Rebecca was three years old when Isaac took her for a wife
Nineteen years later, no children, but still pro-life
Finally pregnant, Rebecca’s joy was short-lived, with twins inside
tossing and turning tumultuously in the embryo of Isaac’s bride
Rachel heard of this and learned her lesson
Meeting Jacob at age five, her brother Laban said: ‘No messin’
Seven years (and one week) later, they finally got hitched
Thoughts of kids at five, ‘unceremoniously’ ditched
We learned the books of the Bible in order when young
Almost nigh impossible to do, not really any kind of fun.
The Sunday school teacher was named Mrs. Marrs.
Rewards she gave us were those sticky tiny aluminum stars.
Was it worth it? You ask me.
It was at the time.
I had no idea they hardly cost her a dime.
Now I dream of these stars sometimes in my sleep
They are poured onto my brain and I do not make a peep.
Remembering how much I wanted them at one time.
When we could get things that only cost a mere dime.
When Jesus was teaching Pre-School
He taught them all The Golden Rule
But none would comply
Since the other guy
Was much more in need of that tool!
My heart wants to commit.
Oh such despair!
But who will repair!!
I desperately cling on to hope
Waiting until faith shows up.
Church bells chimes from afar
Scriptural rhymes
Long forgotten, but tucked in
In the hidden crevices of my heart
Comes to the fore.
Scriptural verses
Forcefully recited
Sunday school valour
Has finally paid off
Despair no more!
Verses to the rescue!
My heart races like a Knight
In shining armour
Victory over despair!
Victory! Victory!! all the way.
Triumph on the inside
Fear of demons banished
As scriptures line up
Like cannons in array
Waiting to be fired.
A wiry creepy smile
Caresses my face
The two edged sword
In my hand and the
High praises bubbling
To come forth!!!!
Triumph so real
Fear banished
Victory is mine!
Victory at last!!
Forever! and ever!!
(Written on the 28th of November, 2015, my First Poem ever.)
Homie hoppers are all over the young adult Sunday School Class
Five couples, and they have all been married at one time or another
To at least two other people in the class.
It is the weirdest dynamic in the world, but it is what I have to work with.
There are so many knowing looks and inside jokes.
Lots of laughter. I have never taught such a class.
I am eighty-two years young, and have learned to keep my mouth shut.
Never referring to “your husband” or “your wife” or even “your partner”
for things change so swiftly.
I went to Sunday school to be taught right from wrong
Taught not to question; told it was a sin to be headstrong
Differing of opinions were highly discouraged during our cultivation
So I silenced my protests; fearing their god's damnation
As the years became decades, my fear of hell grew less
I learned the meaning of hypocrisy when they laughed at the way I dress
So I taught my children to love and always give respect
To stand up for their truth, and the weak they should always protect
12/04/2021
Morality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Koplin
I will never forget
The Sunday school my father taught,
Sitting cross-legged on veranda floor,
English, Maths,grammar and the lot,
hours of learning till bums went sore!
His skill in maths was one to admire,
He arrived at answers like computer,
He taught us all to his hearts desire,
His love for us masked behind a tutor!
We all gained from his teaching skills,
Achieved excellence in life careers,
Ageing dad quietly admired our drills,
Setting us for future like a wise seer!
He visited me in a hill station resort,
Working as a doctor in my first job,
We said goodbye as tears we fought,
He parted with smile between a sob!
I will never forget the day we said bye,
He passed away the following week,
Years since, that day creates a sigh,
As I write this, tears wet my cheek!
Second placement in
I will never forget poetry contest
Sponsor Silent one
Written 12/May/2020
I'm sure you have heard a preacher
Claim God created each creature
But look to the sky
And you will see why
Clouds are the greatest art teacher!
I had a red jeep once,
my husband rigged it up with
Christmas lights on the running board.
I was puffed up about it.
My grandparents had the best
Christmas lights; they were jewel-toned,
and bubbled up and down, like a lava lamp,
before lava lamps were a thing, back in
the 50's.
my parents had the same boring, drab,
fat-bulbed red, blue, green, and orangish-yellow
Christmas lights. We wanted something better, but
these were already paid for.
The best Christmas light was the time I put on a Sunday
School play with 85 children. My vision was to rig up a giant
white star in the back of someone's pick up truck, and the children and their parents would all follow the lit up star from the church to
the sale barn, which was our stable.
I had to call all of the people in the church directory, because no one could figure out how to do it until I reached a man whose last name began with a Z. I think I can do that he said, and he did!
I will never forget the awesomeness of this Christmas light though; it was my all-time favorite Christmas light. The procurement of it was awful at the time, but is so sweet in the memory now. So worth the trouble!
Smug little faces
Oily little faces
Sunday best clad
Little children
Listen to the old
Time tested
Tired preacher
Accepting it all
They have trouble
Thou swallowing
Accepting he had
To be nailed for
Their petty little sin
(teach a child of my ways and when they mature they shall never depart from it ~the good book~)
Garden city p primitive Baptist church August 30 2015
God is a rewarder...
How oft do people think of God as a miserly old bah humbug.y bible says God is...And is a rewarded of those who diligently seek Him...
How does He reward those.
With things incorruptible? Any , but those opposite , those incorruptible.
Reward with money is a PC teaching Popular Christianity....
We must poo Ray
Our father in Heaven...show us the truth of your generosity , that you are rich in the true good toward your own..I. Jesus name amen
The Red-Faced Sunday School Teacher
By Elton Camp
The Sunday school lesson she must teach
Jesus to Lazarus inside his tomb did reach
About the great love it did take
From death his friend to awake
So to be sure to reach the childish heart
A question asked prior to the lesson start
“Who can tell what “resurrection” does mean?
A little girl to answer seemed to be very keen
“I’m not exactly sure, but I know one main thing.
If it lasts more than four hours, to a doc you bring.”
The teacher stammered and her face turned red
She was unable to reply to what the child said
From the room, she carefully slipped away
“As teacher I resign,” to the pastor she did say
First birn of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven
Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919).