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Where is My Home? – A Story Poem

Where is My Home?

Written by Victoria L. Smith

I pedaled down the country road.

My shadow flew as it had never flown.

I rode faster.

I turned the sharp corner down a gravel drive.

I pedaled hard, home in sight.

I jumped off my bike, and let it roll.

I ran fast to the door, flung it open and rushed inside.

But, alas, the house, was empty

Where was my family?

Where was all the furniture?

Gone, they were never to come back.

I left the house in grief for I had been to late.

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The World Passes Bye

This poem is by my great-grandfather, who was born in Minnesota 1906 and traveled across the prairie in a covered wagon with his parents and older sister.  A section of the book A Life Well Lived by Jim Gwinn features a story on him.  Click here to view the chapter online.


The World Passes Bye

IV The Hand Writing on the Wall

by Orin Phelps

Written in 1995 at the Age of 90


 On to an ungodly king and kingdom

how surely and swiftly the axe did fall

when meaning was given by the prophet Daniel

to the handwriting on the wall.

Again God Directed the hands of men to write

of the fate that would befall

to those who would not turn to

Jesus in answer to His call.

That great day of reigning could come so soon

that the life span of many would not be run.

Think not that you have tomorrow,

for even now the countdown could have begun.

It will all happen so quickly

in the twinkling of an eye.

First the dead in Christ shall rise

and be transported to the sky.

Then the redeemed among the living

all join them to be with the Lord in the air,

what a reunion that will be,

for the saints will all be there.

Forgotten now are the sorrows

the cares and the pains.

Forgotten are the concerns about ourselves

and our worldly gains

Before the throne of God we came

like a mighty crystal sea.

Praise the Lord you were there

and thank God there was room for me.

There was a note of sadness though

for among the redeemed no one was worthy

to take the scroll and open the seals,

that held the events that would soon transpire

that had so long been concealed.

Then a new song we sang

‘Worthy is the Lamb of God

and worthy of all praise,

for He has redeemed us by His blood,

and saved us by His grace’.

One by one the seals, He opened

that all that were present might know

that the earth was in tribulation,

and great was the distress and woe.

From the earth below far and near

there were sounds of bitter wails

that resound from the crowded corridors

and out along the lonely trails.

The echoes from the hills

will just repeat their awful cries

‘We could have been among the redeemed

but we passed the Savior bye’.

Then mighty horses and riders

roamed at will across the

length and breadth of the land

spreading war and famine,

death and destruction on every hand.

Were the Lord God not to intervene

all life on earth would be lost,

in those final days of judgment

in that mighty holocaust.

If any should read these words,

whose lives are lost and deep in sin

Jesus said ‘I am the way the Truth and the Life

but you must be born again.’

Now if the Lord should tarry

and you are still in sin and sorrow;

then accept Him today with delay,

that you may have a joyous tomorrow.

It makes no difference who you are

nor how hard you try

you cannot enter heavens portals

and pass the Savior bye.

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A Poem: Winter


By Victoria L. Smith

Winter is my favorite season

for not just one reason

The flakes they fall

slowly they stall

their way to the earth

tighten the girth!

off we go

on a sleigh

o’er the snow

oh what a day

when the sun’s gone

we sit with cocoa ‘til dawn

never a better sight

then that of a crisp winter night

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A Poem: The Cross


By Victoria L. Smith

We nailed Jesus on the cross

through his hands

and in his feet

He hung there and died for us

But this the end be not

Christ was placed in a tomb

forever so we thought

Christ rose after three days

The stone removed

and the Christ alive in flesh again

The grave could not hold our Savior

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A Poem: A Girl in the Forest


By Victoria L. Smith

A girl walks along the forest edge

The new fallen leaves crunch beneath her feet

A stream runs near her

Bubbling over the rocks and stones

In the waters path

The trees are bent

From pounds of snow

And winds that blow

The soft green forest ground

Is covered with hard brown leaves

The girl’s nose is red

And her feet are bare

She wears old torn clothes

And not a glove or sock

Yet she is happy

She is home among the animals of the wood

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A Poem: A Girl at Sea


 By Victoria L. Smith

The girl looks on

As the wind blows

For all her kin is gone

She gazes at the waters

That lap never ending upon the side

She has sailed for many a day

And as they passed

All she knew drifted away

What once she looked upon with hope,

She know dreads

The new land lies

There for her,

Alas she has none to share it with

For all her kin was lost

On the journey across

What once she dreamed,

She now does not

For she is alone, so it seemed

But one is there for her

And was with her the length of the journey,

Although she forgot

This One’s name is God

And He awaits her freely in the new world

For that was the dream of her family

To live freely for God,

Not being persecuted for their faith

She can carry on that dream,

Though her family is elsewhere

As she walks ashore,

She sings a praise

For she might have been lost

She might have been taken by death like her kin

But she was not

So she lives for the One

Whom her parents lived for

And who saved her life

For she could have been

one that which was lost

She was spared

As she lives in the new land

With none but God,

He is enough

He will care and provide for her

When she has none but Him

She known her future not

But knows One who does

She knows He has a plan and will guide her

So she walks confidently

With none but God

For He is all she needs

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A Poem: A Choice


By Victoria L. Smith

Some live life

Full of strife

With no true help in sight

They live in the night

deceiving fake rays of light

flitter, then are gone

and not a sign of dawn

appears in the sky

Some others have hope,

they have joy and cope

those in the dark say

the joyful complete the task

they wear no mask

how can it be so

What do we not know?

The ones in the light keep

they do not tell a peep

How His love is wide and deep

Why are they still?

Why are we still?

Those in the dark need Him

Tell them what He gave, hurry!

They are on a fragile limb

before they pass

You must try!

Before the limb does break

You on an eternal branch!

Before they die!

Their world you may shake

Save them, I cry!

Will you step out and tell what He did send?

Or will you watch ‘till the end

and walk away after, without thought

think of which you ought

Which would you want more

a life with Him

or a life in sin?

If it were you

what would you do?

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A Poem: A Miracle

By Victoria L. Smith

A cloaked girl

In a dark lane

Whilst the snow’s awhirl

She ought to be in bed

On a night freezing cold

With a roof overhead

But no bed has she

To keep good and warm

Nor a home snug and cozy

She clings to her mum

Naught they can eat

Oh, the girl’s empty tum

What is this?

Faint visions flitter

Sprinkles of glitter

A basket of bread

‘peared hung on mum’s arm

‘A miracle,’ she said.

Joy, for the mum and the child

Would not yet starve

The food was high piled

The two will always remember

The great sent solace

On the twenty-fourth of December

Of God’s own promise

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A Poem: Some Don’t Know



Some Don’t Know

By Victoria Smith

Some do not know the good news

that a Babe was born

where the donkey chews

and eats his corn

The Babe that’s birth

has brought hope

a chance for those on earth

For this Babe is the Son of God

He has come to save

the norm and odd

The Son of God

Fully man, and fully God

He healed the weak

and loves us all

the strong and meek

He taught

so we might know

what we know not

His love never ends

No matter what we have done

His love never bends

God created you

and wants naught more

than to see you

abide in Him

God sent His only Son

to die for you and I

so that we could live

In heav’n with Him

Some do not know the good news

So spread it wherever you go

To whomever you meet

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