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.