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Ida Campbell Poem
Dear little children,
playing in the sand,
God keep them in His kindness
and always give a hand
to keep them in His loving care.
Grant them a long life to live
and to know it is not what
they get but what they give
that makes life worthwhile.
God bless them all from above,
my little children whom I love.
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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Ida Campbell Poem
It is eight months since you went away,
my husband whom I loved in a special way.
At times I was quick,
you were the same--
but we knew in our hearts
we had nothing to gain.
So when we said our prayers at night,
we asked the Lord to direct us right.
In the morning we saw the light,
we thanked God for another day
and asked Him to show us the way
and never, never stray...
I MISS YOU, OH SO MUCH!
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Ida Campbell Poem
Strange noises thru the night
don't need to give us fear or fright.
They may come to us from above,
sent to us by a God of love
to tell us that He's always there
to hear every word in prayer.
He makes the noises thru the night
to tell us wrong from right,
to tell us He is our friend
and will be to the very end.
If we will only stop to pray,
He'll come into our hearts to stay.
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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Ida Campbell Poem
You are going home--to Jesus--your life will soon begin!
Earth's ties will then be severed--and Heaven entered
in the precious blood of Jesus that washes white as snow.
He'll bring you safe to glory...
the Blessed Word tells us so.
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2019
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Ida Campbell Poem
[this poem was written after grandson's attempted suicide]
God will never fail thee, He will not forsake,
His eternal covenant will never break.
Resting on His promise, you need never fear--
God is all sufficient for the coming year...
NanNa
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Ida Campbell Poem
O Mother when I think of thee,
it is just a step to Calvary,
thy gentle hand upon my brow
is leading me to Jesus now....
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Ida Campbell Poem
When my way grows drear,
precious Lord linger near.
When my life is almost gone,
hear my cry, hear my call,
hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
and lead me home....
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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Ida Campbell Poem
When we met,
I was seventeen,
he was twenty.
We spent three years
together, happy to be free--
then suddenly it came to us,
why shouldn't we marry?
We loved each other very much,
so why tarry?
So June 5th we took
our solemn vows
that made us
husband and wife.
Then in a few years
we were Mother and Dad
to three fine children
who made our married life
very happy.
I was Mom and
he was Pappy!
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Ida Campbell Poem
An apple tree in our orchard
was blown over by a winter storm.
We let it lay there,
knowing it could do no harm.
Early the spring blossoms
started to appear--
then one windy day
the blossoms started to disappear.
We knew the roots were not deep enough
to keep hold blossoms there:
so too it is with life.
We must have our roots planted deep
to have the security we can keep--
our lives are full of blossoms
whose fragrance we love to share
and by doing this-- it is our way
to show others that we really care.
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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Ida Campbell Poem
Help me to train my heart each day,
that it may all thy sweetness hold.
Oh, may I bring forth my best fruit
in life's last days as I grow old--
I am 80 years old today.
Copyright © Ida Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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