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?