Authors: Helen Steiner Rice
Tags: #Poetry, #Subjects & Themes, #Inspirational & Religious
It’s true we have never looked on His face,
But His likeness shines forth from every place,
For the hand of God is everywhere
Along life’s busy thoroughfare,
And His presence can be felt and seen
Right in the midst of our daily routine.
Things we touch and see and feel
Are what make God so very real.
You’re lovable, you’re wonderful,
You’re as sweet as you can be,
There’s nobody in all the world
Who means so much to me;
I love you more than life itself,
You make my dreams come true,
Forever is not long enough
For me to be near to you.
Love is much more than a tender caress
And more than bright hours of happiness,
For a lasting love is made up of sharing
Both hours that are joyous and also despairing.
It’s made up of patience and deep understanding
And never of stubborn or selfish demanding
It’s made up of climbing the steep hills together
And facing with courage life’s stormiest weather.
And nothing on earth or in heaven can part
A love that has grown to be part of the heart
And just like the sun and the stars and the sea,
This love will go on through eternity,
For true love lives on when earthly things die,
For it’s part of the spirit that soars to the sky.
In this sick world of hatred and violence and sin,
Where society renounces morals
and rejects discipline,
We stumble in darkness groping vainly for light
To distinguish the difference
between wrong and right …
But dawn cannot follow this night of despair
Unless faith lights a candle in all hearts everywhere …
And warmed by the glow, our hate melts away
And love lights the path to a peaceful new day.
Mothers are special people
In a million different ways,
And merit loving compliments
And many words of praise,
For a mother’s aspiration
Is for her family’s success,
To make the family proud of her
And bring them happiness …
And like our heavenly Father,
She’s a patient, loving guide,
Someone we can count on
To be always on our side.
The unexpected kindness from an unexpected place,
A hand outstretched in friendship,
a smile on someone’s face,
A word of understanding spoken in a time of trial
Are unexpected miracles that make life more worthwhile.
We know not how it happened that in an hour of need
Somebody out of nowhere proved to be a friend indeed …
For God has many messengers we fail to recognize,
But He sends them when we need them,
and His ways are wondrous and wise …
So keep looking for an angel and keep listening to hear,
For on life’s busy, crowded streets, you will find
God’s presence near.
God sends His little angels in many forms and guises.
They come as lovely miracles that God alone devises,
For He does nothing without purpose,
everything’s a perfect plan
To fulfill in bounteous measure all
He ever promised man …
For every little angel with a body bent or broken
Or a little mind challenged or little words unspoken
Is just God’s way of trying to reach out
and touch the hands
Of all who do not know Him
and cannot understand
That often through an angel
whose wings will never fly
The Lord is pointing out the way to His eternal sky,
Where there will be no handicaps
of body, soul, or mind
And where all limitations will be
dropped and left behind …
So accept these little angels as gifts from God above,
And thank Him for this lesson in faith
and hope and love.
Oh, God of love look down and bless
This radiant bride with happiness,
And fill her life with love’s sweet song,
Enough to last her whole life long …
And give her patience when things disturb
So she can somehow gently curb
Hasty words in anger spoken,
Leaving two hearts sad and broken …
And give her guidance all through life
And keep her a loving, faithful wife.
A mother’s love is something that no one can explain—
It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish and enduring,
come what may,
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
It believes beyond believing when the
world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest,
brightest gems.
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret like the
mysteries of creation—
A many-splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender, guiding hand.