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Let Me Tell You How


Let me tell you how

We can live, again,

In a Land so glorious;

Without a trace of sin.


Jesus will be there

(Sonlight in the air!);

Constant and abiding love,

Always sincere care ...


And it will be

So glorious to see.

His love for, you and me,

Will last forever.


Amazing grace!

We'll see His blessed face,

A mansion in that place,

And we'll leave it never.


Just trust Him, every day.

Keep your faith so strong.

One day, you'll see gates of pearl.

It won't be very long.


A smile upon His face ~

Tender, precious, grace;

A hundred million perfect years,

Where time will all erase.


Yes, it will be so glorious to see.

His love, for you and me,

Will last forever!


Amazing grace!

We'll see His blessed face,

A mansion in that Place.

We'll leave it never.











© 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.




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My Mother's Knee

My Mother’s Knee

I have worshiped in church and chapel,

I've prayed on the busy street;

I have sought my God and found Him

Where the waves of the ocean beat.

I have knelt in silent forest,

In the shade of some ancient tree;

But the dearest of all my altars

Was the one at my mother's knee.

The things in my life that are worthy

Were born in my mother's breast,

And breathed into mine by the magic

Of the love her life expressed.

The years that brought me manhood

Have taken her far from me,

But memory keeps me from straying

Too far from my mother's knee.

O God, make me the man of her vision

And purge me from selfishness;

God keep me true to her standard

help me to live to bless.

God hallow the holy impress

Of the days that used to be,

And keep me a pilgrim forever

At the shrine of my mother's knee.


Author unknown.

Came from the Story of Jesus.

A little paper i get from
Submitted By:©© 2005 Joan Clifton Costner
Under His WingsHeavenly Poetry



Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link Back To This Blog. Thank-You.

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