  � MY FRIEND MONELL � Monell my dear, it�s just past a year, When God heard me praying, for your soul I had fear. The moment I saw you, I loved you I know, I prayed for your friendship, and God let it be so. He pulled us together, It�s odd how we met, We were both drawn together, by God�s Holy magnet. He linked us together, our friendship no doubt, Caused many a heartache, All happiness turned out. Monell my dearest, my thoughts with you rest, Sitting here at the table, wanting no cigarette. I said I would pray for you and myself, To get rid of this habit, t�will just ruin our health. I know God is with us, He�ll help us I�m sure, This habit we�re breaking, is one good and pure. Some people may doubt, and say we can�t do it, But with our faith together, and with God�s help we�ll do it. I gave you one sermon right after another, With children to raise, And you a sinner mother. Genesis 6:3 was my text to you, I kept repeating it frequently through. Till I was sure you would never forget, Monell I�m sure, you won�t have one regret. You gave God your heart, to Him made a promise, Sometimes I believe you�ve become �Doubting Thomas� Today in faith, at Jesus� dear side, Why should you doubt, is it just wounded pride? So however you live, be it short, be it long, Put your trust in God, He�ll not lead you wrong. He had only one Son, Christ Jesus you see, Who forfeited his life for you and for me. Just when you think that you no longer care, When you�re feeling depressed, And you think He�s not there, Start counting your blessings, I�m sure you have many, Without God in your life, you�re not worth a penny. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 09-29-61 � � A CALL FROM MONELL � Monell my dearest, you called me today, From Cleveland, Ohio, so far, far away. The sound of your voice meant so much to me, It sent thrills to my heart, to that vacancy, you see. Some day I pray that the gap may be filled, Till my cup runneth over, on you be it spilled. Sitting by the phone with my head bowed low, A quarter of three, the phone rang...... �Hello� Never expected to hear the sweet voice I heard, So excited and thrilled, I couldn�t think of a word. I miss you so terribly, My heart aches for you, My arm�s reaching out for you, this is so true. The next time I see you, I�ll squeeze you no doubt, And pray I don�t hurt you and cause you to pout. Each other�s burdens we�ve shared in the past, Oh, what happy memories, forever they�ll last. Each other�s shoulders we�ve wept on in grief, In sorrow together, we found sweet relief. Remember the secrets we told to each other, Like lonely schoolgirls without a mother. My thoughts wander back to your voice on the phone, I�m sitting here now, feeling blue and alone. It�s a quarter of seven, and all is at rest, I�m here in the kitchen, and trying my best; To write you a poem instead of a letter, I�m not a poet, so my rhymes won�t get better. A few little words just to say,�I love you�, And not only me, but God loves you too. May He speak to your heart, let you know He is near, He will carry your burdens, He;�ll erase all your fear. He will always remind you of a vow you once made, To serve Him forever, for the price He has paid � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 01-30-71 � � THE DAY I MET A NEW FRIEND � Remember, Monell, how we happened to meet, In an odd sort of way, in the middle of the street. Patty was playing on �Riffle�s� front porch, And I heard you yell out an oath like a torch. She threw �Bobby�s� bottle down in the dirt, It wasn�t broken, It wasn�t hurt. I was in my back yard hanging out my wash, when out of your mouth , came words very harsh. How long has it been now, Twelve years I would guess, I cannot be certain, exact date I can�t stress. Time has a way of passing us by, but the memories I cherish, I hold very high. Later that day, I saw in my yard, Patty with Bobby, his head had no guard. His limp little head hung back very low, His body was bent like an arrow�s bow. I took him from Patty, and straightened his clothes, I guessed the babe�s age-six weeks on the nose.. Then later that day, just before Bob came home, you came looking for Patty, she�d started to roam. You stepped up on my porch, I invited you in, the long chat we had, gave me warmth within. You left for a while, and said you�d return, I hoped maybe you would, O how my heart yearned. Again, you returned, about dusk I would say, The day nearly gone, Lord, help me I pray. I asked God to help me win your heart to him, At first sight I liked you, wanted you for my friend. The children were bathed and all ready for bed, Came time for devotions, from the Bible I read. Thank God for the privilege and honor to teach, our little children who hungrily reach, For love and devotion I gave all I had, Something they never received from their dad. I explained the Bible in a way they could learn, Had a hymn and a prayer, Put them to bed and return. To the living room couch, where we sat, you and I, The compliments you uttered, I praise Jesus on high. Our family devotions had touched you ,tis so, God answered my prayer, how well this I know. I guess all my life, and I�ve lived forty years, there�s nothing could possibly erase all my tears. That one special day, filled my life so complete, the day that I met you, in the middle of the street. I drew closer to God, that day I met you, As I look back now-Look back with me too. Remember the day when you once said to me, I�d gladly trade places with your family. � Well, God has a purpose in all that he does, Can we be content with the past as it was? As long as we live there is always hope, to change our ways and untie the rope. For Satan is binding, He works miracles too, Cut loose that rope, don�t let him bind you. We can�t live life over, or undo what�s been done, Our days are all numbered, from sin we must run. God gives us today, no promise of tomorrow, we must change our ways, or reap them in sorrow. Monell, my dear, He�s calling you now, Don�t forget your commitment, remember your vow. The day that we met, can you recall as I do? Do you cherish those blessings and heartaches too? Our shoulders were broad, bore each other�s load, We laughed and we cried as we struggled the road. It�s a long road to heaven, A short life to live, Let�s make each moment count, with our best to give. For when Jesus comes, separation takes place, The saints will rejoice, the lost hide their face. In the twinkling of an eye, it will happen so fast, Will your soul then be ready? Make salvation last! � Let�s go home together, You, Jesus and I, And worship together, up in heaven on high. Today is the day, we must get prepared, So when Jesus comes, our soul will be spared. His coming will set the whole world on fire, the murderer, the scoffer, blasphemer, and liar. Oh, Monell, dear one, what a day that will be, when we walk hand in hand, our Saviour to see. The thought of not seeing you in heaven is sad, For you�re part of my life, we�ve shared good and bad. For you to miss heaven, would be a great waste, Hurry! My dear, we�ve got to make haste. For soon He is coming, to gather his bride, And for all the lost, there�s no place to hide. He�s knocked on your door, He�s called many times, You�ve heard His sweet voice, You�ve even heard mine! He�s begged and He�s pleaded till his heart is abuse, Oh, what will you do? You won�t have an excuse. Are you almost persuaded? Are you still �Doubting Thomas�?Can you not take his Word, Believe on his promise? � � FRIENDSHIP MEMORIES � Twelve years seem like a lifetime within this heart of mine, Since I was spiritually drawn to you, by God�s sweet love divine. I was hanging out my laundry when I heard a terrible oath, It was that very moment, when God planned to join us both. I glanced across the roadway, from whence on �Riffle�s� porch, I heard you scream at �Patty,� words hotter than a torch. �Father, forgive her,� I prayed in your behalf, To curse an innocent little child, could only bring God�s wrath. �Lord, she knows not what she�s doing, use me now my Lord, in love,� �Help me win her soul sweet Jesus, so she can have a home above.� Tis then, I knew that I must meet you, before that day should end, To introduce you to God�s love, and try your soul to win. I welcomed your friendship and invited you in, to share our family devotions, I read the Bible, we sang, had prayer, It seemed to stir your emotions. As days went by, we grew closer together, our lives just seemed like birds of a feather. You touched my heart in a special way, God had a purpose, and still does today. I was only an instrument in the hands of God, sowing the seed, down this road I trod. As the years rolled by, I taught you each day, Hoping you�d soon accept God�s way. One night long ago, we walked hand in hand, Down the isle to the alter, for Salvation�s plan. Then shortly following, one beautiful day, �Johnny� baptized you, I�m happy to say. For a very short time, we walked together, growing in grace, strong like shoe leather. Then something happened, Old Satan crept in, He planted some doubt, where faith should have been. You moved about, to so many places, before we knew it, we had lost our paces. Without daily manna, it�s easy to S L I P- Away from God�s Grace into Satan�s GRIP. Thou now, you�re so many, many miles away, You�re never out of my mind, Daily, consistently, I pray for you, That your way back to God you would find. Where did I fail you, What more could I have done? Only God has the answer, God alone is the one. For ten years now, I�ve been concerned, since you�re so far from me... I haven�t forgotten and neither has He... God knows that I care what happens to you, He looks on the heart, we know this is true. My heart is so heavy, Monell, my friend-- what is the outcome?, what will be your end?-- For Jesus knows just where you stand- Your place is reserved in the promised land He�s constantly calling direct from His throne- through death he bids them to enter home. Where sin cannot enter, they�re all pure in heart--- Prepare yourself now, for this is your part� His yoke is easy, His burden is light- to resist the Devil is to put up a fight- We learn how to recognize his evil deeds, We must search our lives and pull out the weeds- For harvest time is drawing near- Please heed these words, Monell dear. � � Copyright: Waneta L. Snell Written 06-26-72 � � MEMORIES BOB AND MONELL � There�s memories in stories, And some I shall tell, About a special friend, her name is �Monell� A mother of two, and a wonderful wife, A beautiful girl, with a mixed -up life. God saw her need and sent her to me, The sadness I saw in her eyes was a plea. A sudden change in my life took a turn, The day that I met her, I soon was to learn. How God in His wonderous and mysterious way , Used me as His instrument, his Word to relay. She had a hunger and terrible thirst, For knowledge of God, t�was really her first. As each day passed we became closer knit, Our lives entwined, It was a perfect fit. She filled my life, helped make it complete, As daily I fed her, God�s Word was her meat. She ate manna from heaven, as I watched with care, She needed Salvation, God�s Spirit was there. On one special day I remember it well, My prayers of conviction on Bob and Monell. God came on the scene, as we sat on my couch, The tears started rolling, and Monell cried �ouch� God touched her so suddenly, she jumped up and ran, out into the kitchen, left me with her man. I spoke very softly, as I held my pace, And under conviction Bob covered his face. He tried his best to make me believe, he was reading the newspaper, and I wasn�t deceived. I dare not stop here, I thought deep within, God�s speaking, He�s calling, Their souls I must win. Yes, under conviction. Both Bob and Monell, �Fall down on your knees, � I wanted to yell. But gently I offered to kneal with them there, and humbly seek God and salvation in prayer. They squirmed and they wriggled under the Spirit�s call, I thought for a moment, on their knees they would fall. She was almost persuaded, but she wauted on Bob, I felt God�s Spirit pleading, and heard her heart throb. Then all of a sudden Bob seemed in a rush, He took Monell from me, like wind in a gush. I�ll always remember that one special day, When almost persuaded, they both ran away. From that day on, Bob seemed to avoid all our conversations which included the Lord. He�d just drop her off, and head on down the road, we�d head for my kitchen, our place of abode. Then Bob would come back when the hour was late, Not wanting to hear of his terrible fate. And now my dear friends, as I reminess, I long for their presence, and the times that we�ve missed. Not sharing our burdens as we had in the past, our letters grew scarce, but our friendship must last. There�s a vacant spot in my heart, it�s old, it�s not new, Forever waiting to be filled by �those two.� Monell should you read this, there�s no doubt at all, Jesus still pleads with you, with beckoning call. His presence I know has been following you Wherever you go, what ever you do. Don�t harden your heart and become �doubting Thomas�, How great is his love, How faithful his promise. There�s no doubt about it, He�s been good to you, I sure do rejoice, He�s been good to me too. I know I�m unworthy to possess all this joy, I feel like a child when he gets a new toy. Although I am happy, and in ways torn apart, For that space still is empty, Your place in my heart. To God be the Glory for the things He has done, For the promise of life he gives everyone. So yield him your heart before it�s too late, When time is no more, and death brings your fate. No love can be greater, No mercy so sweet, when we see Jesus� face and we kneal at his feet. This is my prayer, and hope that we meet, If not in this life, then on God�s golden street. We�ll walk hand in hand, on God�s golden shore, We�ll worship together, and live ever more. I cannot bear the thought of the end, Without sharing heaven with you my dear friend. Can I now persuade you with this one last call? Give in to the Saviour,and on your knees fall. Yield Him your life, mean what you say, Talk to him now (as you would me) when you pray. He�s patiently calling, he�s pleading through me, Open your heart that your eyes may see. God will not strive forever with man, He�ll withdraw His Spirit over a span. Genesis 6:3 will surely confirm, These words are a lesson, everyone must learn I quoted this scripture many times to you, Don�t you recall them, I surely do. � � Copyright: Waneta L. 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