Dr Margaret's Treasure Chest

  I have used this poem for so many occasions: special wedding cards, posters, and even take-home reminders for my counselling clients. It is worth striving for a home such as this:     The walls of a house may be built of wood, Its foundations of brick or of stone; But a genuine home is an exquisite thing, For it’s built of heart-throbs alone. The price of a house may be reckoned at once, And paid with a handful of gold; But the price of a home very few can compute, And that price they have never yet told. The rooms of a house may be stately and grand, Their adornment a triumph of art; But the beauty of a home is the final result Of the toil of an unselfish heart. A house may be burned, may be sold or exchanged, Nor the loss of one’s peace interfere; But the loss of a home - how it crushes the heart! - For our homes we all love and revere. Of houses a man may possess many scores, Yet his lack of a home cause despair; But an h...

Judy is a dear Bible Study friend and a lady with many talents. One of them is poetry. I hope you'll like what she wrote for her 70th birthday (you'd never guess her age!). Her secret to keeping young? Rejoicing in the Lord always and living up to her name (it's Young - hee hee). Enjoy... It’s a wonderful view from the top of the hill Looking back at the valley below. And it’s been a long climb, over hurdles at times, But the blessings are all mine, I know. My children aren’t perfect and neither am I But our love will overcome all. I wouldn’d change them for a million quid For then I’d have nothing at all. They’ve all got partners to help them along And kids of their own to love, And now their kids have also got kids All gifts from our Father above. As I look back o’er the years that have gone And think of the things I have done I’m hoping that down by the other side of the hill There’s plenty more yet to come. So I, now...

Here is another one of my favourite poems... They say the world is round, and yet I often think it's square; So many little hurts we get from corners here and there. There is one truth in life I've found while journeying east and west, The only folk we really wound are those we love the best. The choicest garb, the sweetest grace are oft to strangers shown; The careless word, the frowning face, are given to our own. We flatter those we scarcely know, we please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow to those we love the best. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Hi everyone, I know it's been a while, but this gem of a poem was definitely worth waiting for: * Each morning when I wake, I say,   "I place my hand in God's today."   With faith and trust that by my side   He'll walk with me my steps to guide. He leads me on with tender care,   When paths are dark and I despair.   No need for me to understand   I f I hold fast to His great hand. My hand in His - no surer way     To walk in safety through each day.     By His great bounty I am fed,   Warmed by His love and comforted. When at day's end I seek my rest,     And realise how much I'm blest,   My thanks pour out to Him - and then     I place my hand in God's again. Anon - regrettably