Poem for Mother's day

What is a Mother?

A mother is someone who tucks me in at night
But as I grow older, she nags at me to sleep, to eat right.
We call her Super mum that cooks, cleans and sweeps all night
Putting dust into prison
With her super broom of might.

I'd rather have my mom than anything else in the world
Like a 100 ringgit dress that attracts boys with every twirl
Your ears listen to my wants and needs better than any best friend could
If i had to give up everything for you trust me mom, I would.
But most of all, I need your love,
Your tender caring arms.
So we'd like to say Happy Mothers Day
To all the awesome moms!

original and authentic....creatively composed by GTSA JC X3 youths as presented on Mother's Day

Father's are wonderful by Helen Steiner Rice

Fathers Are Wonderful by Helen Steiner Rice

Father's are wonderful people

Too little understood,

And we do not sing their praises

As often as we should...



For, somehow, Father seems to be

The man who pays the bills,

While Mother binds up little hurts

And nurses all our ills...



And Father struggles daily

To live up to "his image"

As protector and provider

And "hero of the scrimmage"...



And perhaps that is the reason

We sometimes get the notion,

That Fathers are not subject

To the thing we call emotion,



But if you look inside Dad's heart,

Where no one else can see

You'll find he's sentimental

And as "soft" as he can be...



But he's so busy every day

In the grueling race of life,

He leaves the sentimental stuff

To his partner and his wife...



But Fathers are just wonderful

In a million different ways,

And they merit loving compliments

And accolades of praise,



For the only reason Dad aspires

To fortune and success

Is to make the family proud of him

And to bring them happiness...



And like Our Heavenly Father,

He's a guardian and a guide,

Someone that we can count on

To be always on our side.

A Mother's love By Helen Steiner Rice

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A Mother's love is something

that no one can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it

or take that love away . . .

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking . . .

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems . . .

It is far beyond defining,

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendoured miracle

man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God's tender guiding hand.

The Holy Alphabets

Although things are not perfect

Because of trial or pain

Continue in thanksgiving

Do not begin to blame

Even when the times are hard

Fierce winds are bound to blow

God is forever able

Hold on to what you know

Imagine life without His love

Joy would cease to be

Keep thanking Him for all the things

Love imparts to thee

Move out of "Camp Complaining"

No weapon that is known

On earth can yield the power

Praise can do alone

Quit looking at the past

Redeem the time at hand

Start every day with worship

Thanksgiving is a command

Until we see Him coming

Victorious in the sky

We'll run the race with gratitude

X alting God most high

Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...

Zion waits in glory....where none is ever sad

The Shadow of the Cross

Picture courtesy of Sis.Wendy Ee.....shadow by Bro.Stanley Wong


The shadow of the Cross

I take, O cross, thy shadow

For my abiding place;

I ask no other sunshine than

The sunshine of His face,

Content to let the world go by,

To know no gain or loss,

My sinful self my only shame

My glory is the cross.

Upon that cross of Jesus

My eyes at times can see

The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me:

And from my smitten heart, with tears,

To wonders I confess

The wonders of His glorious love

And my unworthiness.

Be-neath the cross of Je-sus,

I fain would take my stand,

In the Shad-ow of a might-y Rock

With-in His safety band

Someday I 'll met my Jesus

And see His nail pierced hands

With arms extended wide He'll say

Welcome home my friend.