Faith Poems
WHAT IS WHITE?
White is clouds, lace and dandelion puffs
Bathtubs are white; . cold vanilla ice cream
Eggshells are white and, to me, diamonds are white.
White is foaming, crashing waves. White means clean;
Snow is white; Angels are white, .
White is swaddling clothes, baptism, temples, the resurrection .
What is White? — White is my Faith.
Faith
Faith is such a sweet, simple little word,
Yet a great posession to have and hold,
Something we need to tread along life’s way
Something to hang onto through a frightful day.
Can we believe without doubting what God has revealed?
Can we believe in miracles and families being sealed?
Can we believe in a God who indeed loves everyone?
If yes, then we have faith and will say, “Thy will be done.”
True faith is like clear water flowing sweet and pure,
And we can drink of it an have joy forever more.
Faith comes to those who seek it and trust in the Lord,
Read the scriptures often and so understand His word.
Then there is the simple faith, like that of a child,
That will help us be like Jesus, humble and mild.
Faith can help us see the light in the darkest night,
Know that God loves us as we fight the good fight.
So if we can walk with faith all our lives through,
The Lord will bless us with the knowledge that is true
Faith will make life sure, whatever happens today
You will have no fear, for God will show you the way.
The Faith of Little Mary
The father a well digger, and strong was he.
And as loving and kind as a father could be.
And his daughter, five years old
Very much dearer than silver or gold.
To Mary her father was big, grand and nice…
So each had a treasure beyond price.
One day to the well little Mary was sent
To take Daddy his dinner; how gently she went.
But when she looked down not a thing could she see.
The well, like a pocket was dark as could be.
The father saw Mary and heard her voice, too
But said not a word just to see what she’d do.
She dropped to her knees, the dear little soul
And called down, “Oh, Daddy! Are you down this deep hole?”
“Why, yes, Mary darling. I’m here at your feet.
Just drop me my lunch for I’m ready to eat.
Just let it go easy, I’ll catch it all right.”
She did so and watched it go down out of sight.
“Why, Mary,” he said, “There’s enough here for two.
Now this is the thing I would like you to do.
You jump down here and we’ll eat together
Down here in the cool, away from the weather.”
“Oh Daddy! I’m afraid! I can’t see you at all.
Be sure and catch me and don’t let me fall.”
‘Twas just for a moment she wavered in doubt…
Then closing her dear little eyes she jumped out.
In the darkness, that was the test!
She trusted in faith in the father’s request;
And both were so happy he kissed her and smiled
Because of the sweet trusting faith of his child.
Oh! Sweet little Mary. You have put me to shame.
How often my Father has called me the same
But because it was dark I have turned back in doubt
Refusing the call though His arms were stretched out.
I wanted some proof. Must first see with my eyes.
So I have doubted and lost me the prize.
To him that will ask is given to see.
And he that will seek, the Lord says he shall find
Be he that’s a doubter must always stay blind.
Until I have faith and can bow ‘neath His rod,
I’ll never inherit the Kingdom of God.
In His Steps
Joseph H. Dean
Dean, Joseph H., “The Faith of Little Mary.” Improvement Era [Salt Lake City, Utah] July 1922 [Vol XXV No. 9], inside cover.
“The road is rough,” I said.
“Dear Lord, there are stones that hurt me so,”
And He said, “Dear child, I understand,
I walked it long ago.”
“But there is a cool green path,” I said,
“Let me walk there for a time.”
“No child,” He gently answered me,
“The green road does not climb.”
“My burden,” I said, “is far too great,
How can I bear it so?”
“My child,” said He, “I remember its weight
I carried my cross, you know.”
“But,” I said, “I wish there were friends with me,
Who would make my way their own.”
“Ah, yes,” said He, “Gethsemane
Was hard to face alone.”
And so I climbed the stony path,
Content at last to know–
That where my master had not gone,
I would not need to go.
And strangely then I found new friends
The burden grew less sore,
And as I remembered–long ago,
He went that way before.
My Candle
In my hands I hold a candle
whose flame is small to see
And if I give but one light to you
my life is filled for me.
But…In your hands
you hold a torch
for many eyes to see
So hold it high
that they may light
their candlewicks from thee
~Author Unknown