Poems by Lenora McWhorter

A woman of noble character, who can find?
She is more precious than rubies of any kind.
Her husband esteems her with love and respect.
She manages her household without neglect.

She rises early and plans her day with skill,
And with great wisdom she buys herself a field.
The woman works diligently with her hands;
her business is profitable and is in demand.

She helps the poor and those in need
and prepares for her family with love indeed.
Covering of scarlet for her home she makes
and sews linen and tapestry for her own sake.

Her husband is respected in the public place
as she works wisely with quiet grace.
The woman is clothed with honor and dignity,
speaks with wisdom, and quite charming is she.

Her children rise up and call her blessed,
and her husband praises her resourcefulness.
For favor is deceitful and beauty is vain,
but a God-fearing woman is of great gain.

I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.

I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.

I pray that God will protect you
every minute of every day.
And to always direct your path
and guide you on your way.

I pray that God will give you joy
and shower you with His peace.
I pray He will smile down on you
so His blessings will not cease.

I pray God's love will keep you
So you won't waver in your faith.
And may His presence surround you
as He covers you with His grace.

At Christmas, lights burn brighter,
and friendly hugs get even tighter.
The spirit of Christmas fills the air,
and people seem to really care.

Merry hearts are filled with cheer.
Families and friends all draw near.
The streets around are all filled
despite the cold winter chill.

Everywhere there's smiling faces,
giving and receiving warm embraces.
And for a time, sadness disappear.
Peace, joy and hope replaces fear.

All because God's love came down
and filled the earth all around.
So we celebrate at Christmas time
our Savior and Lord, holy, divine!

We honor Jesus throughout the year
so the Christmas spirit will linger near.
For the story of His birth is ours to tell -
that Jesus became our Emmanuel!

Thanks be unto God the Father
for His great work in creating man.
God decided to reproduce Himself, 
So He formed man with His hand.

God crowned man with His glory
and gave him dominion over the earth.
He made man a little lower than the angels
and honored him with great worth.

God endowed man with wisdom
so great things he would be able to do.
He made him in the likeness of Himself 
so man could become a father too.

Creating man was God's best work.
He gave him authority and great might
to provide for the needs of his family
and courage to face the darkest night.

We honor God for His creation
and for making man His masterpiece.
He is to be an extension of Christ Jesus
so God's kingdom work will not cease.

So we salute fatherhood everywhere.
It is the highest position in the land.
It's no greater honor than being called dad
and no greater foundation on which to stand.

You have served your time
and lived out your days.
You have now made the move
from your house of clay.

You went on ahead of us,
as you answered the call.
We, too, must take our leave,
not just some of us, but all.

We can no longer see you,
but we can feel you near.
You are hidden in our hearts,
and we'll always hold you dear.

We can no longer hear you,
but we will keep you close.
The memories of you are many,
and the love will not grow old.

We can no longer touch you,
but thoughts of you remain.
We remember your kindness
and the love we exchanged.

You are absent from the body;
it has now returned to the dust.
But your spirit lives on
and will reunite with us.

In the stillness of the morning,
while the world was still asleep,
the sun was hidden under cover
and silence was strong and deep.

I whispered a short prayer
with just a few choice words.
God was there in the silence,
and I knew my prayer was heard.

The restless night had been long,
and uncertainties filled my day.
Nothing calmed my restless heart,
so I knew I needed to pray.

In the silence God drew me close
until on His bosom I did lay,
and there we communed together.
No other word did I need to say.
   
I felt God's presence around me,
and my worries began to cease.
I gave the Father all my cares,
and He gave me His peace.

When my hope fades
and all my dreams die,
and I find no answer
by asking the Lord why,

I just keep on trusting
and hold on to my faith
because our God is just
He makes no mistakes.

When life's storms come
and trials I must face,
when I find no solution
I just rest in God's grace.

When life seems unfair
and more than I can take,
I look up to the Father;
He never makes mistakes.

God knows our struggles,
He sees every bend in the road.
But no mistake is ever made
'cause He weighs every load.