Let's Pray
By Melody Schamel
Back trouble healed,
And souls come back to God.
Because faith comes,
When my pastor says
Let’s pray.
Gathered in the kitchen,
Around food Holy Ghost hands have made.
Laughing with my friends about something that they say.
But oh, the joy when we bow our heads
And my father says,
Let’s pray.
Sitting at the table
Talking of business and work for the next day
My little brother comes and says his stomach hurts,
And he has been feeling bad all day.
Everything is paused as our hands on him we lay,
Then again, those blessed words my father does say,
Let’s pray.
Going about my day,
Doing chores and singing on my way.
Mother says Melody, I want us all to pray.
I gather with my sisters in the living room,
We share whom have been on our hearts,
And mother says,
Let’s pray.
Walking down to Bible study,
We have every day,
I walk through the living room
To get coffee on its way.
But I stop for a moment
When I see my mother on her knees
And in my heart,
I hear the call
You can go to Jesus with your all.
No matter where you are today,
May you hear something say
Let’s Pray.
Now I have found a blessed peace
When trouble comes around.
A ear that’s always open,
When I have been bound.
Never ignore that call
When whispered in your ear,
For Jesus wants to talk to you
And to tell you that He’s near.
Stop for just a moment
May you hear today
Let’s pray
Poetry is not for me!
By Ben Schamel
It certainly is not for me.
To write the rhyme,
Takes too much time!
How to make it flow,
I cannot know.
I can not seem to make the rhythm,
To show it's colors like a prism.
Just like I have said
I would rather play instead!
I cannot stand this poetry,
It will drive me up a tree!
If you put this all together,
I absolutely cannot weather,
All of the time
That I have tried to rhyme.
My Mighty Warrior!
By Jannice Schamel
Across the field a band he led.
These soldiers followed with heads held high,
Against the clear, blue cloudless sky.
Where are they headed? To where doth he lead?
Down to the garden, to plant the seed.
In the garden row by row,
I watch them plant, I watch them grow.
My little soldiers in the Army of God
Sow their seeds among the sod.
Though it may look like child's play
They are growing in wisdom day by day.
A little stronger, a little taller
Did they grow while in the holler?
Aye, the pride must show in my face,
As I watch my little ones grow in grace.
Gabriel Isaac
By Jannice Schamel
Like fresh fallen snow
Peer out above flushed
Cheeks below.
Four teeth white and straight
Between plump pink lips clearly state
He's happy to be here
Glad to see you dear!
Would you like to play?
Peek-a-boo is the game of the day.
Ittsy Bitty Betsy Grace
By Jannice Schamel
Splattered across her nose,
Stand out beneath her
Red Curls bouncing as she goes.
A smile brightening the darkest of places
And pretty little dresses of laces,
Little girls are such a delight.
No wonder children are a parent's might!
Missing Father
Out the window wave goodbye,
Just as Father prepares to fly,
Little Job begins to cry,
Already missing Father.
We round the dinner table gather,
Missing our courageous Father,
Mother, brother as well as daughter,
Pray we’ll soon safely be together.
Waiting for the phone to ding,
When it does the children sing,
For there is no more precious thing,
As when Father’s voice doth ring.
How much longer must we wait,
Before we hear our Father’s gait,
Upon the floor of our blessed home,
And each our work he will condone?
~Amber Schamel
From Father when he read the poem
Sitting here all alone
read your poem, to late to phone,
wipe a tear, my heart goes out,
the best daughter in the world, no doubt!
can't wait to see her eyes so green
sparkling like the New Zealand sea's
feel the hug I know will come
we will laugh & giggle some
talk about how the trip, it went?
miss the Mom who is heaven sent
only thing would make more ache
is longing for the pearly gates!
~Dale Schamel