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A Father’s Day Poem

As long as Daddy’s arms, open wide for me.
And Dad who knows all, tells me what I need.
As long as Daddy’s love cares for and comforts me.
I know that I’ll be safe along life’s way.
My Daddy guides my footsteps every day.

Often times when I was young. I would turn to Dad.
Needing reassurance, Dad always knew the plan.
Oh, it was so simple, Dad’s love was plain to see.
No matter the day or time, my Dad was there for me.

As long as Daddy’s arms, open wide for me.
And Dad who knows all, tells me what I need.
As long as Daddy’s love cares for and comforts me.
I know that I’ll be safe along life’s way.
My Daddy guides my footsteps every day.

I have grown much older now. Dad’s not always here.
Even in his presence, at times I feel such fear!
Dad’s not always perfect; love human can be weak.
But I’ve found an inner guide, whose wisdom I now seek.

As long as God’s light shines through the night
And as God’s presence fills each passing day
As long as God’s light pierces the darkest night
I know that I’ll be safe along life’s way.
I know God guides my footsteps every day.

In those times when I’m afraid, feeling all alone.
Don’t know where I’m going, don’t want to go back home!
Now I just remember, I’m always in God’s care.
And wherever I am, God’s promised to be there.

As long as God’s light shines through the night
And as God’s presence fills each passing day
As long as God’s light pierces the darkest night
I know that I’ll be safe along life’s way.
I know God guides my footsteps every day.

By Jeanne Loehnis, 2003
Also set to music available at www.SongsForYourSpirit.com

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Feed the Children

Feed the children.
Parents here and everywhere
doing more than their fair share
hearts ablaze with love and care to

Feed the children.
Tired, yet another day
rising ‘fore the sun’s sweet ray
again to lead, to show the way … and

Feed the children.
Off to work out in the field
at the office, behind the wheel.
Home to cook the evening meal and

Feed the children.
Often without gratitude
children drain the life from you
dare to ask to be excused. Yet we

Feed the children.
Look within your heart of hearts.
Do not let your love depart
from the place where love must start. Please

Feed the children.
Whether they be young or old
of your womb or round the world
gather each into the fold and

Feed the children.
Look around at sea and sky
cross the valleys, up mountains high.
Know what’s yours and do it – Why? to

Feed the children.

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My Gift

My gift to you this Christmas is who I am inside.
No longer, living from my fear, will I try to hide
the me it’s taken forty years of living to unearth.
Yes, I have grown and changed; a new me has found its birth.

I’m different in the blessed now than in the blessed past.
Experience has shaped me with a Love I know will last.
From the center of this Love I’ve wrapped your gift with care.
Inside you’ll find my deepest truth that I now freely share.

I haven’t stopped my growing; nor asked for change to end.
As you watch, it’s possible, you’ll find me ’round the bend.
Wherever I may go in life, whatever I believe,
you’ll know ’cause through my actions, my truth you will perceive.

Please take my gift unto yourself, however you may choose.
No strings you’ll find attached, my friendship you’ll not lose.
However my truth strikes you, it’s mine, not yours, I know.
Blessings for your journey, friend, as on your path you go.

By Jeanne Loehnis, December 2002

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A Bedtime Prayer

Be still my thoughts from frantic pace.
With tranquil calm now replace
that Sabbath peace my soul will taste:
no longer racing in my haste.

Be still my thoughts. Be calm. Be smooth.
Become as a reflecting pool
that wisdom pure of God be seen
clearly by the moon’s full beam.

Be still my thoughts for God will write
upon your face this moonlit night
the message of eternal life.
Be still my thoughts. Be calm this night.

Be still my thoughts, it’s time to rest.
No challenge now; no pending test.
Release in love, release the rest.
We’re safe in Spirit’s blessed nest.

By Jeanne Loehnis, April 2004