..........The Appointment..........
There
lies in the future I know
An appointment that I must meet;
The way of all the earth I'll go:
Then stand at the great Judgment Seat.
Many
things I don't understand,
But this much I do know, for sure:
If I hope to dwell in that land,
My hands must be clean, my heart pure.
Try
though I may, I cannot earn
One second in that Land of rest,
For His mercy and grace I yearn:
I come to Him at His request.
Alone
I'll face Him on that day,
I'll be asked to explain my deeds;
If His blood took my sins away
Then His grace will meet all my needs!
And
so I do not fear to stand
Before Him in judgment, my friend;
I'm hid in the palm of His hand:
To Heaven my soul He will send!
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
04-18-01
Date: May 08 2001 14:37:58 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: He's Waiting
..........He's Waiting..........
Has
your weary heart been broken in two
By the loss of one you held dear?
Do you wonder if you can make it through?
Do you need a friend to draw near?
There is someone who cares deeply for you,
Someone who can dry ev'ry tear;
He's someone who's had His heart broken, too,
He wants to help you, do not fear.
He
beckons us to Him: "Come unto me..."
Come to Him and He'll give you rest;
From your pain and sorrow He'll set you free:
He's waiting now for your request.
If you doubt me, come try Him and you'll see,
He wants for you only the best...
In the haven of His love you should be...
Go now, and by Jesus be blessed!
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
05-04-01
Date: May 09 2001 14:02:20 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: I'll Be There For You
..........I'll Be There For You..........
If
you ever need to talk,
As the lonely road you walk,
I'll lend an ear,
And share a tear:
I'll be there for you.
If
the burdens on you press
And your weary heart distress,
Each one I'll share,
And help you bear:
I'll be there for you.
If
by cares you are beset
And your lowly plight you fret,
I will sustain
You through your pain:
I'll be there for you.
When
the Reaper breaks your heart,
Death has torn your world apart...
Come unto me,
A friend I'll be:
I'll be there for you.
When
your flesh is worn and old,
And your life's a tale that's told,
A friend you'll need,
A friend indeed!
I'll be there for you.
When
your life comes to an end,
And to heav'n you would ascend:
You'll need my grace
To see that Place:
I'll be there for you.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
05-09-01
Date: May 10 2001 14:43:31 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Grandma And Pop
..........Grandma And Pop..........
I
live in the past in so many ways,
I dream of those precious, fond yesterdays
With Grandma and Pop out on the front lawn;
What happened? Where have those happy years gone?
I see them so clearly -- I want to go
Back to the simple times I used to know;
To spend just an hour would mean so much...
To hear Grandma's sweet voice, and feel her touch,
And to see, once more, the smile on Pop's face,
Such mem'ries a lifetime cannot erase!
The little boy I was felt so secure,
All things would be well, of that I was sure.
I knew no troubles, no heartaches or strife:
O! For a chance to return to that life.
"You boys, take your shoes off, and shut the door..."
What I wouldn't give to hear that once more!
"There, there..." had the power to calm our fears,
"It's bedtime," were the worst words we could hear.
My Grandma and Pop have both passed away,
And I guess I really should live "today",
But when I get homesick for times long gone
I stop and take the time to think upon
Those little boys and girls and old folks, too,
And somehow that helps me to make it through...
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
05-10-01
Date: May 15 2001 11:56:26 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Homecoming
..........Homecoming..........
There'll
come a time when this flesh shall decay,
I'll walk the paths of men no more;
I'll be carried to my Lord far away,
And meet Him on that lovely shore.
Nevermore
will I face tribulation,
No more will my eyes fill with tears;
In that land there'll be no more temptation:
And Jesus will banish all fears.
I'll
be joined with my loved ones forever,
There we'll sit 'neath the Savior's throne;
Death will no more have power to sever
When to Heaven at last I've flown.
I'll
see Peter, James and John, even Paul,
I'll speak with this world's greatest sages;
I'll dwell with the ones who answered His call:
The sanctified of all ages.
So
when comes the time for this flesh to die,
Don't worry or shed bitter tears;
I'll meet you up in the sweet by and by,
The sweet homecoming day now nears.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
04-18-01
Date: May 17 2001 06:51:07 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: I'm Not Worthy
..........I'm Not Worthy..........
I'm
not worthy of one drop of the blood He shed for me,
But without it there is no way that I can be made free:
For I've wandered off in sin,
Cast my lot with wicked men,
But, thank God for the One who gave His life on Calvary!
I've been washed clean in the blood that Jesus shed on the tree.
I
remember how I felt when my sins were washed away,
I never thought that I would ever my Savior betray;
But in time, I turned aside,
And the Savior I denied,
I decided to pursue the low, wretched, sinful way,
I knew I should return, but I decided to delay.
I
grew footsore and weary as I walked on in my sin,
How I longed for a respite from the loneliness within,
Stull I softened not my heart,
From sin I would not depart,
I refused to repent and leave the wicked paths of men,
I don't know what I was thinking or what I hoped to win.
Then
the thought of the cross at long last moved me to my knees,
And I returned to the Savior Who alone from sin frees:
My heart was bathed in the flood
Of the Savior's precious blood,
I now live life with a purpose: Each day Jesus to please.
There is no hope in any other -- for He alone frees.
I
stood condemned because of the choices that I had made,
I was tossed to and fro by the storms of life and afraid;
His grace gave me life anew,
And it can give life to you!
I received from Him the gift when the Gospel I obeyed,
I now thank God for the Cross where the price for me was paid!
Won't
you in loving submission obey His blest command?
It is not all that difficult for us to understand:
Salvation is His alone,
For no one else could atone;
To the lost of the world He lovingly holds forth His hand
And beckons to us, Come sinners, Come join me in that land.
I
could never undo all the wrong things that I have done,
As for credentials for glory, I tell you, I have none;
On the cross He took my place,
So, you see, it is by grace
That I'm given an invitation from God's precious Son,
So I'll walk in His service until Heaven has begun.
..........H. L. Gradowith...........
05-15-01
Date: May 18 2001 08:03:48 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Someone
..........Someone..........
Someone
should teach the poor children to live
A life filled with goodness: kind words, good deeds;
Happy is he who such lessons shall give,
For he's fulfilled one of life's greatest needs.
Someone should tell
Them to live well,
But should that someone be me?
I see the need
To so good seed,
Yes, that someone should be me.
Someone
the erring children should rescue,
Snatching them from the flaming fires of hell;
Be there, and help them, all their journey through,
Help them get up, no matter why they fell.
Someone should care...
Take time to share...
But should that someone be me?
I see the need
To so good seed,
Yes, that someone should be me.
Someone
should hear the poor widow crying,
Someone should wipe her bitter tears away;
Someone should help the feeble and dying,
Someone, yes someone, should help them today.
Someone, indeed,
Should fill the need,
But, should that someone be me?
I see the need
To so good seed,
Yes, that someone should be me.
Someone
should go unto the lost today,
Tell of the One who died on Calvary;
Tell them He died to take their sins away,
Tell them He is waiting to set them free.
Someone should go,
This much I know;
But, should that someone be me?
I see the need
To so good seed,
Yes, that someone should be me.
What
if you needed someone to help you?
What if from "The Way of Life" you digressed?
Would you then want someone to see you through?
You would need someone; may I now suggest,
Someone to care,
Someone to share...
But should that someone be me?
I see the need
To so good seed,
Yes, that someone should be me.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
05-17-01
Date: May 21 2001 07:08:49 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Even So
..........Even So..........
Now,
I don't know
Just when I'll go,
But go, I know, I must;
Then comes for me
The victory:
This flesh shall turn to dust.
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I'm troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How I now long for the sweet victory,
How I now long for that City so fair!
Angels
await,
Beyond the Gate,
My sweet Homecoming Day;
So I'll press on,
'Till set of sun,
I'll trust Him and obey!
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I'm troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How I now long for the sweet victory,
How I now long for that City so fair!
My
Lord I'll see
Coming for me,
He'll then say, "Welcome home,"
For Him I long,
He is my song,
From Him I'll ne'er more roam!
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I'm troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How I now long for the sweet victory,
How I now long for that City so fair!
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
02-15-01
Date: May 23 2001 06:17:15 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: I Long To Go...
..........I Long To Go... ..........
How
I long to go and live with my Savior,
In the perfect land of never-ending day;
But I'll never get to live with my Savior
If I don't make preparations today.
O
prepare, please set your house in order, friend,
He did so much to bring salvation to you;
And you know that you'll come someday to life's cold end:
To be ready be faithful, loyal and true.
I
want a mansion in that city above,
A place with the faithful of all ages past;
To be near the throne of the One that I love:
No sorrows will trouble me -- safe home at last!
I'll
keep pressing onward in His Holy Name,
Though the path be rocky and filled with debris;
And ev'ry temptation and trial I'll tame:
Till from this world of sorrow at last I'm free.
For
nothing means as much as those words, "Well done..."
O! To look upon the Savior's smiling face;
Someday I will dwell in that land with God's Son:
In that City fair there is for me a place.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
04-12-01
Date: May 24 2001 05:59:24 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Echo and Narcissus
..........Echo and Narcissus..........
Zeus
sat one day upon his throne,
Surveying all that was his own,
Suspicious Hera close at hand:
His flaming wrath her presence fanned.
Never did Hera trust the king
And closely watched him in all things,
This sat not well with such a one
And he knew something must be done!
Great care was giv'n to what he did,
The secret he must e'er keep hid;
For Zeus, of Grecian gods the king,
Supreme ruler of ev'rything,
Believed himself at liberty
To be with all that he did see
Who stirred within him burning love
As he watched from his throne above.
The Grecian gods, unlike our Own,
(Though this fact be but little known),
Live not within the rules they make
Nor are they charged with their mistakes.
His plan to you I now confess,
A nymph named Echo he did bless,
Great stories gave he her to tell,
These stories she did tell so well
That of her Hera was quite fond
Until one day it on her dawned
That Zeus was using Echo, dear,
To keep his wife from drawing near.
For, while with Echo Hera stayed
On Olympus "the field" Zeus played.
Now Hera was a vengeful queen,
The likes of which have not been seen.
The vengeful queen this plan devised
By which to leave the nymph chastised:
In anger she did cast a spell
That was to Echo living hell,
The 'gift of gab' the queen withdrew,
And in it's place put something new:
Echo now was doomed to repeat
The last word of each she would meet.
Poor Echo with her broken heart
Was from her home forced to depart.
Her life at home she'd left for good,
And made her home out in the woods.
It
happened so that living there
She found a lad, Narcissus, fair.
Whose mother learned that he would die
If his reflection met his eye.
Narcissus loved to hunt for game,
This passion in him none could tame.
While hunting in the woods one day
Alone, Narcissus lost his way.
This filled the young man's heart with fear,
He called out, "Is anyone here?"
Echo, hidden behind a tree,
Heard his voice, and called out with glee:
"HERE! Here!" she echoed, o'er and o'er,
But she could say not one word more.
The youth, at this, was much surprised,
His shock, indeed, was undisguised.
He quickly looked all o'er the place
But he could see no other's face.
He called out, "Come!" Echo replied,
With "Come! Come. Come…" bursting with pride!
Said he, "Let's come together here."
And hearing this, the nymph drew near.
She flung her arms around the lad,
Not knowing this would make him mad.
For human touch upset him so
From her, in anger, he did go.
This broke her heart, her love denied,
Refusing food and drink, she died.
The ground her earthly flesh reclaimed
Only her lovely voice remained.
Time passed…and he, hunting one day,
Thirsted while passing on his way.
He came upon a rippling brook,
Stooping, upon his face he looked.
He'd never seen a fairer sight,
And on it he looked day and night.
He loved the image very much,
But when he reached out, it to touch,
The image from him disappeared…
But then, in time, it reappeared.
So taken by the lovely face,
His love of life by it replaced.
It's loving touch he was denied,
Still stayed he there until he died.
The
last words spoken by the lad,
To the image that drove him mad:
"O youth beloved in vain, farewell."
Echo replied, "Farewell…farewell."
His body vanished clean away
And by the streams this very day
There grows a flower known to us,
In his honor, as Narcissus.
Forever at itself to gaze
Eternally to sing its praise.
H. L. Gradowith
05-23-01
Date: May 31 2001 06:38:56 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Seek Ye First...
..........Seek
Ye First..........
Chorus:
Jesus said, "Seek first the kingdom…" my friend,
Those who obey He will save in the end,
Take the time your erring ways to amend:
For someday the Father His Son will send,
And with great power the Judge will descend
O! Prepare, seek first the kingdom, my friend!
Our
lives are filled with many things to do,
We've scarcely a moment to rest;
Sometimes it's hard to be faithful and true
And stand up to life's rugged test.
In all situations He'll see us through
For us He will do what is best,
We must work each temptation to subdue:
Our efforts by Him will be blessed!
Chorus:
Jesus said, "Seek first the kingdom…" my friend,
Those who obey He will save in the end,
Take the time your erring ways to amend:
For someday the Father His Son will send,
And with great power the Judge will descend
O! Prepare, seek first the kingdom, my friend!
Take
time to think of the Savior each day,
He took the time to die for you;
Too soon to the grave you will pass away,
Your time to think will then be through.
Some things allow us the time to delay,
But for others that is not true;
In all situations, trust and obey --
Your devotion to Him renew.
Chorus:
Jesus said, "Seek first the kingdom…" my friend,
Those who obey He will save in the end,
Take the time your erring ways to amend:
For someday the Father His Son will send,
And with great power the Judge will descend
O! Prepare, seek first the kingdom, my friend!
Christians
must keep their priorities straight,
We have an example to set;
We can't let our fervor for Him abate,
His suff'ring we cannot forget.
All wickedness we must eliminate,
Such devotion we'll not regret.
At life's end great blessings for us await:
Our race is not finished just yet!
Chorus:
Jesus said, "Seek first the kingdom…" my friend,
Those who obey He will save in the end,
Take the time your erring ways to amend:
For someday the Father His Son will send,
And with great power the Judge will descend
O! Prepare, seek first the kingdom, my friend!
H. L. Gradowith
05-31-01
Date: Jun 01 2001 11:40:17 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: They're Proud
..........They're Proud..........
I
may chase many dreams through life,
I may even catch one or two;
But catching dreams won't be enough,
There's something more that I must do:
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
Great
riches I may inherit,
To treasures my pathway may lead;
But money can't make me happy
There's something more that I will need:
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
I
may be on top of the world,
Receiving from all high acclaim,
But praises will not satisfy,
Nor will they my hearts' desire tame;
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
I
may cure some vexing disease,
I may bring to many relief;
But if that's my only great deed,
I'm bound to end my life in grief;
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
I
may run like no other can,
But even a three-minute mile
Could not by itself bring me joy
Like seeing my little girls smile.
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
If
when my days on earth are through
As from my grave they walk away
I'll be happy if both my girls
Are proud of what I had to say
Only one thing will make me glad,
Just knowing they're proud of their dad.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-01-01
Date: Jun 06 2001 06:53:14 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Hear Him
..........Hear Him..........
Hear
Him now as He speaks to thee,
He's earned the right to speak;
He longs each lost one to set free,
Empower all the weak.
To
demonstrate His boundless love
And pay the price for sin
He sacrificed His home above
And gave His life for men.
They
crucified the King of kings
On Calv'ry's Rugged Cross,
He willingly endured such things,
Freely suffered the loss.
He
now calls us to hear His word,
Is this too much to ask?
His word is true -- He is the Lord!
'Tis but a simple task.
For
all the proof is plain to see,
T'was not done in the dark;
So hear the words which set men free
And press on t'word the mark.
Those
who have heard must then believe
Each thing He had to say;
If you the blessing would receive
Put faith in Him today.
Having
believed, turn from your sin,
For, except ye repent
The crown you cannot hope to win,
Your sin strive to prevent.
Tell
others of the faith you've found,
His lovely name confess,
Than this there is no sweeter sound,
So make that grand address!
Then
like those souls on Pentecost,
Be buried with the Lord;
Without this friend, you still are lost:
So says He in His word.
Then
live each day His will to do,
Faithful unto the end,
For now you're living life anew:
Obey your Heavn'ly Friend!
Then
when He comes back in the sky,
To end all earthly strife,
With Him you'll live and never die!
Receive the Crown of Life!
Now
hear Him as He speaks to thee,
And take His words to heart;
From ev'ry sin He'll set you free,
And from you ne'er depart.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
1999
Date: Jun 08 2001 07:33:52 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: The Question Comes
..........The Question Comes..........
The
question comes to you my friend:
How will you fare when comes the end?
When you are called to answer then,
To you will He say, "Enter in?"
Twill
do no good for one to force
Some other man to walk the course
If Jesus Christ is not the source
The wayward soul comes to remorse.
So
many things turn from the way
The man who longs the light of day
His darkest fears dispel, allay
Who seeks a haven from the fray.
But
he who seeks may find the light,
And he who longs may find the might,
The blinded souls shall have their sight,
And be adorned in robes of white!
If
only they to Christ are true
He'll surely see them safely through
When they to life have bid adieu
He'll grant them heav'nly life anew!
The
question comes to you my friend:
How will you fare when comes the end?
When you are called to answer then:
To you will He say, "Enter in?"
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
1999
Date: Jun 11 2001 06:46:05 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: I Can't Express
..........I Can't Express..........
With
pen and ink I can't express
The joy of being free,
Nor can my feeble lips confess
Just what he means to me.
And
yet with pen and ink I try
His glory to declare,
And till the day I come to die
His glory I will share.
But,
how does one express such grace
That paid the price for sin?
What words describe the wondrous place
Prepared for faithful men?
I
can't explain what made Him leave
His home with God above,
I can His Word but now believe
Rejoicing in His love.
I
think back on the bitter tears
The blessed Savior shed,
And all the many wasted years
When I by sin was led;
Yet
still His blood pays all the cost
And gives me life anew;
That now is found which once was lost:
Because He paid my dues.
How
such a son can my lips sing?
Tis far too grand for me.
I just praise Him in ev'rything
The Christ of Calvary!
His
thoughts are higher than my own,
And His ways than my ways;
He alone knows all that is known,
Great King! Ancient of days.
What
words can describe such power
As parted the Red Sea?
In His presence demons cower
And from Him devils flee.
I
simply cannot now express
All that He means to me,
In awe I humbly now confess:
He's ev'rything to me.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-10-01
Date: Jun 12 2001 16:37:02 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: To Live
..........TO LIVE..........
To
live a lie
Until we die
Makes of us weary men.
To
answer, "No"
When He says, "Go"
Makes of us sinful men.
To
close our eye
While sin goes by
Makes of us wicked men.
To
have while here
A stubborn ear
Makes of us foolish men.
To
be to all
A solid wall
Makes of us sturdy men.
To
go when sent
Our way not bent
Makes of us righteous men.
To
right a wrong,
To help along,
Makes of us holy men.
To
heed His call
And never stall
Makes of us wisest men.
To
live that life
Through all the strife
Makes of us happy men.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
3-24-97
Date: Jun 14 2001 07:55:48 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: A Picture
..........A Picture..........
A
picture holds within it
The power to remind
No matter what is in it,
A lesson you may find.
It
brings to life our loved ones
Who long have passed away,
It gives to death a summons:
Set free our dead this day!
It
takes us back to childhood
And let's us go once more
To see the floating driftwood
Lying on youth's pure shore.
It
tells of time and changes,
It proves that time moves on,
It warns us of the dangers
That come with each new morn.
As
in it we are shown then,
As we did look one day,
We all must give attention:
We change along the way.
Do
we, as captured therein,
Stand still unchanged this day?
Have we now failed to listen?
To what it has to say?
It
tells us to awaken,
It bids us look around;
The fears in us are shaken,
Though it makes not a sound.
As
on that picture we look
It sits there to remind
Us of the toll that life took:
The price all pay in time.
May
from each picture all learn
To take some time each day,
Life's stones to leave not unturned,
Lest time should fade away.
In
ev'ry life some trouble,
With ev'ry day some rain,
We must our strength redouble,
We can o'ercome our pain.
Be
not deceived my brother
Time passes, then you die;
On Christ, and on no other,
You safely may rely.
Graying
hair and wrinkled brow,
The tired and weary eyes,
We look upon ourselves now:
The mirror seldom lies…
The
picture stands to remind
Of how life used to be,
Of days now left far behind,
When we were young and free.
The
mirror shows us today,
A lesson let us learn:
Long gone is our yesterday,
We need not for it yearn.
The
past is ours in mem'ry,
The picture helps recall;
But we live today, you see,
Tomorrow comes to all.
What
tomorrow brings our way
Today we cannot know,
Take pleasure in yesterday
But ever onward go.
A
picture holds within it
The power to remind
No matter what is in it,
A lesson you may find.
Each
day take time to reflect,
Take pleasure in your past;
Be sure you never neglect
The shadow your life cast.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-14-01
(revised)
Date: Jun 19 2001 08:58:17 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: To Be At Rest
..........To Be At Rest..........
Right
there he sat, so tensed with pain,
He fought to breathe, then breathe again,
Disease his body wracked in full,
But through it still we hoped he'd pull.
At
first he fought with dignity,
The end he hoped he'd one day see,
But then the pain o'ercame his will
And now he lies lifeless and still.
Before
he went he prayed to die,
But death seemed bent to pass him by
And leave him here to thrust about
And writhe in pain with no way out.
His
kids stood by to do their part,
Although it cut them to the heart
To see their dad so sick and poor
Knowing each day brought troubles more.
His
wife had gone some years before
And crossed the wild and restless shore,
By her side through it all he stood
And did for her all that he could.
His
time would come, that he had known,
Without her he faced death alone;
He'd missed her, for he loved her so,
Now as she went he soon would go.
The
time was drawing near for him,
The light of life was growing dim,
He wished to leave his mortal nest
And find in death a peaceful rest.
The
man, who years before was strong,
Was singing now his farewell song;
A wretched tune of agony,
From which he longed to be set free.
He
screamed and cried and wished to go
And leave the pain of life below,
Finding somehow the sweet release
That let's one into silent peace.
Late
one ev'ning when all was dark
His light went out, leaving no spark,
The body once so filled with pain
Was now the home of peace again.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-19-2001
(Revised from a May 1, 1997 version).
This
poem was written about the passing of my grandfather, Wayne Smith.
As the lines indicate, it was a long and painful death. I have hesitated
to share the thoughts with others, because quite frankly they are very
painful to read. However, it just may be that there are others out
there
who are experiencing the same thing we did and somehow I hope that the
thoughts expressed in the song will assist you in dealing with the
situation. Tim
Date: Jun 25 2001 08:04:23 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Release
..........Release..........
O,
to be like young Peter Pan,
Dwelling in "Never, Never land",
To leave the cares we know in life,
And living without distress and strife...
Each
day to find the simple things
A happy and carefree life brings:
The butterflies and bumble bees,
The squirrels that play atop the trees.
To
romp and play in pastures green,
And see the things by most not seen,
Where lizards crawl, grasshoppers hop,
And songbirds songs that never stop.
The
rippling waters cool and clear,
The warming sun that's ever near,
The cooling breeze at close of day,
These chase the cares of life away.
We
can't stay young our whole lives through,
Each has a job in life to do;
But in our minds we find some peace
In that fair land of sweet release.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-25-2001
(revised from an earlier edition)
SPECIAL
NOTE: Listbot is going to a "pay" service, and therefore I am
going to move the list from their server to my "Yahoo" account. You
should not experience any interruption in service, and besides a little
difference in appearance and the address from which the poems come you
probably won't even notice any change at all. You do not have to
do
anything to prepare for the change, if you are subscribed now you will
remain subscribed. The archive is being moved from Listbot to my
personal
page, but will remain at Listbot until they shut it down. The complete
list is also available on the Enon Page (http://www.geocities.com/fp5699).
I will let you know more as things progress. I apologize for any
inconvenience. Tim
Date: Jun 26 2001 10:58:51 EDT
From: "Gradowith Poems" <[email protected]>
Subject: Riches
Friends:
Yesterday I sent a poem through "Listbot" and one through the
new mailing system (yahoo). The poem sent through "Listbot" was entitled
"RELEASE". Everyone should have received it. The poem sent
through the
new system was entitled "TRUST". Some were returned, thus indicating
that
they did not make it to the intended destination. If you did not
receive
the poem entitled TRUST, please email me ([email protected]) so I can
correct whatever problem exists. Your patience is appreciated!
Things
should return to normal very soon. Tim
*************************************
..........Riches..........
Life
is filled with unexpected things,
We do not know what is in store;
One may be the richest man in town,
Still troubles knock upon the door.
Our
wealth cannot from trouble hide us,
Nor can we from death get away;
The Reaper comes despite our station,
And wealth shall flee come Judgment Day.
We
work and save against the future,
But in a moment all is lost;
What means the most is not in this life,
Against that Day, friend, count the cost.
No
stocks and bonds, no gilded mansions,
Will pass the judgment of the Lord;
The heart of hearts of ev’ry person
Must here obey His Blessed Word.
Though
men may bow when here they meet you,
Before the Lord in fear you’ll kneel;
Though they may hold your name in rev’rence:
If you’re not saved His wrath you’ll feel.
Be
less concerned about your fortune
As in this world of sin you dwell,
Be more concerned about the Judgment
Lest He should cast you into Hell.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
06-26-2001