Poems Page 13

Jesus

There was once a little stranger
Come down here on earth to dwell,
All the Christian people loved Him
But the wicked, sad to tell;
Only sought how they might kill Him
How deprive Him of his throne,
Children can you tell me who it was
In the garden prayed alone?

Oh I love the smell of the new mown hay
The field and the wild birds song,
I love the life of a little child
With never a thought of wrong.

Day is Dying

Softly the day is dying
The light fades in the west,
The twilight 'round me deepens
And the sun sinks down to rest.

Then out from the blue of heaven
The stars shine brightly down,
Lighting the darkened places
In the country and the town.

Miscellaneous

Why this weight upon my heart
Why so dad depressed?
Lord, sometimes I'm sore afraid
I do not love thee best.

 

Sleep Little One

Sleep on little one neath this little mound.
There is naught can disturb thy rest,
But thy mothers heart will sight,
Thru the years that go by
For the birdie that left the nest.

To lands far away I may leave thee
Thou dear little one that I love,
But let not the thought of it grieve thee
I will meet thee in heaven above

Martha L. Delk