art by Donald Zolan
Farm dreams....
Derry ©
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I remember when I was 16, the family singing this at Nanna's - after Christmas dinner,
it was very special.
~ Dreaming of Home ~
My mind is travelling down, along a winding dusty track,
To find my childhood home, if I just wander back.
It's a journey o'er the hill,
but when I reach the brow
The panorama's there in view, and I am there, right now.
The walls are peeling off, the bricks are tumbling down,
Holes within the windows, make a lonely whistling sound.
The hinges that were oiled,
now squeak with rusty grind,
The veranda is all dusty, my Mama would have pined.
Wild are the flower beds, that were her pride and pleasure,
Bushes, weeds and creepers, grow everywhere at leisure.
My Papa's work worn boots,
I hear thumping up the path,
How I love his cheery whistle playing in my heart.
I meander, room to room, see the curtains drooping there,
Bare walls stare at me, no heart is anywhere.
My Mama's voice echoes near,
Softly calling, bloss, come here,
I peep inside the pantry, but find no mama there.
May be she's in the garden, in the beauty that she wove,
Her hair drying in the wind, bending down to smell a rose.
In the colours of the garden
I feel her presence close,
And then I smell the smoke, from her cooking at the stove.
Sunshine teases with the shadows, my fancy wanders free, I hear the soft piano,
"Telling of The Father's love" for me.
My heart had it's beginning,
back here when I was young,
Years may change the house, but reminiscing's just begun.
Derry ©
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My reflection may be mellowed, recalling laughter and the tears,
The willing feet that placed, every day through all the years.
Yet, time's returned the past,
that I left, to gather dust,
I delight in every memory, the best of yesterday to trust.
Sweet the childhood memory, what treasure it is worth
To enrich my life today, that love continues to give birth.
A special hillview farmhouse,
is where my heart still roams,
A house far more than wooden beams, for there my soul was home.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2003
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Middle click for "Bells across the meadows"
Day dreaming of home
These are the words Mum sang as she played the piano
Jesus is my Saviour, Jesus is my all
He came down from heaven above,
telling of His Fathers love,
Bringing me within the fold, Jesus my Saviour.
Oft would I reject Him, how could I neglect Him?
Suffered, died on Calvary, from my sins He set me free,
Everlasting life for me, Jesus Lord.
Praying til I meet Him, in the air I'll greet Him,
In the twinkling of an eye,
I'll be caught up in the sky,
Forever be with Him on high, Jesus my Saviour.
Friend will you accept Him, please do not reject Him.
Sheltered on His loving breast,
you'll find pardon, peace and rest,
Now there is no sting in death, Jesus Lord..
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The willing feet that placed, every day through all the years.
Yet, time's returned the past,
that I left, to gather dust,
I delight in every memory, the best of yesterday to trust.
Sweet the childhood memory, what treasure it is worth
To enrich my life today, that love continues to give birth.
A special hillview farmhouse,
is where my heart still roams,
A house far more than wooden beams, for there my soul was home.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2003
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Middle click for "Bells across the meadows"
Day dreaming of home
These are the words Mum sang as she played the piano
Jesus is my Saviour, Jesus is my all
He came down from heaven above,
telling of His Fathers love,
Bringing me within the fold, Jesus my Saviour.
Oft would I reject Him, how could I neglect Him?
Suffered, died on Calvary, from my sins He set me free,
Everlasting life for me, Jesus Lord.
Praying til I meet Him, in the air I'll greet Him,
In the twinkling of an eye,
I'll be caught up in the sky,
Forever be with Him on high, Jesus my Saviour.
Friend will you accept Him, please do not reject Him.
Sheltered on His loving breast,
you'll find pardon, peace and rest,
Now there is no sting in death, Jesus Lord..
Alighthouse.com/Daydreamingofhome
I prayed this prayer at age 14-17- God answered my prayer
The Man I Prayed For
Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid
(as we are want to do),
I do not need a handsome man
but let him be like You;
I do not need one big and strong
nor yet so very tall,
nor need he be some genius,
or wealthy, Lord, at all;
but let his head be high, dear God,
and let his eye be clear,
his shoulders straight, whate’er his state,
whate’er his earthly sphere;
and let his face have character,
a ruggedness of soul,
and let his whole life show, dear God,
a singleness of goal;
then when he comes
(as he will come)
with quiet eyes aglow,
I’ll understand that he’s the man
I prayed for long ago.
billygraham.org/decision-magazine/july-august-2007/selections-from-ruth-bell-grahams-poetry
The Man I Prayed For
Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid
(as we are want to do),
I do not need a handsome man
but let him be like You;
I do not need one big and strong
nor yet so very tall,
nor need he be some genius,
or wealthy, Lord, at all;
but let his head be high, dear God,
and let his eye be clear,
his shoulders straight, whate’er his state,
whate’er his earthly sphere;
and let his face have character,
a ruggedness of soul,
and let his whole life show, dear God,
a singleness of goal;
then when he comes
(as he will come)
with quiet eyes aglow,
I’ll understand that he’s the man
I prayed for long ago.
billygraham.org/decision-magazine/july-august-2007/selections-from-ruth-bell-grahams-poetry
