From our readersIssue Date: May 27, 2020
Those Dear Old Wrinkled Hands
In a weather beaten cottage where the spreading maples stand, I was reared from early childhood till I grew to be a man. That old weather beaten cottage by the roadside there still stands, but what most in memory lingers is a pair of wrinkled hands.
How distinctly I remember when a little barefoot boy, I stood close beside my mother while she fixed a broken toy. On her lips she'd wet her fingers, brush the hair back from my brow, would to God those dear old fingers once again could do that now.
They knit all my sox and mittens and they washed and patched my clothes, and they smoothed out the many wrinkles from my little childish woes - and they soothed my brow in sickness when life held by slender strands, often since in pain and anguish I have missed those dear old hands.
On her silent breast they're folder and have been for many years, and the grass that grows above them has been west with bitter tears, and if choice were mine for wishing - choice my lonely heart demands.
It would be to press with fervor once again those dear old hands, when the master sends his angel for to guide my journey home, and my wandering footsteps never more on this old earth shall roam when I enter that fair mansion where the Prince of Glory stands. Then mine eyes shall ne'er tire feating on those dear old wrinkled hands.
By Warren L. Buckman,
Great-grandfather of Mike Churchill of Amberg
Poems by Joyce Bedora of Krakow
Thank You Troops and Vets
Thanks to the men and women like you,
Who fought and still fight
For the Red, White and Blue.
Who sacrifice to keep us free,
To give us peace and liberty.
Though things are rough,
And discouraging too,
May you know there are
Many prayers offered for you
For protection, your safety,
And your needs to be met.
We thank God for your courage,
Your sacrifice and sweat.
So know you are loved,
And appreciated too,
For your hardships and dedication
May God, Truly Bless You.
It's a thrill to watch Old Glory pass by
With hands on heart, and heads held high.
Our flag of red, and white and blue,
Represents our Nation tried and true.
A country of men and women who dared
To fight and die because they cared.
To keep this land of America free
And help preserve our liberty.
Then I bow my head and ask
How long, Dear Lord, will our freedom last?
When our right to pray in public schools
Is already against American rules.
When our freedom of speech, and freedom of press
Are helping the wrongdoer gain success.
When our Nation founded under God,
By evil is rapidly being trod.
Dear Father, help our Nation return to Thee,
And remain the home of the brave and the free.
With the right to live, and the right to pray
And worship You in our own way.
Where love...and joy...and peace abound
And truth...and justice...can be found.
Then we'll remain proud, with heads held high,
As we thrill to watch "Old Glory" fly.
A Salute to the Unknown Soldier
There are millions of unknown soldiers
Laid to rest throughout our land.
Millions of unknown soldiers,
Who gave up their earthly plans.
Millions of sons and daughters,
Father and mothers too.
Who fought and gave their life
For freedom for me and you.
So let's preserve that freedom,
By trying our very, very best,
By honoring God, and man and country.
So these dear soldiers can find sweet rest.
Now that graduation's here,
You may have mixed feelings as it draws near.
A feeling of accomplishment, joy and cheer,
A feeling of loneliness, sadness and fear.
It's a time for rejoicing that's very dear
Yet remembering past joys may bring a tear.
But graduation's only another stepping stone.
And you do not have to walk alone.
Just remember the story of footprints in the sand,
When things are easy, God walks with you
And gently holds your hand.
But when the mountains get rough and steep,
And you're lost in deep despair.
And you look down and see,
One set of footprints there.
Remember, God still loves you,
And He'll always see you through.
For it's at that very roughest time,
That God is carrying you.
As you travel down life's road,
If in everything you do
You rely upon God's guidance,
He will bring success to you.
For it is not fame and fortune,
That brings us true success,
It's peace and joy in knowing God,
That brings true happiness.
As you go away to college
To prepare for what's in store,
May you keep your eyes on Jesus,
As he opens each new door.
Just knowing He is with you,
And that He's always there,
Will give you peace and happiness
No Matter What"-Nor Where.
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