Last Night I took a Journey

Last night I took a journey
To a land across the seas.
I didn’t go by ship or plane
I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there
In bondage to their sin,
And Jesus told me I should go,
That there were souls to win.

But I said “Jesus, I can’t go
To lands across the seas.”
He answered quickly, “Yes, you can
By traveling on your knees.”

He said, “You pray, I’ll meet the need.
You call, and I will hear.
It’s up to you to be concerned
For lost souls far and near.”

And so I did; knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease,
And with the Savior by my side,
I traveled on my knees.

As I prayed on, I saw souls saved
And twisted persons healed,
I saw God’s workers strength renewed
While laboring in the field.

I said, “Yes Lord, I’ll take the job.
Your heart I want to please.
I’ll heed Your call and swiftly go
By traveling on my knees.”

Have a truly wonderful day – in every way

With many peaceful blessings


My Garden

I’ve got a brand new garden –
I’ve just moved house, you see,
But, oh, I found my garden
Was empty as can be.

I asked my friends and neighbours
Just what would they advise,
And when I saw their answer
I scarce believed my eyes.

For each had brought a present
A bloom to fill my plot
From bedding plants to bushes,
My friends had brought the lot.

So now my garden’s glowing,
Alight with every hue
A quilt of loving kindness
To cheer me all year through.

(Margaret Ingersoll)


What a lovely thought to begin our new week!

With many peaceful blessings


Old Shep

Now when I was a lad and Old Shep was a pup
Over hills and valleys we’d stray
Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun
We grew up together that way.

I remember the time at the old swimming hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But Old Shep was right there to the rescue he came
He jumped in and helped drag me out.

Now the years rolled along and at last he grew old
His eye sight was fast growing dim
Then one day the doctor looked at me and said
I can’t do no more for him Jim.

So with trembling hand I picked up my gun
Aimed it at Shep’s faithful head
But I just couldn’t do it I wanted to run
I wished they would shoot me instead.

So I threw down that old gun ran right up to his side
He laid his faithful old head right on my knee
And friends I stroked the best pal that a man ever found
I even cried so I scarcely could see.

Now Old Shep he knew he was going to go
Cause he reached out and he licked at my hand
Then he looked up at me just as much as to say
I hate to but you understand.

Now Old Shep is gone where the good doggies go
And no more with Old Shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven there’s one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home.

Hank Snow

(This poem appears in Zoe’s Third Book – the Wedding Edition which is being published on Kindle during the next few days)


With many peaceful blessings


The Empty Chair

You look across at the empty chair
In vain for the one who Isn’t there,
No shared comments to make you smile,
Just being together made life worthwhile.

‘Time will heal,’ or so they say,
Just don’t tell me that today.
No card to come on your special day,
No words to speed you on your way,
No one to bring the cup that cheers,
No one to soothe and calm your fears,
Only memories of bygone years.

The simple things are what you miss
The loving hug, the goodnight kiss,
The opening door — the words ‘I’m back’,
The coat still hanging on the rack.

The hopes and plans we made together
We thought they would go on for ever
Are just a dream for now and ever.
The house is empty, cold, austere,
You open doors and no one’s there.

‘How could they do this, how could they leave,
Abandon you to cry and grieve?’
Then a little hand slips into mine
And says: ‘Don’t cry, you will be fine.’

For love abounds and through your tears
The sun comes out to quell your fears.
The love of family and true friends
Will see you through and make amends.

And then the world begins to sing
As you recall the precious things
You held so dear, when you were two
Saying ‘you can start anew’.

So now when I see the empty chair
In my mind, you’re always there.

( Kathleen Smith)


With many peaceful blessings



It’s The Thought That Counts

My dearest, sweetest Grandma
How very kind you are
When it comes to choosing Christmas gifts
You’re way out front by far.

You choose each one most carefully
To not patronise or offend
And each is chosen thoughtfully
Not about how much you spend.

No TV games or stereo
As I really know you fear
Those noises can be dangerous
And damaging to the ear.

You took that hard decision
Not to buy me a gold watch
As clashing with sterling silver
Would have just looked so

Thank goodness it wasn’t a BlackBerry
This year for me you picked
As I could have been like Harry’s pal
And had my present nicked!

And who needs M&S vouchers —
I speak the national voice
We’d be stuck in that shop for hours
Trying to make a choice!

So, thank you, dearest Grandma
For your festive Christmas box
With your ultra-considerate
present —
A sensible pair of socks!
Sheila Webb


With many peaceful blessings


If You Think You Are Beaten

“If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”

 Walter D. Wintle

 (This is one of my all-time favourite poems! )