Emily Boeve

This was written by Emily Boeve who was one of our great Prison Fellowship folks before she & her husband Glenn moved to Ohio. A very talented person.

What Is A Mother?

When God made a woman, into a Mother.....

He put special things in her heart.

Each child she bears, is a part of her, you see.

And that is how God meant it to be.

To her, a baby's cry is a signal.....

Of hurt or anger or sickness or hunger.

As the child grows, the Mother grows too.

She seems to know, just what to do.

God took the twinkle from the skies,

He put it into a Mother's eyes.

He took the ripple from a brook, that flows ever after....

He put that into a Mother's laughter.

He took some gentle strength, from a tree that stands.....

He put that gentle strength, into a Mother's hands.

He took the sound of a song bird.......

What a delightful choice....

Then He put it into a Mother and that became her voice.

When she sits, her legs become a lap....a "holder."

Until you're older and need a Mother's nice soft shoulder.

She has a way of understanding, the things you say and do.

These are just a few of the reasons, Mother.....

For me to say.....I love you!!!

Emily Boeve©

After Thanksgiving...What Then?

Families gather, bringing food and good wishes.

Tables are filled with all those Holiday dishes.

Adults speak of work, world affairs and well...everything.

The children are discussing, what Santa will bring.

As we sit at the table.......

We thank God for His love, our food and each other,

For each child, Dad and Mother,

And grandparents, and each sister and brother.

We pray for those on the battlefield,

And the missionaries too,

Also the sick and afflicted, they need prayer too.

All the food was delicious and dessert was fine.

I was too full, to eat all of mine.

Then.....The meal was over....

The food was put away and dishes were done.

There was much laughter, as the children had fun.

Soon it was over, everyone went home.

We sat in our easy chairs, relaxed, full and alone.

As we sat there, the house was quiet,

No more giggles and nary a shout.

We finally knew what Thanksgiving is all about.

It doesn't last for just this day.

Each day should end.....just this way.

Giving thanks to God, for His love and for each other.

For each child, Dad and Mother.

For grandparents and each sister and brother.

For those on the battlefield and missionaries too.

And for the sick and afflicted, that need prayer too.

Thank God for all things, whatever you do.

Because whatever happens.....It's in God's plan for you.

So, everyday.......Thank God!

Emily Boeve ©

My Beloved One

I met a man, handsome, strong and true.

He drew me close and said, "Little One, I love you."

As I looked on His beautiful, wonderful face.....

I never knew such love and tenderness and grace.

He said He loved me, though I'd sinned and

cheated and lied.

If I'd but ask...He'd forgive me!

I felt so bad for sinning, I trembled and I cried.

I cried, "Oh will You please forgive me?"

He answered..."Yes, I will."

Then in the distance, I heard the voices...

Angry voices, crying.....

"Crucify Him...Kill...Kill...Kill !"

They took away my beloved one, took Him up a hill.

There, they nailed Him to a cross,

And with each nail, I heard the wail.......

"Crucify Him!.....Kill.....Kill.....Kill !"

He said to me with sadness, "I die for sin."

I fell to my knees and cried and cried.

It was for my sins..........

And the sins of the world.....

That My Beloved Savior.....

was crucified.

Emily Boeve ©

It's Easter

We celebrate Easter with new clothes...and family...

And Easter baskets...and a delicious dinner.

Then the children have an Easter egg hunt.......

Whoever finds the most...Is the winner.

But.....What is Easter anyway?

Is it only..........Just another holiday?

On a hill far away, there's an old rugged cross.

It's am emblem of suffering and pain.

How I love that old cross.....where my Jesus....

laid down His life for my gain.

Oh yes,....That old rugged cross, made the difference.....

But wait!!! That old rugged cross, was made from the wood of a tree!

It was JESUS...who died upon that cross.....

He made the difference.....for you and for me.

Yes...God sent His Son, they called Him Jesus, He came to set us free.

He came to this earth as a ...wee...tiny baby.

As an adult, He spent three years, going from city to city.....

Pursuing...His Ministry.

As He walked among us, He healed the sick, the lame, the blind.

And He cast out demons too!

He never sinned, in all His life, every word He spoke was true.

His last days on earth, were a shameful, degrading disgrace.

He was tried before Pilate, beaten, mocked...and spat upon.

They even pulled some of the beard, from His face.

He laid there, without a sound, as they nailed Him to that tree.

He willingly laid down His life that day, He did it for you and me.

He said, "I'll die upon that cross...BUT...I will rise again."

"I'll go to Heaven...I'll sit at my Fathers' right hand."

Then He sent the Holy Spirit...So He could do His part.....

To prick our conscience.....and prod our heart.

So my friends...Let's truly celebrate this Easter Day.

Let's claim Jesus as our Savior...He is the life, the truth and the way.

Right now today...Won't you ask forgiveness of your sin?

Open your hearts' door and ask Jesus to come in.

He will lighten your burden and ease your strife.....

You will also have...Eternal Life.

Won't you come now...and go Jesus way?

It would make this...your most "Special" Easter Day !!

Emily Boeve ©

I Remember Momma

Once again, Mother's Day is here.

Once again bringing memories so dear.

As a baby...you loved me, fed me....cuddled me,

And taught me how to sit,

Then how to crawl and stand and walk.....

You taught me all of it.

Then baby language began to flow....

That only a mother, can understand.

When mischief entered in, as I did grow,

You employed Mother's love.....with a mother's firm hand.

Then came school. You cried, it broke your heart,....

That first day, that we had to be apart.

Mom, I remember....every meal and bedtime.....

What you used to say.

"Honey, bow your head now, it's time to pray."

When I was sick or hurt and shed lots of tears...

You were there to hold me and chase away my fears.

Oh, and those teen years...with daily changes....

And the rebellion and all....

Mom, you were there to teach me and guide me and with love,

To comfort me, when I'd fall.

When I grew up and moved out on my own.....

I was truly amazed...at how wise you had grown.

Thank you, for your faith and love and prayers....

Even when I was wild.

Only a Mother's love and prayers for salvation.....

Could ever have tamed this child.

Dear Father in Heaven, Please look down from above,

And bless my Mother, with Your precious love.

If she's hurt or sick, Lord, comfort her and calm her fears,

And if she cries? Lord, Please dry her tears.

Father, please see to her needs, as she saw to mine,

Shower her today, with Your blessings divine.

Lord, bless my Mother...in every way.

May this be her best and her happiest Mother's Day.

Amen

Emily Boeve ©

Unworthy One

Oh Lord, I'm such a lowly servant...

How I desifre to be more like Thee.

You're so kind, understanding and loving.....

How can You bear to love, one as unworthy as me?

I'm so unworthy, I get so tired by the end of the day.....

Sometimes... I even get too tired to pray.

I just lie down and say...."I'M done."

Dear God, How can You love such an unworthy one?

Please hold me close, in Your watchful care.....

Guide and prod me with love, let me know that You're there.

So, when I finish Your work and my life on earth is done.....

I'll hear You say....."Come home now,.....

.............My unworthy one."

Emily Boeve©

My Child My Grace Is Sufficient For Thee

When the world throws a curve, or two or three,

And Satan's playing a game with me.....

I know I'm alright and Jesus loves me,

As I hear Him say, gently to me....

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee..

My Grace, My Grace, is sufficient for thee.

I claim this promise...He's given to me,

My Grace, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

I've gone down the road of hard knocks before.

My heart was heavy, with the burdens I bore.

But I see an end to this worry for me.....

As I hear Him say gently to me.....

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee,

My Grace, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

I claim this promise, He's given to me.....

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee

I took Jesus in my heart, one beautiful day.

Now walking with Him, is "The Only Way,"

He keeps growing dearer and dearer to me...

As I hear Him say gently to me.....

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

My Grace, My Grace, is sufficient for thee.

I claim this promise, He's given to me.

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

Softly He's calling...calling to you...

To open your heart's door and let Him come through.

Let Jesus in,...Let Him have His own way.

You'll be so happy, when you hear Him say.....

My child My Grace is sufficient for thee,

My Grace, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

I claim this promise, He's given to me.....

My child, My Grace is sufficient for thee.

Emily Boeve©

Soon

My eyes will soon see Jesus,

He is the Savior of my soul.

When we meet, I’ll fall on my knees,

And He will touch and make me whole.

There will be no more heartache., no more pain.

No tears of sadness, will ever flow again.

I’ll have no cares of yesterday,

No thoughts about tomorrow,

Mysteries in my life, I will be shown.

Answers to my questions, will be known.

He will take me by the hand……

Together, we will cross over to the Promised Land.

I’ll see loved ones souls,

Who have gone on before me.

We will sing His praises and dance with glee.

Everything there will be sweet and true.

I’ll smile when I hear Him say,…

“Come now, My child, I love you!”

Oh, I want to see Jesus, face to face,

To feel His love and be filled with His grace.

Until then, there are things on Earth, for me to do,

To tell others of Jesus’ love and that

He wants to save them too.

I want to introduce you to Jesus…

That is my goal.

My eyes will soon see Jesus,

He is the Savior of my soul.

Now, my friend, you know what you must do.

Ask Jesus, into your heart.

This is His message, through me…

To you.

Emily Boeve©

I Am The Daughter Of The King

I am the daughter of the King.

My Father has given me everything.

He is building me a mansion,

It will be bright and shiny and clean.

T’will be quite the loveliest thing…

That I have ever seen.

He has given me a large bright sun,

Perched in a bright blue sky.

A soft green carpet, lies beneath my feet,

With pretty flowers standing by.

Now, I don’t need…a furry coat,

Or a great big diamond ting.

For I have so much more than that,

Because I am the daughter, of the King.

You wonder why I’m dressed like this,

With no regal robes to wear?

And where’s my jewels and crown?

Why, they’re at my home, in my Father’s loving care.

I find beauty all around me.

Oh, how lucky, I must be.

My Father gave me two good eyes…

Just so I might see.

He also gave me two good ears, so I could hear you sing.

And two feet to walk the path…He chose…

And two hands…so I could touch a rose.

He let His only Son, die on Calvary, for my sin.

But when I asked…He forgave me…

Now I hold Him close within.

He has given me so much, well truly…everything!

And I am so very proud to say…

I am the daughter, of the King.

Emily Boeve ©

Father's Are Special

Earthly Fathers, come in all shapes and sizes.

Some are stern, some are routine,

Some are full of surprises.

They may be skinny, or fat or tall,

The size, really doesn't matter at all.

It's what's inside his heart that counts,

I'm sure you will agree.

It's all the little things he does,

That we don't take time to see.

God put him here to guide you,

And teach you of His ways.

Too often we find fault with him,

And fail to give him praise.

We forget to thank him, for paying the bills,

And when we're sick, for buying our pills.

He stands by you, in sickness...

And troubles and fears.

He shares in your joys and worries and tears.

When the load gets heavy and the road gets rough,

You may see a tear in his eye....

And more gray in his hair,

As he bows his head to God in prayer.

So tell him today, "Thanks Dad, I love you."

He'll get a smile upon his face.

Give him a hug and a kiss and an honored place.

Let him know, he's a special Dad, in a special way.

Then ask God's "Special" blessings for him.....

On this "Special" Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day

Our Father, which art in Heaven,

Happy Father's Day, to You.

I pray today, that I will do...

Only what pleases You.

I thank You Father, in every way,

For all the blessings, You grant to me each day.

Thank You, for sending Your Son, who died for me,

When in my sin, I could have died, in hells' fiery sea.

Thank You, for watching over my loved ones each day,

Teach them Father, to walk only in Your way.

Thank You Father, for Your protection, for answered prayer,

And for seeing to our needs each day.

Father, I want to thank You, for keeping me....

And teaching me, of Your way.

And Heavenly Father, I do humbly pray....

That You will have a very, very....

Happy Father's Day!!!

As I Recall Thanksgiving

I recall Thanksgiving Day, at Grandma's house...

When I was a child of nine or ten.

We had turkey or duck and all the trimmings,

Things were different, way back then.

The ladies, donned their aprons and gathered in the kitchen.....

To prepare this festive meal.

The men were in the living room....discussing.....

Football, politics, farming and their latest "deal".

Older children, helped set the table,

Adding their home made decorations....

To make it look "Just right"

Then Grandma would announce: "Dinner's Ready",

"Come to the table now, before it gets cold."

So, we all hurried to the table, both young and old.

By that time, we were all hungry enough to eat a bear.

So it didn't take too long, to find a chair.

As we all sat down, each head was bowed in prayer,

Thanking God....for His bountiful blessings and the food,

Our good health and for everyone who was there.

We asked Him to bless the poor and the needy,

And to bless the sick and make them whole,T

To touch the hearts of the lost and to save each soul.

With hands and hearts joined together, we all prayed the same,

And we asked all of these things.....In Jesus name.

I pray each of you will build fond memories...

As you go along life's way...

And may each of you have.....

A very Happy and Blessed, Thanksgiving Day!

A NEW YEAR'S PRAYER

Another year is ending, quickly coming to a close.

I want to thank You Father,

For taking me down the paths, You chose.

The road wasn't always smooth,

And a lot of times it went uphill.

But You always cleared the way for me,

As long as I stayed in Your will.

Sometimes, I faltered, as I walked along life's way.

Yet You were there to give me strength,

To see me through each day.

When I was ill, Your healing power came through.

Oh, my God, my Father, How I love You.

So, as this year closes and another year begins...

Father please forgive me, of my daily sins.

Let me walk bravely, on that rough and uphill road.

Let me be aware of Your strength,

That's always there to lighten my load.

When I'm in doubt, Father, calm my fears.

And if I should cry, please kiss away my tears.

If I falter, as I walk along life's way,

Dear God, give me strength,

To see me through each day.

As this night and this year ends...

And my heart is still,

My prayer for each day of the new year,

Is to walk steadfastly, in Your will.

Amen

What Do You Want For Christmas?

My love asked me.....

"What do you want for Christmas?"

"Money is no object...so think hard...

And make your choice."

I thought about it for days....

Hmmm...What would I choose?

I could have anything at all?

Why...I couldn't lose.

A new carpet? A couch and maybe a ring?

How about a new house?

He had said....Anything!

Then in the stillness of the night, I began to listen to my heart.

All those things, I had thought of.....

Could break...or rot...or fall apart.

What I really wanted, would be from God above.

A heart full of tenderness, kindness, peace and love.

He said, I could have all of that...and more.

If I'd open my heart's door and turn from sin.

So I opened the door and He entered in.

I got what I wanted for Christmas, from God above.

A heart full of Jesus and wrapped in His love.

Thank You Jesus!