Mister Boulder and Other Favorites

            Mister Boulder

You may be older, Mr. Boulder—

Yes, far older than I.

But what can you show for all your age?

Not much, I say. So why?

For many a year, you've sat right here,

Not daring to move an inch.

By now you should have power and strength

I tell you, it’d be a cinch.

If I came close to the age you boast,

Then I’d be ruling the earth.

But as for you, what have you done?

Nothing to prove your worth.

Yes I’d be bold with wealth untold,

The world my noble serf.

But rocks like you just sleep all day,

Enjoying beds of turf.

One will get less for laziness,

And this you should retain.

It is the reason for my verse:

No sloth produces gain.

A Daily Guide

To follow Jesus in every way,

His word we must read every day.

For He did give it as a guide,

So we in Him may long reside. 

God’s Beauty in Nature

As I walked through the valley and through the wood,

The beauty of God around me stood.

Aware of His presence I treaded on,

Thanking my God through prayer and song.

A Look at Nature

I look around at everything –

The chirping birds that softly sing.

I look around, look everywhere,

And feel the breeze blow through my hair.

I through the world of nature roam

And thank the Lord for this – my home.

Almost Spring

The snow is gone, for spring is near;

And it is rare that you don’t hear

The robin sing her merry song,

Proclaiming end to winter long.

The Pride of Mankind

Who are we to call ourselves wise,

As if by this time we have conquered surprise?

Though we say our doctors can heal,

All our children doth death seem to steal.

Believing ourselves to be higher than God

Who guides us daily with staff and rod,

We only deceive our foolish hearts,

And turn our backs to Apollyon’s darts.

Let us be humbled in view of ourselves,

For as far into science as mankind delves,

We can’t address God with haughty tone,

Or Babel's fate shall be our own.

My Aspiration

The Godly man is humble, true,

And loving without bounds—

Unlike the men who hunt for girls

And prey on them like hounds.

His worth is more than gold and pearls,

For men like him are few.

He knows that riches pass away

Like early morning's dew.

Opposed by men throughout the day,

His standard he unfurls

To face the world, its might untold,

And stand the darts it hurls.

He stands temptations manifold

At night as through the day.

His conduct is the same throughout—

At church, at work, at play.

No heresies can cause him doubt

For truth he craves like gold.

A truthful man can spot a lie;

His soul cannot be sold.

And as I close, I pray that I

May be this man devout,

That I may run this race without

A trace of worldly doubt.