A collection
of poems written by Barbara
Davis
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Through God's
Eyes
When God looks down from
heaven, I wonder, "what
does He see?"
Is it His sweet Holy Spirit,
gently shining through
me?
Does He see me humble,
quiet and kind?
Or always rebellious and
heedlessly speaking my
mind?
And what of my family,
the ones I hold dear?
Am I am fountain of love
or am I someone to fear?
Does my husband regard
me as gracious, submissive
and wise?
Or am I always brawling
and contentious in his
eyes?
Am I a godly, compassionate
friend, indeed?
Giving, forgiving and
meeting the need?
Or do I gossip, hurt feelings
and create strife?
Oh, I wonder what others
see in my life!
Do they see my Saviour
living in me?
Do they see me reading
my Bible or my bended
knee?
Do they see me lifting
my voice in worship and
praise?
How does the world see
me spending my days?
When God looks from Heaven,
what does He see?
Is it a willing servant
or the old selfish me?
Lord, mold me and make
me all you want me to
be,
So that the fruit of your
Spirit is all you can
see!
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My Morning Prayer
Lord, everyone has a
burden,
A cross that they must
bear.
Everyone has a problem,
That they need someone
to share.
Lord, I don't ask for
riches,
Fame and beauty is not
my prayer.
If my friend has a problem,
Lord,
I just want her to know
I care.
Lord, I don't want to
be anything,
That you would not want
me to be.
I just want to be more
like my Saviour.
Your love shining through
me.
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My Bible
Beautiful words leap
from the pages to me,
Alive with messages God
wants me to see.
Words full of power and
words full of love
Tell how He created the
earth and heavens above.
They tell of my Saviour
and abundant life,
Of strength in my weakness
and victory over strife,
Of my Blessed Redeemer
and grace for every need,
At the right hand of God,
the words tell me, my
case He does plead.
They tell of the Holy
Spirit and the comfort
He brings,
So a heart once broken,
now joyfully can sing!
Words full of truth tell
of life everlasting
and of mountains moved
by only prayer and fasting.
Beautiful words tell
how God freely gave
His darling only Son my
sinful soul to save.
He has gone to prepare
a place just for me,
So that one day with Jesus
forever I'll be!
But until His return,
I'll be what He wants
me to be,
And I'll cling those the
words
He has written for me.
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I'm Listening
I'm listening, Lord
Yearning and wanting to
hear
Words that will comfort
and lift me
And bring your presence
near.
I'm listening, Lord
For what you will tell
me today,
Words that will lead me
and guide me
And keep me from going
astray.
I'm listening, Lord
For words to help me be
bold,
So that I can tell the
salvation story
To those that are lost
and cold.
I'm listening, Lord
For words that will show
me the way
To be more kind and loving
And perhaps brighten someone's
day.
Thank you for listening,
Lord
To my humble and lowly
prayer,
For saving me, sealing
me, keeping me
Safe in your loving care.
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My Pastor's Wife
Lord; bless my precious
pastor's wife,
Walk with her every day.
Grant her love and strength
and courage,
And lots of laughter along
her way.
When she lifts her voice
to you, Lord,
Whether it be in song
or prayer
Pour out your sweet, sweet
Spirit
To remind her how much
You care.
Protect her precious
family,
God. Hide them safely
beneath Thy wing
Keep them close to you,
dear Jesus
Safe from any harm this
world would bring.
Though we cannot always
be together,
So many things will keep
us apart,
My friend will always
be with me.
We are sisters of the
heart.
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From A Mother's
Heart
My son's are both grown
up now.
It happened much too soon.
Our home that once was
crowded,
Now has too much room.
To me it seems like yesterday,
those teddy bears, bedtime
prayers
and monsters in the night.
Skinned knees, climbing
trees
and sometimes a brotherly
fight.
Ball games, stereos,
trumpets and guitars,
Followed soon by best
friends,
"discovering"
girls,
the Senior Prom and cars.
They are such lovely
memories.
I cherish every one.
I wasn't a perfect mother.
I left a lot undone.
But they both belong
to Jesus.
Of this, I have no doubt!
If Christ should come
tomorrow,
Neither son will be left
out.
I don't know what the
future holds.
It may be joy or tears.
But by God's grace I'll
serve Him,
With all my coming years.
I want to do my very
best for Him,
With gratefulness and
praise.
For He saved this unworthy
mother
And the sons He gave me
to raise.
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The Lighthouse
This poem was written
in 1991 and dedicated
to Lighthouse Baptist
Church in Anniston, Alabama.
It was during a Missions
Conference at this church
that I surrendered the
rest of my life to be
a missionary in Mexico.
There's a Lighthouse
in our town,
It's beacon shining bright.
It sends the message of
a Saviour,
The Way, the Truth, the
Light.
This Lighthouse on the
hillside
Glows with the light of
Love
Reaching out to souls
around it
With truth from God above.
It tells how Christ died
on Calvary
Our sinful souls to save
Rejected, mocked and tortured
Yet His life He willingly
gave.
The people in this lighthouse
Come from many races,
nations and creeds
But everyone found the
same Saviour
He answered all their
needs.
Come on up to the Lighthouse.
Come in from the lonely
dark.
Accept God's gift of forgiveness;
And find a brand new heart.
And when you leave the
Lighthouse;
With a clean heart and
Heavenly home;
You can go with calm assurance;
For you will never be
alone.
(Note: I pray that
everyone that reads this
poem has already come
to know Jesus, my Lighthouse
and shelter during storms.
A mere building cannot
save but my Jesus can
and does!)
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It is Finished
From Heaven, God looked
down upon His Creation.
He saw the mountains,
the sea and man.
Satisfied, He said, "It
is finished;
Come, it is time to rest."
From the Cross, Christ
looked down through the
years.
He saw my sin, my heartaches
and fears.
And for those He cried,
"It is finished,
Believe and enter my rest"
Since the day I gave
Him heart, my soul, my
all,
I have been waiting and
anxiously listening,
For that final trumpet
call;
"Come Home child,
it is finished;
Forever enter my rest."
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Precious Jewels
Far above rubies, Lord,
let me be.
A symbol of virtue for
my loved ones to see
Like a thousand diamonds
shining so bright,
Let all that I do, reflect
my Saviour's light.
The gems of this world
can be costly and rare
But nuggets of truth,
God will freely share
When I open His Word and
begin to read
I find riches untold for
my every need.
I cannot repay Him, for
salvation's free
A gift of grace, that
He purchased for me
More gifts of grace, He
gives me each day
So that I may witness,
and show others the way
Oh, let me live so that
others may see
The hope and the joy that
lies within me
Precious jewels for Him,
are the souls that I've
won
Pearls of great price,
no longer lost and alone.
No jewels can compare
to that wonder to be
When I enter Heaven, and
Jesus I see!
I'll lay at His feet,
the crowns I have won
And sing praises forever
to God the Son.
