Thursday, August 28, 2008

Poems by Helen Steiner Rice















The Flower Of Friendship



Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower
And, like the garden blossoms
Friendship's flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those who know and meet
And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding
Friendship flower will bloom
For you


















The Praying Hands






The "Praying Hands" are much, much more
Than just a work of art,
They are the soul's creations
Of a deeply thankful heart
They are a priceless masterpiece
That love alone could paint
And they reveal the selflessness
Of an unheralded saint
These hands so scarred and toilworn
Tell the story of a man
Who sacrificed his talent
In accordance with God's Plan
For in God's Plan are many things
Man cannot understand,
But we must trust God's judgement
And be guided by His Hand
Sometime He asks us to give up
Our dreams of happiness
Sometimes we must forego our hopes
Of fortune and success
Not all of us can triumph
Or rise to heights of fame
And many times what should be ours
Goes to another name
But he who makes a sacrifice
So another may succeed,
Is indeed a true disciple
Of our blessed Saviour's creed
For when we give ourselves away
In sacrifice and love
We are laying up rich treasures
In God's kingdom up above
And hidden in gnarled, toilworn hands
In the truest art of living
Achieved alone by those who've learned
The victory of giving
For any sacrifice on earth
Made in the dear Lord's name
Assures the giver of a place
In Heaven's hall of fame
And who can say with certainty
Where the greatest talent lies
Or who will be the greatest
In Our Heavenly Father's eyes

























God Knows Best


Our Father knows what's best for us
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine
But He knows there must be rain

We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear

Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow
He tests us, not to punish us
But to help us meet tomorrow

For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form

God never hurts us needlessly
And He never wastes our pain
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain

And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament

For Our Father loves His children
And to Him all things are plain
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul's deep need is pain

So whenever we are troubled
And when everything goes wrong
It is just God working in us
To make our spirits strong
















Everyone Needs Someone



People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim
Not on success or on worldy fame
But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers
For only the knowledge that we're understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good
And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need
When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind
Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life's completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones and friends





















Real True Friends


When you ask God for a gift
Be thankful if he sends
Not diamonds, pearls or riches
but the love of real true friends




















Love


Love is enduring
And patient and kind
It judges all things
With the heart not the mind
And love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace
For love is unselfish
Giving more than it takes
And no matter what happens
Love never forsakes
It's faithful and trusting
And always believing
Guileless and honest
And never deceiving
Yes, love is beyond
That man can define
For love is immortal
And God's gift is divine

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