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.