Love Through Me

Father, take this life I give to You.
Please guide and direct me each day through.
Cleanse me from selfish and grasping ways.
Let Your love flow through me all my days.

I need cleansing and filling each day,
Or else I'll walk in my own way.
Help me, Savior, each day to renew
Dedication of myself to You.

The world crowds in, so much to be done;
I need real help from Spirit and Son.
When fear would grip me and troubles come,
Send me Your peace, and the war is won!

In simple child-like faith and real trust
I turn, dear Lord, to You... It's a must!
I pray for others who have no hope.
Without Jesus Christ they blindly grope!

Lord, make my life a good example.
On others' lives don't let me trample.
Help me to encourage in the way,
And thus bring You glory every day.

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

A Hard Question

He said, "You be holy as I am holy".
Is that possible, Lord, in this life?
I'm a human being with mind so lowly
And hassled daily with pain and strife.

It's just too very hard, this strict command of His,
A thing I can't wrap my mind around.
How can a human being, who's not a whiz,
Understand it's meaning and abound?

How to fully embrace it without seeming
a "know it all" with mind in the clouds,
Looking unreal to those He'd be redeeming?
Dare I dig, separate from the crowd?

It is so very painful, this reshaping,
As He melts and molds this earthly clay.
A beautiful vessel He would be making
If I let Him work in His own way.

Lord, You promised to finish what You started
When I gave You my life and my heart.
Help me to trust that Your goals won't be thwarted
When I yield as I did at the start.

Elizabeth Elliot wrote, "God will never disappoint us.
He loves us and has only one purpose for us:
holiness which, in His Kingdom, equals joy".

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois


What is retirement for a woman or man?
Is it meant for play and go all you can?
Sure, it will be very nice not to set the alarm;
But too much resting and eating can bring harm

To our tired aging bodies and idle minds.
Each must be creative with time he finds.
If one likes to stay home and the other go,
Disagreements happen to bring them woe.

They say, "If you agree on all, one's unnecessary";
Talk, give and take can't be done solitary.
It takes two to come to agreement or "fuss"
About things that involve "the both of us."

A housewife can't completely retire, she finds;
There's cleaning, cooking, washing too, some times.
To find time for hobbies they must be creative,
Could send out for dinner, or just go native,

Each fix their own or learn to read a cookbook.
Cabinets and "fridges"... places to look.
Togetherness is sought and highly rated.
Should it be completely unabated?

It shouldn't be. The time is not always for . . . "WE!"
Each one should have close Christian friends, his and hers.
"She married him for love, not lunch", is the saying.
But, for long life for each, they are praying.

She has friends who are single, have lost their mate;
Some would like to have one on which to wait.
Others, alone, find life exciting and busy;
Their plans and travels keep them "in a tizzy."
We elders find changes make it hard to cope...

Find "the upward look" always brings hope.
Lord, we need Your guiding hand to steer this ship,
And, when appropriate, "button our lip."
Help us always to be flexible a little,
Find life in You exciting... it's no riddle.

May our lives and Christian homes help teach the young
That two can be one 'till You call us home.

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

Ponder The Cross

They wanted Him to be their king.
Their lives were hard and their taxes high.
They wished freedom of Roman rule.
They shouted Hosanna as He rode by.

He knew this path led to the cross
Where He would then die, the sinless One.
He'd take the weight of all our sin
Before His commission on earth was done.

They placed His body in a tomb.
The soldiers guarded in case they'd steal.
By infinite power He rose!
The disciples saw Him...knew He was real!

Oh, glorious morn! He is risen!
Death could not keep...He is victorious!
He has now conquered all His foes.
He lives for me! Oh, message glorious!

But these are written that you may believe
that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God,
and that by believing you may have life in His name.
John 20:31

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

The Surprise of Getting Older

Young look with pity or disdain;
Don't they know you still feel young inside?
The girl who was is still in there,
Tho' outward appearance would belie.

Looks question as you try to sing;
Don't they know the music's still inside?
The songs you used to sing are there.
Tho' stiffened vocal cords would belie.

They watch you as you limp around.
Don't they know you're still skipping inside?
Memories of carefree walk... still there.
Tho' aching, creaking joints would belie.

Will they remember, as you were?
Don't they know the real you is inside?
Need of acceptance is still there;
Tho' fading mem'ry, health would belie.

I won't be "that grouchy old lady"!
Abiding heart and soul deep inside
To encourage the young who see...
Help faith and trust, this NOT to belie.

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,
they will grow like a Cedar of Lebanon; planted
in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in
the courts of our God. They will still bear
fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green,
proclaiming, "The Lord is upright; He is my
Rock, and there is no wickedness in Him."
Psalm 92:12 – 15

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

The Spirit's Sword

Thy Word's a lamp unto my feet
Is what the Bible said;
But can it guide you day to day
With pages not yet read?

Your spiritual life depends on
Time in the Word of God.
In this world of such fearful things
We need our feet be shod.

Hear the Word with a noble heart.
Keep it and bear much fruit.
That's the promise found in His Word.
Grow as a tender shoot.

The seed will grow when it's planted
In good receptive soil.
Invest life in eternal things
Where weeds and thieves can't spoil.

Hide God's Word deep within your heart.
Let its lamp brightly shine.
Listen to it and do what's right;
So abide in the Vine.

Therefore take up the full armor of God that you
may be able to resist in the evil day, and having
done everything, to stand firm. Stand firm therefore,
having girded your loins with Truth, and having put
on the breastplate of righteousness and having shod
your feet with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace...
taking up the shield of faith... and take the helmet of
salvation and the sword of the Spirit which is the
Word of God.
From - Ephesians 6

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

Let Us Live Cream

Folks talk cream but just live skim milk;
So said a famous preacher.
For some the words just flow like silk,
The tongue, their foremost feature.

Lips may utter spiritual words,
May sound like top grade cream…
Put forth music like singing birds,
Just as easy as a dream.

Let us not speak "with forked tongue";
But ask our God to cleanse
Our own secret faults which have sprung
From our life's distorted lens.

Lord, harmonize our walk and talk.
Work deep within our hearts.
Grow us strong and don't let us balk
When the devil throws his darts.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my
heart be pleasing in Your sight,
O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Psalm 19: 14

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

The Wound

This was written to help hurting people find healing

A tender young tree grew by a beautiful stream.
It would surely do quite well there, it would seem.
The trunk grew straight and strong in the wind.
All its branches and leaves would wave and bend.

Then someone came walking by that bank
Wielding a sharp axe which he heavily sank
Into that young tree in all its splendor.
The ax stuck tight and the tree did render

Sap to run and bind and help heal that wound.
The tree grew as if the axe had only pruned.
It grew around the axe head 'til all one could see...
The top of the axe sticking out of the tree.

The sharp blade was still right there inside;
Its wound, evidently, the tree couldn't hide.
Through years of growing, try as it would,
It couldn't grow normally as a young tree should.

It gave shade each Spring, pretty leaves each Fall;
Still something was not quite right after all.
Though it began with a healthy, smooth trunk,
Now it was lumpy, crooked, and looked like junk.

The young girl grew in such an idyllic setting.
She'd do well with the care she'd be getting.
She was loved, always taken to church.
She began to grow well just like that birch.

Something happened that hurt like the axe
Which stayed buried so deeply, the hidden facts;
'Til it all came boiling to the surface.
She'd tried to heal herself just like that tree,

The axe still inside where healing should be.
She felt 'lumpy', 'crooked' and want to flee.
When, finally, she admitted the hurt was there
She found God was waiting, her life to repair.

He didn't change what happened in the past;
He gave perfect love, healing that will last.
She gave Him anger and frustration;
He gave her His peace, a new application

Of healing balm, which only He can give.
She was sure then - His grace always would live
Inside, helping forgive wrongs of the past
With life anew 'cause His joy will really last!

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

Conformed to His Image

I came to Christ in repentance one day,
Made my heart His throne to love and obey.
The Holy Spirit drew me to His side.
By faith I believed that, for me, He died…

A miraculously changed heart, you see. focus was centered in me.
Now, I really want His will above all,
And pray that you may one day hear His call.

His Word helps me to examine my soul.
He leads as I relinquish to His control.
His image in me will soon be complete,
But not 'til I see Him, sit at His feet.

His conforming work will take my life long;
His love and patience guiding me are strong.
He'll help me to reach out in that same love
'Till I see Him face to face in realms above.

"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world;
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind."
Romans 12:2a

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois

W W J D ?

I honestly want to be kind.
I want to be more loving.
I want to be merciful,
Do just as Jesus would do.

But, then I find myself doing
The opposite kind of things,
Speaking quickly in anger,
Not just what Jesus would do.

Daunting frustration then sneaks in.
I can't do just as I please.
I don't live as an island.
I want what Jesus would do.

Thank God He's given the Spirit
Who lives way down inside me
To enable me to cope,
Do just as Jesus would do.

For I know that in me (that is in my flesh)
dwelleth no good thing; for to will is present
with me; but how to perform that which is good
I find not. Oh wretched man that I am! Who
shall deliver me from the body of this death?
I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord.
(Portions of Romans 7: 18, 24, 25)

In all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him Who loved us.
Romans 8:37

Geneva A. Poynter
Hoffman Estates, Illinois