I Said A Prayer For You Today

(Inspirational Poems)

I said a prayer for you today

And know God must have heard.

I felt the answer in my heart

Although He spoke not a word.

I didn’t ask for wealth or fame

I knew you wouldn’t mind.

I asked for priceless treasure rare

Of a more lasting kind.

I prayed that He’d be near you

At the start of each new day

To grant you health and blessings fair,

And friends to share your way.

I asked for happiness for you

In all things great and small

But that you’d know his loving care

I prayed the most of all.

Drinking From The Saucer

(Inspirational Poems)

I’ve never made a fortune,

and I’ll never make one now.

But it really doesn’t matter

’cause I’m happy anyhow.

As I go along my journey

I’m reaping better than I’ve sowed.

I’m drinking from the saucer

‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

I don’t have a lot of riches,

And sometimes the going’s tough

But with kin and friends to love me

I think I’m rich enough.

I thank God for the blessings

That His mercy has bestowed.

I’m drinking from the saucer

‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

He gives me strength and courage

When the way grows steep and rough.

I’ll not ask for other blessings for

I’m already blessed enough.

May we never be too busy

To help bear another’s load.

Then we’ll all be drinking from the saucer

When our cups have overflowed.

The Master’s Garden

(Inspirational Poems)

The Master had a garden

Filled with flowers everywhere

Each day he’d water, feed and prune

He’d tend each rose with care

And as he’d walk by each flower

His face shone with delight

His eyes would glow, his heart would sing

They were a lovely sight.

But back in one dark corner

A lonely rosebud stood

The water couldn’t reach it

It was weak from want of food.

The rays of sunlight never touched it’s face

It’s warmth it could not feel

And soon the lack took its toll

And the rosebud could not heal.

It slowly began to wither

It’s color began to wane

This rosebud would never blossom

Destined to die in lonely pain.

One day the master was strolling

Through his garden grand and bright

When he noticed in the corner

A small pathetic sight.

The single, withered rosebud

Its head bowed low in shame

For it had brought no pleasure

And felt it was to blame.

But the master with his loving hands

Began to tend the rose

He watered, fed and pruned it

And spoke in sweet repose.

He cleared a path for sunlight

So its warmth the rose would feel

And around the small and weakened stem

Was placed the master’s seal.

The rose began to bud again

It’s flower rich and lush

And soon the single rosebud

Became a glorious bush.

The master made a special place

And put the rosebush there

Its blossoms glistened with beauty

Its fragrance filled the air.

And each day as the master

Would relish in its rebirth

The rosebush bowed in loving gratitude

For the master gave it worth.

~ Annie Nelson