The
Rose Beyond the Wall

Near a shady wall a rose once grew, 

Budded and blossomed in God's free light, 

Watered and fed by the morning dew, 

Shedding it's sweetness day and night.



As it grew and blossomed fair and tall, 

Slowly rising to loftier height, 

It came to a crevice in the wall 

Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength 

With never a thought of fear or pride, 

It followed the light through the crevice's length 

And unfolded itself on the other side.



The light, the dew, the broadening view 

Were found the same as they were before, 

And it lost itself in beauties new, 

Breathing it's fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve 

And make our courage faint and fall?

Nay! Let us faith and hope receive-- 

The rose still grows beyond the wall, 

Scattering fragrance far and wide 

Just as it did in days of yore, 

Just as it did on the other side, 

Just as it will forevermore.

~ A. L. Frink ~

Whispering
Hope



Soft as the voice of an Angel

Breathing a lesson unheard

Hope with a gentle persuasion

Whispers her comforting word

Wait, till the darkness is over

Wait, till the tempest is done

Hope for the sunshine tomorrow

After the shower is gone

Whispering hope

Oh, how welcome thy voice

Making my heart

In its sorrow rejoice

If in the dusk of the twilight

Dim be the region afar

Will not the deepening darkness

Brighten the glimmering star

Then, when the night is upon us

Why should the heart sink away

When the dark midnight is over

Watch for the breaking of day

Whispering hope

Oh, how welcome thy voice

Making my heart

In its sorrow rejoice

The Cross In My Pocket

I carry a Cross in my
pocket

A simple reminder to me

Of the fact that I am a Christian

No matter where I may be.

This little Cross is not
magic

Nor is it a good luck charm

It isn't meant to protect me

From every physical harm.

It's not for
identification

For all the world to see

It simply is an understanding

Between my Savior and me.

When I put my hand in my
pocket

To bring out a coin or key

The Cross is there to remind me

Of the price he paid for me.

It reminds me too, to be
thankful

For the blessings day by day

And to strive to serve Him better

In all that I do and say.

It's also a daily
reminder

Of the peace and comfort I share

With all who know my Master

And give themselves to His care.

So I carry a Cross in my
pocket

Reminding me, no one but me

That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life

If only I let Him be.

~ Verna Thomas ~

 Journey
to Heaven

I
am going on a journey

To
a place I long to go

A
land that’s filled with angels

Where
the peaceful valleys flow.

I
have no need for luggage

So
I plan to travel light

A
first-class trip to heaven

It’s
a non-returning flight.

There
won’t be tears of sadness

Sweet
blessings I will reap

A
torch will burn eternal

And
the soul doth never sleep.

I
do not need an auto

There
is no bus or train

My
journey is predestined

And
I won’t be back again.

No
need for food or shelter

Everything
I need is there

My
home that lies in heaven

Is
a joy beyond compare.

I
am ready for my venture

Got
the voucher in my hand

I’m
bound for Zion glory

In
that far-off distant land. 

I
am headed for that City

My
flight was paid for me

To
a land of peace and beauty

Just
beyond the crystal sea.

I
soon will have my ticket

There
is no need to pack

On
a one-way trip to heaven

And
I won’t be coming back.