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Rosemary Brooks has been a Free Methodist for over twenty
years. She graduated from Indiana University in 1942 with
a degree in music. In 1947 She was married to Lesley Brooks
and was blessed with six children. He went to be with the
Lord in May of 1981. Along with writing poetry for the Ritter
Ave. FMC newsletter, she is the church pianist.
She comments, "My desire is for my peotry to be used
as an encouragement to everyone. I have been asked - 'When
did you begin writing poetry?' My first poem was written 1932,
entitled 'April'. It was only after my interim at I.U. that
I became serious in my love for poetry. I have written several
poems after I became a Christian some twenty years ago. I
was asked to submit a poem for our local church newsletter,
entitled "The Light", which was printed once each
month. Under inspiration of the Holy Spirit and directed by
God,I continued to contribute my poems each month.
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God
with Us
God, in His Mercy
Takes care of His own.
We are made to see
His deliverance
In all things
Not only in life today;
But, in the problems
And troubles that come our way.
We feel His presence
And strength to carry on
From the day we were born.
There were times we felt forlorn
And wondered the whys
And the whatever;
But, then God came to us
With His love and presence.
God knows our needs
And hears our pleads
He answers beyond our belief.
He fills our hearts
And souls with such relief
And gives us a New Song
That rights every wrong.
God's Gift to Man
God dips His brush of love
To create the beauty of Fall.
He paints each leaf a different color
The wonder of nature — we appall.
The beauty of nature
Is something to behold
Like God's handiwork of gold
Refined and made pure.
We see the stately mountains
As they seem to kiss the sky
That meets their summits.
The sun casts its rays
To make shadows as it plays.
We gaze in awe at the beautiful foliage
So rare.
There are colors of orange, some red
And green.
In all this — God's handiwork is seen
None can compare.
We praise you God! We praise Your Name!
For such a display of beauty
All given to us in love.
No leaf on the trees is the same
All are here
As a gift from above!
We praise you, God!
My God and I Hand in Hand
Summer is here
Be of good cheer.
It's time to take a walk
Less talk
Time to listen to the birds
As they feed their young
And the fluttering of their wings,
Making us feel we all belong
What could go wrong?
As we walk along
Life's pathway,
We seem to hear God say
"My child, take my hand, go with me;
and you will see the beauty of life
I have for thee."
God will clasp my hand
And hold me firm in His grasp.
I feel His presence His closeness
The love that he gives
To brighten up my day.
He takes my fear away.
I'm learning to trust Him
To obey His every desire.
As we continue to walk in the way
-my God and I-
I breathe a sigh - He asks me why?
We pause beside the still quiet water
My reflections reveal a look of disbelief.
Again, God tightened His grip on my hand
And He says ''My child,
Life sometimes brings grief;
But, I'm here to give you peace and relief"
God is faithful to answer our prayers.
His promises are true His voice I hear "I'll be with you
-in joy and in sorrow -
in your happiness;
I'll bless you with peace
As Hand in Hand
We walk together in our land."
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