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.