Poetry Collection
A collection of
poems, some originally published in OAUK Newsletter 1984 - 1992. The rights of
third parties are acknowledged.
Please
select one of the following:
Special
Children
Christmas
Selection
Concerned
about the Future?
I
Know Who Holds the Future
I do not know
what lies ahead,
The way I cannot
see,
But one stands
near to be my guide,
He'll show the
way to me.
I know who
holds the future
And He'll
guide me with his hand
With God
things don't just happen,
Everything by
him is planned.
So as I face
tomorrow,
With its
problems large and small,
I'll trust the
God of miracles,
Give to Him my
all.
I do not know
how many days
Of life are mine
to spend,
But one who
knows and cares for me
Will keep me to
the end.
I do not know
the course ahead,
What joys and
griefs are there.
But one stands
near who fully knows,
I'll trust His
loving care.
This was Kathryn's dedication hymn. (In our church we
dedicate our children to God, rather than having infant Baptism.) It sums up most of our feelings and thoughts
when Kathryn was born. We literally entered into a totally unknown situation.
All we knew was that whatever happened, God would be with us. He has provided
for us in many ways, not least by making it possible for us to be at our
current hospital.
We don't know what the future holds, either for
Kathryn or for us, but ''I know who holds the future, and He'll guide me
with His hand, with God things don't just happen, everything by Him is planned.''
Heaven's
Special Child.
A meeting was
held quite far from earth.
''It's time
again for another birth,''
Said the angels
to the Lord above
''This special
child will need much love,
''His progress
may be very slow,
Accomplishment
he may not show
And he'll
require extra care
From all the
folks he meets down there.
''He may not run
or laugh or play;
His thought may
seem quite far away.
In many ways he
won't adapt
And he'll be
known as 'handicapped'.
''So let's be
careful where he's sent,
We want his life
to be content.
Please, Lord,
find the parents who
Will do a very
special
job for you!
''They will not
realise right away
The leading role
they are asked to play,
But with this
child sent from above,
Comes stronger
faith and richer love!
''And soon
they'll know the privilege given
In caring for
their gift from heaven.
Their precious
child so meek and mild,
Is Heaven's
very Special Child.''
By Edna
Massimilla, copied with permission
Baby
Daughter.
We
have a baby daughter,
Kathryn
is her name,
She
looks like other babies
But
inside she's not the same
She's
methylmalonic-
She
can't digest her food.
We
see you look and say ''What's that?''
We'll
tell you in a word.
She
cannot eat much protein,
It
makes her very ill,
But
it's not the sort of sickness
For
which you take a pill.
She's
often at the hospital
And
never long at home;
Although
she's there so often
She's
never left alone.
Her
'uncle' Doctor Stacey
Is
such a caring man,
And
when she's really very ill
He
does all he can.
There's
a loving Heavenly Father
Who
cares for Kathryn too.
She'
one of 'His Special Children'
And
He loves her, just like you.
©
E Priddy
|
Teenage
Daughter
We have
a teenage daughter,
Kathryn
is her name,
She
looks like other children,
But
inside she's not the same.
She's
methylmalonic,
She
can't digest her food.
She's
got a lot of problems,
But
she's really very good.
She
still has naso-gastric feeds
Two
times every day
Appointments
at the hospital,
But
rarely now to stay.
Growth
hormone by injection
To make
her grow up tall;
Although
she's getting older
She
still seems rather small.
She's
really very clever
At maths
and reading too;
Games on
the computer,
She'd
love to play with you.
She's
not so very clever
At
writing or P.E.;
At
riding on a pony
She's
better far than me.
So thank
you God for Kathryn,
That she
can grow and thrive;
Most of
all we thank you
That our
daughter's still alive.
© E
Priddy
|
Adult
Daughter
We
have an adult daughter,
Kathryn
is her name.
She
looks like other people
But
inside she's not the same.
She's
methylmalonic,
She
can't digest her food.
She's
got a lot of problems,
But
she's really very good.
She
has no naso-gastric feeds
At
any time of day;
Appointments
at the hospital
But
rarely now to stay.
Growth
hormone by injection
To
make her grow up tall.
Although
she's getting older
She
still seems rather small.
She's
really very clever
At
maths and writing too.
Games
on the computer
She'd
love to play with you.
She
plays a lot of music
On
tambourine and drum.
The
bass drum in the orchestra
Is
her favourite one.
She's
not so very clever
At
reading or P.E.
But
this is just because
She
finds it difficult to see.
So
thank you, God, for Kathryn.
She
still can grow and thrive.
But
most of all we thank you
That
our daughter's still alive
©
E Priddy
|
Goodnight
James
The following poem is taken from the book, used by
permission of James' father, Mr. James Monihan Senior. ''Goodnight James''
is the story of the life of James Monihan who died of Cystic Fibrosis at the
age of 14. The story is very moving and tells of a family struggle against
illness and their ultimate suffering. Although James had a different type of
disorder, I find that the book
is still very relevant to us. I have only read it twice, yet I feel
that I am reading about a friend.
Goodnight James was available from:
2a Belford Avenue,
Edinburgh, Scotland, EH4
3EJ
at a cost of £1.25 per copy, post paid.
All profits are donated to the Cystic
Fibrosis Research Trust.
Please check for availability now.
''Lent
for a While''
"I'll lend
you for a while
A child of
mine'' God said.
''For you to
cherish while he lives
And mourn for
when he's dead.
It may be six or
seven years
Or only two or
three.
But, will you,
till I call him home,
Look after him
for me?
''He'll bring
his love to gladden you
And, should his
stay be brief
You'll have lots
of memories
As solace for
your grief.
I cannot promise
he will stay
Since all from
earth return,
But there are
lessons taught below
I want this
child to learn.
''I've looked
the whole world over
In my search for
teachers true.
And from the
throng that crowds life's lanes
At last I've
chosen you.
Now will you
give him all your love
Nor think your
labour vain
Nor turn against
me when I take
Him back to me
again?''
Keep
CHRIST in CHRISTmas
Keep Jesus
Christ in Christmas
Because if you
take him out
No-one will know
What Christmas
is about.
If there'd been
no baby
Born in
Bethlehem,
There'd be no
angels, shepherds, kings,
None of them
Would have come
to spread the good news
That Jesus is
our King
The Son of God,
Our Saviour,
That for our
sins He died.
So put Jesus
back in Christmas
And remember Him
with pride.
As you see the
crackers, cards and tree
Remember 'Jesus
Christ loves me!'
As you eat your
Christmas dinner too
Tell your
friends and family
'Jesus loves
you!'
Keep Jesus
Christ in Christmas
HE's what it's
all about
Without HIM
there'd be no Christmas
Please don't
leave him out!
© E Priddy
God’s
Love
God loves you
You're his
friends
That's why he
sent his son,
As a baby born
at Christmas,
For you, for me,
for everyone.
God's son was
very special,
Our kids are
special to.
That's why, at
Easter,
Jesus died for
me and you.
God helps us in
the daily round,
Feeds, tubes and
all the rest,
That through our
Saviour, Jesus,
This Christmas
will be blessed.
'This Christmas
greeting is a prayer
That God may
truly bless
Your heart, your
home and those you love
With lasting
happiness.''
Jesus
Born in Bethlehem.
Jesus, Precious
Saviour,
Born in
Bethlehem
Jesus, Son of
God,
You came to save
all men.
Born a babe in a
stable small
You came because
you love us all.
Thank you,
Precious Saviour,
Born on earth
for me
Thank you
precious Son of God
You were born to
die for me.
© E Priddy
Being
“There”
''I was there'',
said the donkey,
''I heard the
angels sing.
I saw the star
and shepherd
I saw the baby
king.''
''We were
there'', said the angels,
''We came to
earth to sing.
We saw the star
and shepherds,
We saw the baby
king.''
''We were
there'', said the shepherds,
''We heard the
angels sing.
We took a lamb
for the baby,
The baby born to
be king.''
''We were
there'', said the wise men,
''We came on our
camels to bring
Precious gifts
for the baby,
The baby born to
be king.
''We will
come'', said the children,
''We will come
and sing.
We will sing
with the angels
For the baby
born to be king.''
© E Priddy
Jesus Precious
Saviour,
Born in
Bethlehem,
Jesus Precious
Saviour,
You came to
earth for men.
Born a babe in a
stable small
You came because
you love us all.
Thank you,
precious Saviour
Born in
Bethlehem,
Thank you
precious Saviour
That you came to
save all men.
Jesus Precious
Saviour,
Born in
Bethlehem,
Jesus son
of God,
You came to
earth for men.
Born a babe in a
stable small
You came because
you love us all.
Thank you,
precious Saviour
Born in
Bethlehem for me
Thank you
precious Saviour
You were born to
die for me.
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