

Your Word, I'll never shun it,

Though hurting hinders me.

The two-edged sword of sweetness

Is what I need from thee.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: The Staying Hand

THE STAYING HAND

A puff of breeze,

A gentle nudging

And the Holy Spirit has

Impressed the day upon me.

How I should think, feel

And behave in honor of Thee.

Or an answer to a question,

Or a new direction

Is what the gentle push gives,

A holy correction.

Like a staying hand upon my arm

And a sweet, soft voice saying, "Wait",

The Holy Spirit speaks to me.

Like a gentle nudging.

Like a puff of breeze. 

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Be Honest With God

BE HONEST WITH GOD

No matter what I think

Or what I do,

The most important thing

Is that I be honest with you.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: My IV

MY IV

Dear Lord, your Word gives me such joy

And causes my spirit to soar.

It’s hard to explain,

But those who eat it daily

Know that exhilaration from pain.

Like an infusion or injection of jet fuel,

I am made to feel like

Anything is possible.

I can soar above

Problems, offenses and lack.

Dear Lord, your Word is my IV.

I’m on it every day,

All day, throughout the day.

I’m hooked up,

And I live!

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: He Will Turn It Into Good

HE WILL TURN IT INTO GOOD

I heard a man on TV today,

Who spoke about suffering and trials to allay,

The feeling that struggles are really for nothing,

The often unfairness and our life's contorting.

He said if we could not determine a cause,

That we can be certain and give this applause,

That we will come out of it richer inside,

The strength that we get will show on the outside.

Some trials are too heavy, some burdens beyond,

What we think is fair, way too much put upon.

But there is not anything God cannot use,

To make our lives better, to help us improve.

That does not support that our pain is ordained,

That God must make sorrow for blessings to rain.

He does not need trouble and horror and woe.

He needs not the evil from that pit below.

We live in a world that is set on a course.

The fault is not ours so we feel no remorse.

We know we can't change Satan's evil world reign.

The Blood of Our Savior we use as a bane.

Don't think about quitting or turning on God.

To God be the glory and give him a nod.

He will make it right, this old world has to go,

And all of the pain and the suffering and woe.

So what can't be changed will be taken for you,

And made as a blessing, to help others too.

Just keep holding on and don't dare you forget,

That you will come out of it richer and blessed.

***

©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

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Poetry: Today's Declaration

I choose to laugh in the midst of trouble.

In the midst of sorrow, I choose joy.

All things will always 

Work together for good for me.

My Heavenly Father has promised it.

I can trust His word for

He is the One True God.

***

(c)Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: God And Son As One

GOD AND SON AS ONE

How hard it must have been

For you to know, Lord,

That you were the Light Of The World

And To Walk Among Hatred And Blindness.

How hard it must have been

For you to live under

Being harassed and hated,

And to walk among

That determination to murder.

But you were determined

To enforce God's will.

Your Father, who gave you up

To a vicious world of dark haters,

Lived the horrific sacrifice through you

And with you.

***

©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Longings Are Heard By God

LONGINGS ARE HEARD BY GOD

My longings you listen to.

And I have finally learned

To listen to my longings too,

And to give them to you.

***

©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Enjoy Sweet Release

ENJOY SWEET RELEASE

May sunshine brighten your day,

And all fears faith allay.

May you walk in joy and peace,

And enjoy God's sweet release.

***

©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: Flyaway Fear

FLYAWAY FEAR 

I went to talk to the Lord today

And all was quiet,

Except for the birds

That sounded gay.

I thought of what I wanted to say

But thoughts did hide.

They did not quiet

My anxious way.

All was quiet as I sat alone.

No words they came

But faith rose up,

And fear was gone.

***

©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope

Poetry: The Paths That You Give Me

THE PATHS THAT YOU GIVE ME

Dear Lord, your mercy is wonderful,
So everlasting and true.
You fill me with soaring thankfulness
For all that you for me do.

I never want to desert you,
No matter how hard the way.
Your loving arms do surround me.
I seek you every day.

The paths of others do wander.
The paths of others do stray
Away from your loving kindness,
As they would seek their way.

But never again will I do it,
Consider that you don’t care.
I’ll hold to the paths that you give me.
Your love will keep me there.

©Sandra Johnson