Best Faithwork Poems
I am in Heaven dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the ones I have come to know and love
Are all with me now in the clouds above.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?
The heart that once throbbed warmly in my chest, Is now at a calm and peaceful rest.
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond Earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!
Yes I am the lucky one,
Who has everything that one needs,
Enough food to eat,
Number of beautiful clothes to wear,
And a lovely house to live in.
Yes I am the lucky one,
Who has everything in place,
Two sharp eyes to see the colourful world,
Two strong hands to work and serve,
Two powerful legs to walk,
A Mind that thinks logically,
And a heart that cares for everybody.
Yes I am the lucky one,
Who has wonderful people in life,
Concerned parents,
Loving husband,
Supportive family,
Trustworthy friends,
And dependable colleagues to work around.
Yes, yes certainly I am the lucky one,
Who has 'a collection of priceless' things,
Happiness and success,
Satisfaction in job,
Peaceful sleep,
Good health,
And above all I also have,
‘Faith in myself and my Lord’.
This fragile glass strongly stands
The glazier gave it life through breath
With simple tools and fiery ways
A work of art is now conceived
This work of art two purpose holds
Champagne inside, beauty is seen
Bubbles bursting at the brim
No end in sight, they keep arising
One child’s touch began this fall
Who’s outcome matched a giants strength
With no beauty nor purpose holds
This broken glass aches to be whole
You taught the voice of loyal, sincerity,and honesty
You taught about the justice and to fight against evil
You taught wholesome values, family values, and how to have successful relationships
You taught us to love with a bleeding heart
You taught us how to love our significant others
You taught us to work on relationships
You taught the value of work and the difference it makes in a community
You taught us to sing to you, read about you, and talk to you
You are the ultimate topic of conversation
You are the reason we accelerate forward
You are the long term plan, you are the dependable
You exceed all expectations
You give us the meaning behind it all
You give us structure and discipline
Your movement is all encompassing
It is strong and alive in all of us
You are the formed and formless
It is our fuel, our energy source
It powers our batteries, gives us energy
You are above all
We surrender ourselves to your will
You always know what's best
The dry and thirsty land,
Baking beneath the relentless sun,
Screams for a refreshing downpour'
Amidst a dark sky and windblown clouds,
The storm approaches with intense fury.
And a deluge soon appears.
Drivers pulling over; limited visibility;
Limbs and leaves littering the landscape,
But the ground absorbs the nourishment.
Then the earth sighs; there is relief.
A dry and thirsty man,
Toiling with a load of sin,
Desperately seeking renewal and refreshing.
Suddenly a personal storm arrives;
Agendas and plans utterly destroyed.
And an abundance of problems plague him.
He runs for the maelstrom,
Seeking past serenity he has known'
Refusing to drink from God's well of blessings.
He knows no change; there is no relief'
Another man; a different storm;
Yet he knows his God.
And he trust Him to be in control.
Devastation occurs in his life,
Which has been surrendered to the Lord.
But he is confident al will work for good.
As his life disintegrates around him,
He calls out to God for help.
And allows Him to work his perfect will.
He has hope; he has peace, this is relief'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
July 28, 2002
Everyone wants jannah, you've got to work for it. You've got to earn it.
Everyone wants jannah you've got to earn your place or else you'll be disgraced.
Everyone wants jannah.
You've got to work for it. Be steadfast in prayer, making sure you do it each day.
Everyone wants jannah you'll be tried and tested. Life is not a game, don't put yourself to
shame. Everone wants jannah, you've got to work for it. Earn your place or else you'll be
disgraced.
We have to help the poor. Lifes an open door. Choose your faith and hope to Allah.
We all want jannah, you have to work for it. Earn your place and don't be disgraced.
(Jannah mean heaven in arabic)
“The Source Within”
Sitting quietly at night sometimes without words
Studying the peaceful river with all the soaring birds
Thanking God for His tempo always being slow
With His endless loving compassion falling down on us like snow
We must see goodness in everything that lives
Because we can be like him is the gift He lovingly gives
Like a tiny drop of ocean being just like where it came
So let us return to our source and give presence to his name
He always will surround us like the planets surround the sun
With the power that pushes stars His work will never be done
The mysteries of the universe will come to us real clear
If we keep ourselves steadfast making sure we do not veer
Yes we have the choice to be right or to be kind
Always pick the latter for it’s the best choice you will find
For the calming of our ego will join us all as one
Let us always keep the faith and let Gods work be done
3/11/2011
Copyright 2011
An empty canvas sits clamped in the easel,
When the artist arrives on the scene.
It has been stretched tight, primed and ready,
To become something no one has seen.
Preparations are made: paint on the palette,
Brushes laid out with great care.
Then, at last, it is time to begin;
Excitement fills the air.
With rapid motions, paint covers the canvas,
Working from left to right.
Laying in the background colors,
('tint this one with a little more white')
Never quite sure how the finished product will look,
When she picks up the her brush to start.
but experienced hands mix colors so deftly,
You can tell she paints from her heart.
Slowly the picture begins to take shape:
Clouds form the background today,
Blend in some green, blue, red, and yellow,
In such a masterfully way.
The painting isn't complete,
In just an hour or two;
But she has painted what the Holy Spirit,
Has led her to do.
Some artist work slower,
While some may work faster,
But this artistic maestro,
Simply paints for the master'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
June 9, 2007