Little Girls

They're as cute as they can be

When they're two years old or three

They are something to adore

When they're three years old or four

Would those charms could long survive

Which are theirs when they are five

But they have such lovely tricks

When they've journeyed on to six

Their their little legs grow stout

And those two front teeth come out

Seven and eight and nine they stage

What is called the awkward age

After that, through many a year

All their graces reappear

Loveliest creatures on life's stage

Little girls -- at any age!

(A Poem by Mrs. John Wilson; published in Along the Navajo Trail, March 1966)

Little Children

God gave to us some little children,

To lead and guide for a little while.

And the pleasures of this noble task,

Replaced the emptiness of the past.

We taught these children to love and pray,

And to be useful in every way.

And by example of our life,

We led them in paths of life.

Hand and hand we traveled on,

In service to Him who is on the throne.

Guided day by day His written word.

And not by opinion which we often heard.

Riches of this world were not ours to share

But day by day we knelt in prayer.

We gave our thanks to our God on high,

As our fleeting days went by.

And when our life on earth is o're,

Our soul shall fly to that eternal shore.

But our influence we ever trust,

Will be in these children God gave to us.

(Author Unknown)

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

The Heart of a Child

Whatever you write on the heart of a child

No water can wash away.

The sand may be shifted when billows are wild

And the efforts of time may decay.

Some stories may perish, some songs be forgot,

But this graven record--time changes not.

Whatever you write on the heart of a child,

A story of gladness or care

That heaven has blessed or earth has defiled,

Will linger unchangeably there.

(Author Unknown)

It Is Easy Enough

It is easy enough to pick the flaws

In the work that others have done,

To sneer at the little they have achieved

When your task you haven't begun.

It is easy enough to fuss and find fault

When others are doing their best;

To point out errors others have made

When you have done nothing but rest.

It is easy enough to cavil and carp,

To criticize, scoff and deride,

For few of us have ever done perfect work

No matter how hard we tried.

It is easy enough not to think of the best,

And to dwell all the time on the worst;

And perhaps it is proper sometimes to find fault,

BUT be sure you have done something first!

(Author Unknwon)

Shingles Are a Flyin'!

Stewardship

(This appeared in the Along the Navajo Trail bulletin from October 1970)

I bought gasoline, I went to the show;

I bought some new tubes for my radio;

I bought candy and peanuts, nut bars and ice cream;

With my salary lasted, life sure was a scream!

It takes careful spending to make money go round;

One's methods of finance must always be sound.

With habits quite costly, its real hard to save;

My wife spent ten "bucks" on a permanent wave.

The church came round begging. It sure made me sore!

If they's let me alone, I'd give a lot more.

They have plenty of nerve! They forget all the past!

I gave them a dollar the year before last!

The Soul of a Child

(A poem by George Bailey)


The soul of a child is the lovliest flower
That grows in the garden of God.
It climbs from weakness to knowledge and power
To the sky from the clay and the clod.

To beauty and sweetness it grows under care,
Neglected 'tis ragged and wild;
'Tis a plant that is tender and wondrously rare,
The sweet wistful soul fo a child.

Be tender, O gardner, and give it its share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light;
And let it not lack for painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.

A glad day shall come when its bloom shall unfold;
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold,
In the sensitive soul of a child.

In the breast of a bulb is a promise of Spring,
In the little blue egg is a bird that will sing;
In the soul of the seed is the hope of the sod,
In the soul of a child, is the Kingdom of God.