I Bring Those Whom I Love

by Ruth Bell Graham


I bring those whom I love to You,
commit each to
Your loving care:
then carry them away again
nor leave them there:
forgetting You
Who lived to die
(and rose again!)
care more than I.

So back I come
with my heart's load,
confessing
my lack of faith
in You alone,
addressing
all I cannot understand
to You
Who do.

You know each heart,
each hidden wound,
each scar,
each one who played a part
in making those
we bring to You
the ones they are
(and dearer each to You
than us, by far).

So---
now I give them
to Your loving care,
with thankful heart,
---and leave them there.

Excuse This House

(author unknown)


Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there.
Ours boasts of it quite openly.
The signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughted and read.
And if the doorbell doen't shine,
Their eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I'm forced to choose
The one job or the other,
I want to be a housewife---
But first I'll be a Mother.


(I ran across this poem while I was clearing out old, no longer needed, homeschool paperwork. I thought it was worth saving on here. It is the end of an era. Maybe I will get my priorities to look more like this poem by the time I have grandchildren, LOL!)