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As a child I was always interested in poetry. My mother used to read nursery
rhymes to me. It was almost magical to hear my mother read a poem. It was
rhapsody to a child being comforted and loved by a mother. Some of the poems
were silly and made no sense but to a mother and child it would build a sense
of being loved. Mother and child being bonded by the rhyme and rhythm of
poetry. I don’t know why I didn’t read poetry to my children. I suppose it was because in the first three years of married life we had three babies and I had no time for anything else but washing, rinsing, hanging, folding and changing diapers. It wasn’t until I became a grandma that I began to think about poetry writing. Where do I start? What shall I write about? The Bible! That’s it! And so as I began to be involved in the reading of God’s eternal Word it soon became clear to me that this was indeed a treasure chest of poetry. In fact some of the old testament books are called poetry. So I have taken God ’s Word and put it to rhyme. I have tried to be true to the Word because I know we are not to add or take away from God’s eternal Word. Because the Bible is all about being saved I have made a plea for salvation in some of the poems. I pray that 'one' reading my poems will appreciate God’s Word and be compelled to dig deeper into the WORD. Arnetta 9-12-2002 ON A TRAIL CALLED CALVARY He knocked at the door of my heart one day And when I answered I heard Him say, “My child, I’ve chosen you to follow Me We’ll travel a trail called Calvary The trail may not be easy to bare So you must put your self in My care. But if My way seems to cramp your style You must remember that all the while I’ll be with you each step of the way If you choose to follow Me today.” “But Lord, my lifestyle pleases me And I’m not young as I used to be I’ve so little time to get things done To follow You may spoil my fun. There are many things I need to do, Must I give them up to follow You?” Now deep within I had to admit I was a sinner! Unworthy, unfit, To stand before Him in rightness. I must call on His name and confess. Surrender my life to Him without fail And follow Him on the Calvary trail. “How far will we go?” was my plea.” He said. “Not very far! Wait and see.” The trail led to a cross on a hill And when I saw Him my heart stood still. He hung there on a cross of shame He had no sin, but He took my blame. And when I saw the pain on His face. I cried, “OH MY GOD! You took my place. I fell to my knees! He lifted me up. And He said, “My child this is My cup. It’s true that I chose you long ago Salvation to you I now bestow. I died for you. I took your place I give you now My saving grace.” “My Lord I will follow Thee without fail As we walk together the Calvary trail.” |
