Christmas 1974, by Marie MacIntyre

With each letter that goes

From my house today,

I send my love,

And my words convey.

How much I care

To be your friend

And with Season's Greetings

My words so end.

The Gates of Heaven, by Marie MacIntyre

Oh, Father, who gives such beauty,

I thank You for this day.

May my thoughts and deeds be faultless,

As I thy teachings obey.

You have given me a bright new morning,

A time to start anew.

A time to stand up and show my worth,

If I want to come up to You.

It's time to stand up and be counted,

And show my colors true.

And when the gates of heaven are opened,

You will welcome me up to You.

Advent, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, I sit here in church
And let my thoughts go to You.
I thank you for Your loving kindness
And for all the things You do.

The glory of Your presence
With joy does fill met heart.
I know to get to Thee,
This is the way to start.

My heart so fills with joy
When I come to Thee,
And I seek to feel the glory
When you come to me.

I come to seek my Master
I know he is the way;
I feel his presence keenly
As I am here today.

Thoughts, by Marie MacIntyre

Father in this quiet time
I thank Thee.
So much you have given
And I praise you, dear Lord,
For of myself, I am nothing
But owe all to you.
So be with me and guide me
For I would come to you.
If my feet falter - I am human
But will try to do better.
Forgive me my tresspasses
And let me be slow to judge others
Who make mistakes.
Let me remember that only you are
faultless.

The Gates of Heaven, by Marie MacIntyre

Oh Father who gives such beauty,

I thank Thee for this day:

May my thoughts and deed be faultless

As I Thy teachings obey.

You have given me a bright new morning,

A time to start anew,

A time to stand up and show my worth

If I want to come up to You.

It's time to stand up and be counted

And show my colors true

And when the gates of heaven are opened

You will welcome me up to you.

Lynda, Thanks, by Marie MacIntyre

Thanks for the lovely song
Which for us you did sing.
The beauty of your message
To my heart did beauty bring.

God gave a lovely gift
Of song to you,
And the gifts that you share -
Thanks for sharing them, too.

Peter, by Marie MacIntyre

The disciples were in a boat

And watched Jesus their way to walk,

But he walked upon the water

And the disciples with fear did talk.

But Peter asked this Jesus

To tell him to come to him,

And he walked upon the water

Until he looked down, when his troubles

did begin.

Peter with fright called out,

And Jesus his hand did give,

And he walked back to boat with him,

For he in his Father's will did live.

Jesus this walk did take

To show he was a chosen one,

And when Peter took his eyes off Jesus

Found his troubles had begun.

Jesus our way to God,

A precious one was He.

He lived and died to save us,

He died to set us free.

We must keep our eyes turned upward,

For God is a heavenly one,

He opened the way to Him

When He sent his precious Son.

Speed, by Marie MacIntyre

You may be moving and yet stand still,
If your spiritual life you do not fill.

What good does it do you to seek the star,
If your inner life is all ajar?

This need for speed that fills you through
Brings no inner peace inside of you.

Slow down and listen to God's word.
To those that listen the truth is heard

In Meditation, by Marie MacIntyre

In meditation I saw twin mountains,
Lush, with a waterfall between,
And below there were green meadows,
All sparkly and green.

In the meadow, lush and verdant,
Jesus and His Apostles were there,
And my husband and I as one,
Joined the group of this One so fair.

I Knelt To Pray, by Marie MacIntyre

I knelt in church,

And prayed to my God above,

To guide me and sustain me,

In his own precious love.

While praying, I felt the presence,

And thanked my God that He,

Did care enough to listen,

To insignificant me.

I prayed that my deeds,

Would show the measure of my love,

And each would be acceptable,

And lead me to God above.

I prayed so hard I cried,

For I needed to feel His touch.

Then I saw Him standing,

This One I love so much.

He held His arms out to me,

And in thought I heard Him say,

"My child, with you I am pleased,

And I hear you when you pray."

Night, by Marie MacIntyre

Father I look out
In the darkness of night
And gaze at the stars
Up in Heaven so bright.

I look at the moon
As it shines up on high,
Surrounded by stars
In a darkened sky.

Many of God's creatures
Are snuggled in bed
As the moon takes its course
In the sky overhead.

Yet many of God's creatures
Come out in the night
And hunt by the beams
Of the moon's waving light.

Whether a day
Or a night creature we be
All praise for creation
Belongs, Lord, with Thee.

An Answer to a Prayer, by Marie MacIntyre

My son came home today

In answer to a prayer;

I've prayed so many times for this

That I know that God is there.

He's there and working with each one

And works in wondrous ways

And Father I watch Thy workings

And to you give all the praise.

I know you're working problems out

In your own glorious way,

And I'll pray and trust and give you love

As I thank You for today.

An Uncluttered Mind, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, I thank Thee
For an uncluttered mind:
The ability to think love
When others are unkind.

The ability to thank You
For what you've done:
To remember the deeds
of Your precious Son.

With Wonder I watch
What each day does bring:
The beauty of trees,
And the birds that sing.

The beauty of flowers
Around me grow:
The beauty to see
Is Thy gift, I know.

Have Faith (As A Mustard Seed), by Marie MacIntyre

Faith as a mustard seed

Will grow and grow

For when we plant our crop

We reap what ever we sow.

To reap a good crop,

We must tend it with care;

We must water, tend, and keep it

If we a crop do share.

We are each a precious seed,

And we must keep our lives in hand

Or reap the crop we sow

And have a barren land.

So Faith, as a mustard seed,

Tiny did start -

But I nourished it and tended it

From a very grateful heart.

The Exterior, by Marie MacIntyre

It was a rough earthen home,

Built with clay and sod.

But inside, love was there,

A home dedicated to God.

The mother; kindly, busy she -

Her work was never done.

Her work early did begin;

She worked from sun to sun.

Her husband and her children wore

Clothing made homespun from her loom.

Such busy, happy lives they had:

They had no time for gloom.

In another part of town,

A beautiful place did stand.

A perfect house, no love was there,

Was a jewel upon the land.

A mother here, in society

And a busy woman, she;

With clubs and cultured things,

But no time for family.

These children had a nurse to tend

Their every need and care -

Their father, was a busy man,

No time for their lives to share.

I ask you now, who has the wealth,

The gold from God above -

The wealthy, who too busy are,

Or the poor that share their love?

A Stone, by Marie MacIntyre

A stone was found upon the land
And within they found
Crabs and sea life
Which grow not on the ground.

This stone in eons gone by
Was part of ocean, too;
Perhaps in the ocean by the shore,
A part of the ocean blue.

A miracle has preserved this life
The way that it was made;
Yet, miracles are a part of life
If we are not afraid.

This land we walk may be a sea,
In time so far away;
Whatever happens I have no doubt
I'll not live to see that day.

Night, by Marie MacIntyre

After a long day I welcome You

For the rest I find at night

For the tiredness I take to bed

And wake up feeling right.

And if perchance I do not sleep

I welcome the time to be

In meditation and communion, my Lord,

Nearer, my God to Thee.

The Pathway, by Marie MacIntyre

Life of many mysteries,
Of sorrow and of pain.
I reach the top so fleetingly
And then I'm down again!

But the sorrows show me
That when joy my cup does fill,
I reach it more when the God
Inside me, has His will.

I do believe that God
Is in each precious one;
Otherwise why should He
Have sent his precious Son?

He came to be the Pathway
And His name was blessed
And if we would be fulfilled
Then we must follow like the rest.

Troubles, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, my mind is troubled
With the sorrow everywhere.
So many hearts are filled
With sorry and dispair.

But my eyes are opened
Unto Thy perfect way
And now my course is clear,
I lift my thoughts and pray.

Pray that I
The right things do,
And with each prayer, encourage
All to reach up to You.

Father, Thy staff
I do lovingly bear
And will keep it bright
With love and care.

Suzy, by Marie MacIntyre

Suzy, thy baby,
A gift of God's love
You must love, keep, and tend for
This gift from above.

As you look on your child
So precious and dear,
Your child will grow in love,
But teach him God is near.

Near to all things
When we ask Him to be
I know He cares about you
And He cares about me.

Teach your child to look up
To our God up above
For when we look up
God is aware of our love.

My Heart Sings, by Marie MacIntyre

Oh Lord my heart sings
A song loud and clear.
It sings, Lord of beauty,
Because You are near.

I wish my heart could tell
Or that my words convey
What it means to love Thee, Father,
In the all-out Christian way.

You have blessed my home,
You have blessed my Heart,
My friends and dear ones,
And that is just the start.

So many wonders
Are near each day,
And my heart sings with joy
As I go on my way.

Thank Thee Lord

Blessings, by Marie MacIntyre

Somewhere in the past
When the world was new,
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you.

God planned a wonderful world
And to each thing gave a part,
But the gift that means so much
Was the gift of two loving hearts.

Dear Father, my thanks
I give to Thee
For with this great Love
Came serenity.

Father, I thank Thee
For Thy loving heart.
May my deeds be worthy
And may I do my part.

The Rose, by Marie MacIntyre

I planted a twig with loving care,

And watched it carefully to see if life

was there.

As weeks passed by it started to grow,

I watched with loving interest for I

wanted it so.

As months slipped by a new life was there,

Then finally the scent of a rose filled

the air.

With sweet perfume to me it did come,

Is our Lord like the root that nourished

each one?

Great Physician, by Marie MacIntyre

God, may these young ones,
As they go on their rounds.
Be filled with the knowledge
That around them abound.

Oh, Great Physicians
Show each his way;
May each Your help
Take this day.

These ones a great task
They have to do;
And may their deeds
Meet the approval of You.

Beauty of Love, by Marie MacIntyre

The beauty of love,
Is a current flowing free,
A marvel that God sent,
To live in memory.

How wonderful this power,
That fills my trusting heart,
That touches man and maid,
In a precious, glowing start.

Don't treat your love too lightly,
Just remember this, each one,
When your love is treasured always,
You are the lucky one.

Artistry, by Marie MacIntyre

A Japanese artist, brush in hand

Sat and surveyed the surrounding land.

Miniature trees he also did pen

And the bonsai beauty was on the paper then.

And rocks and bridges crossed the stream:

A place to contemplate, a place to dream.

Each culture has a beauty; a part,

A gift of God's love, from His loving heart.

In Your Garden, by Marie MacIntyre

Your garden has many Flowers,
And I will plant them each with care.
One Flower stands for the truth,
That is needed everywhere.
One Flower stands for faith,
Your Bible shows me how.
Your precious word speaks out,
The how, the why, the now.
One Flower speaks for beauty,
Beauty beyond compare.
And since your book I've read,
I find it everywhere.
One Flower speaks of love,
So precious to all on earth,
And as the petals open,
I'm thankful that we are worth
The love you've shown to us,
And for the seed that's sown,
For in this precious garden
My love has grown and grown.

Beauty of Nature, by Marie MacIntyre

The laughing waves

Dashed to the shore,

Kissed the earth

And ran back as before.

The trees their merriment

Tried to hide,

For they played this game

With a ceaseless tide.

Flowers scattered

In the grass so green:

A picture of beauty

To be seen.

All nature bows

To our God above

Who gave such beauty,

The measure of His love.

Hanama Bay, by Marie MacIntyre

In memory my thoughts do stray,
To happy days in Hanama Bay;
The sand was white and clean
The bay was beautiful - like a dream.

A dream so perfect on the sunfilled sea,
A dream we shared, both you and me -
A natural bay, protected there,
A place to swim without a care.

Lord, I thank Thee for the beauty given
me,
In letting me see Thy beauty flowing
free;
So much beauty that must find word:
When our eyes are opened, Thy voice is
heard.

God In His Love, by Marie MacIntyre

God in His love has been good to me,

I thank Him for every day that I see.

May I in my way bring joy out of pain,

To serve the dear Lord,

'til He calls me again.

A life filled with love,

I dedicate, Lord, to You.

May my deeds show my worth,

In what I say, and I do.

Darling, by Marie MacIntyre

One glorious day
You found. me, dear
And life has been a symphony
Whenever you are near.

Each moment that we share
Has been a world apart;
The beauty of your love
Has filled my willing heart.

My God has been so good
So wonderful to me,
And I'm thankful that you share
This Love so gratefully.

To My Doctor, by Marie MacIntyre

How could I be so lucky,
To have a doctor like you.

Your concern for all your patients,
Shows in the things you do.

Memories to Grown On, by Marie MacIntyre

It was an old thatched cottage
By a stream;
Built by two people,
The beginning of a dream.

The house stood there
Among the trees,
Tall sentinels
Guarding memories.

Children were born,
And great the joy;
First a girl,
And then a boy.

Each grew up
And their ways did go,
And often come back
For they loved it so.

Their children they bring,
And they play by the stream
And share the wonder
Of their Grandparents' dream.

Restless Sea, by Marie MacIntyre

Restless Sea upon the shore,
You sweep the sands and come back
somemore.

What shall I find upon the Sands -
Glass floats from a far off land?

Strange creatures dot the sand.
Are they found in a far off land?

Sands of white, and sometimes black
To these sands I would get back -

To my Islands across the sea.
I hear their voices calling me.

The Clock, by Marie MacIntyre

As you survey the world around
What stories you could tell
Of people who have passed your way
Laughter, tears and courage as well.

As your time ticks by
What shall it show -
A life of serving
For God as we go?

May I waste not one moment
To show my great Love
For Jesus Christ,
God's son from above.

Redwood, by Marie MacIntyre

If you could but speak to me,

What story you would tell,

Of long forgotten people,

And animals as well?

So mighty you stand,

To reach up above.

Are you conscious of God's spirit,

And his eternal love?

Many the nest,

You bore in your trees.

Those birds are gone,

But leave memories.

I wish you could tell,

The things you have seen,

Of man's fragile grasp,

Of God's greater scheme.

Mount Rainier, by Marie MacIntyre

Oh, mountain of beauty,

With thy lofty air,

Mantled with snow,

A vision so fair.

Bright little flowers,

Bright greens of trees,

An abundance of waterfalls,

Are nestled in these.

In each time of year,

So much beauty to touch,

A sign of God's care,

That He loves us so much.

How could we deserve,

Such beauty from above,

If God didn't want to show us,

The proof of His love?

Weeping Willow, by Marie MacIntyre

For years the house stood vacant,
And neglected and left to stand;
Unused and useless -
A blotch upon the land.

The yard was let go,
Upon its weedful way.
The willow stood dejected
And then boughs did decay.

The house was then refinished
And the yard put back in shape.
The willow trimmed with care;
What a difference it did make.

The willow now is green
And with beauty now has grown.
If we the time do take,
We reap what e'er is sown.

Our lives are like the tree,
If useless and let decay.
We the choice do make
And we the price do pay.

In Thanks, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, how can I thank Thee
For the love You have shown
By serving Thee with love
For the love I have known.
This I can do
For I owe You so much,
For my precious family,
And the love of Your touch.
You touch all things with beauty
In Thy own glorious way;
With Thy words to write today.

To God, by Marie MacIntyre

I took a trip upon a plane
And watched the earth below;
I saw the multi-colored grounds
And fields that men did sow.

How must we look to our God above?
A dot in the cosmic scene?
How great his love to care for us
And be interested in the things we dream.

Take Time for Me, by Marie MacIntyre

God says, "If you love me

Take time for Me,

My love as strong standard

For others to see."

The ways that we show Him

Are the ways of our deeds.

When we truely serve Him,

He takes care of our needs.

If we follow the Master

We follow the Son.

God knows all our needs

Before they have begun.

Some trials we are given

To live day by day

But God's armour protects us,

And passes them away.

My Betty, by Marie MacIntyre

Betty, my child,

So dear in my life

God's arm is about you

The rest of your life.

Your life filled with honor

For the God from above.

God will always be with you

To show His great love.

God gives us all trials,

All turmoil and strife.

But when we turn to God

He treasures our life.

So, child of my heart,

A gift given to me.

I'm proud that you honor

The God that I see.

God Bless You Dear

Your Mother

Martha, My Child, by Marie MacIntyre

Martha, my child,
My love you have known,
When you have had the need
This love I have shown.

This love that I feel
From God I have known,
For with God's arm about me
I am never alone.

Take God to your heart dear.
This is the only way,
For God is there in trials
And He is there to stay.

I love this God, I know,
And He's taken away each fear,
For when I ask His help,
His help is always near.

God Bless You Dear
Your Mother

In Gratitude, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, my love
Grows stronger each day;
My faith, a strong pillar
Whenever I pray.

You are so great
And I am so small;
Yet your loves always there
Whenever I call.

I pray that I'm worthy
To merit such care;
My Faith, a strong standard
I'll share and I'll share.

Debby, by Marie MacIntyre

The Lord rejoices at your wedding today,

We know he is with you as you go on your way.

Oh Father we thank you for all that you do,

When you presence is with us our course is

true.

So Father be with them and guide what they do

For no home is complete if it doesn't have you.

For My Grandmother

About 40 years ago my Grandmother Elizabeth Marie MacIntyre passed, to go sing with her Lord in paradise.

My Grandfather, Charles Byron MacIntyre, visited us in Denver. He had typed up her poems and put them into a book, and he gave me a copy.

I've carried it with me now for nearly four decades, going to read her poems from time to time.

I don't know if any other copies exist. I didn't want her poems to die. Thus this blog.

If you knew my grandmother, you knew that she cared for the weak and the poor. This was one of the gifts that she passed down to me. 

She had great faith in God. You will see this in her poetry.

I will never forget picking wild watercress and making soup with her. I loved her watercress soup!

I will also never forget her threat: "If you don't behave, I'll sit on you!" We shaped right up when she said that!

Grandma MacIntyre, I feel your heart inside mine. May you know my love for you this day, for it's true.

December 31, 2019