As you can see by the title...this is the "Poet's Corner." My friends usually call me "Marge." The writing of these poems actually grew out of needing Christmas Cards with a Scriptural message; and, it just took off from there. The first year or two, I would try to come up with one for each month that had a special day; which led to a book. I sincerely hope that doesn't happen again! It's busy enough around here just keeping my husband's books typed and sent to printers. But, it's my job and I love it. If you love your job, they say, you never work a day in your life. I not only love my job; but, I love my boss, too! It is the joy of my life to work along side my husband, Dr. Max D. Younce. So, that's who I am and why I am here.
I have a great many poems and since our Web Hosts, the GraceNet, are as we speak probably migrating our web site to its new home, I am going to post just a few for the present. In the future, I will organize and expand this page. I HAVE SOME POEMS IN THE LEFT HAND NAVIGATION MENU.
Well...Thanks for stopping by...Have a blessed day!
The Sunday we call Resurrection Sunday will soon be upon us...
God’s “Cold Case Files”
Between three and six of a dark afternoon,
On the 14th of Nisan, about A.D. 33,
The seminal event of all time occurred,
The Perfect Lamb of God died on Calvary.
“But not for himself,” the Prophet Daniel shares
As his witness from long ago is hurled.
The Baptist testified about this “Perfect Lamb,”
Who “taketh away the sins of the world.”
Hear the witness of the beloved Apostle John.
“He came unto his own, but they received him not,”
They chose their tradition, and not the Living Word,
With closed eyes and ears, they began to plot.
But, hear the admonition of the Apostle Paul,
To the Church, he named the “Wild Olive Tree.”
“Boast not against the branches,” broken off;
But be thankful for the Root that beareth thee.
He warns the world in Romans, Chapter Three,
No man can be saved by law, works, or race.
This convicts the whole world as “guilty before God.”
Throw yourself on God’s Mercy and plead His Grace.
For evidence about this seeming tragic event,
From which we take our recording of time,
We look into the pages of God’s Holy Word,
Where we find a truth most sublime!
The Savior’s sacrifice was foreordained
Before the world’s foundation was built;
And though he was slain by wicked hands,
Holy hands could have done it without guilt.
Men, in faith, could have gently lifted Him up,
Waiting three days and three nights at the tomb,
Perhaps to even witness another great event,
His Resurrection as He emerged from death’s gloom!
Well, all the evidence is in; and,
All the witnesses have testified.
Redemption’s price has been paid,
The world’s sin debt has been satisfied.
The price for your home in Heaven has been paid.
The Savior outstretches His arms to you in grace,
Please don’t reject His gift of Salvation free,
And choose the flames of Hell in its place.
Remember the afternoon hours of three and six,
On the 14th of Nisan, about the Year 33,
When the seminal event of all time occurred,
The Perfect Lamb of God died for you on Calvary!
We must not forget Mother's Day in May!
Mother's up in Heaven, now;
She left her legacy behind.
Much more precious far than gold:
Or any diamond mined.
I took it down from the shelf,
It's pages are old and worn.
Some are even stained with tears
From unknown sorrows born.
And where she underlined a verse,
There's a message there for me.
Of course, I know them all by heart,
I learned them at her knee.
That's where I came to know the Lord
At a very tender age.
She taught that "Jesus died for me,"
From each Salvation page.
"We have not, because we ask not,"
She often used to say;
Then, she took us to the Throne of Grace,
And taught us how to pray.
Each night we heard her pray for us.
"They're your children, too," she'd say.
"Thou who sees the sparrow's fall,
Guide my children's steps each day."
She taught us how to "grow in grace,"
By daily reading of God's Word.
She taught us by example,
A silent lesson, clearly heard.
And, if we had a problem,
"The Bible's where the answer's found."
That's what Mother lived before us;
When she's not around.
And so, I turn to John Three Sixteen,
With my little one at my knee.
I teach him what my Mother taught,
"That Jesus died for me."
Simply I explain to him,
"All you have to do is believe
Jesus died to pay for your sin,
And Eternal Life you'll receive."
Mother's legacy was not her Bible;
But, the truth each page contains;
And, if we teach our children these,
My Mother's legacy remains.
"...Silver and gold have I none; but
such as I have give I thee:..." Acts 3:6b
Here is one of my favorites...
A Mother's Journey Home
An aged mother neared the end
Of her journey here on earth.
She smiled at the faces around her bed,
Of the children she had birthed;
Then she closed her eyes in peace,
Knowing that Heaven was her Home.
The “transport” angels came to take her,
So through the skies she would not roam.
As they were soaring by a cloud,
She looked back, exclaiming, “Wait!”
Mothers have a tone of voice,
That even makes an angel hesitate.
What’s troubling you? one Angel asked;
As he brushed a tear from her face.
“One son has not accepted Jesus!
He does not know God’s grace!
I must go back to try once more.
Perhaps I did not explain it clearly.
I just can’t think of eternity
Without the son I love so dearly!”
Since they were passing by a cloud,
They paused upon its edge.
“Beloved Mother, Do not worry
You have our Savior’s solemn pledge.”
His Word will not return unto Him void.
Your son must believe the truth he’s been told.
The proof of a job well-done is,
All, but one, are in the fold.
You have taught your children well,
That all are sinners and need God’s grace;
And the only way they could receive it
Is to believe Christ died in their place.”
The angels gently resumed the journey,
“Beloved Mother, you still must go.
Trust the Pledge of our Precious Savior,
Who paid for His sin so long ago.
In a moment, she was on Heaven’s Threshold,
Joyously uniting with loved ones there.
Her peace was found in trusting God’s Word.
Never again did she have an earthly care.
In this poem, we’ll say, the son believed;
That Jesus died to pay for his sin;
Receiving the perfection needed for Heaven.
And the assurance he’ll see Mother again.
If you’re someone whose Mother’s in Heaven;
But, you’re not sure that you would go.
Accept Christ’s payment for your sin on the Cross;
Then, you too, a heavenly home will know.
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.. .”Acts 16:31; Luke 16:22; Isaiah 55:11
Here is the latest book entitled "The Times of Our Lives: The Wisdom of Solomon." Rachel York was kind enough to collaborate with her beautiful water colors.
Just in case you are wondering...here is my first book...