These Poems contained within this site are a special dedication to all of the Peyman Family. Without their permission this site could not have been created.
These Poems contained within this site are a special dedication to all of the Peyman Family. Without their permission this site could not have been created.
Thank You, Lord, for EVERYTHING
You've given to us all,
For good times and for hard times,
For things both great and small.
For food we eat, for clothes we wear,
For sunshine and for rain,
For blessings so abundantly,
For joys and sorrow and pain.
For family ties that make a home,
For friends we meet each day,
For love and guidance from above,
For answers when we pray.
For skies so blue, and yet some clouds,
For strength that Thou has given
To walk the pilgrim journey here,
For a promised home in Heaven.
For trials that come, and trials that go,
We all must have a few.
For grace and mercy that You give,
For simply being YOU.
Thank you, Lord, for EVERYTHING,
We can't name them one by one.
They're all wrapped up together, Lord,
In Jesus Christ, Your Son.
In dreams I saw the bridge of life
The bridge itself is weak and worn
And why, thought I, would God, so kind
But when I raised by eyes above,
He stopped beside that ancient bridge
And then, I knew, there was no man
I cannot weave a tapestry,
I have no silver notes to turn--
I cannot preach a sermon
I cannot climb a mountain
I cannot paint a masterpiece.
For though I do not weave or climb,
My life touched yours for a very brief space,
Was I steeped so deep in the ways of the world
Did I carry no banner for Jesus my Lord,
Forgive me! And if we should meet again
Oh, beautiful rose, please tell me,
Oh, life that is clothed in beauty,
A life that is crushed by sorrow,
Oh, do not repine at your testing,
He knows how much we are needing,
Then let us rejoice when He sendeth
The Lord is my shepherd,
He binds up my wounds,
He meets all my needs,
Yea, though I wander
To bring me back
He died on the cross
Though the cover is worn
When I prayerfully look
This old Book is my guide,
Oh, wonderful, wonder Word of the Lord,
Each line hath a treasure, each treasure a pearl,
God's Word is like a deep, deep mine,
When you woke this morning
When you awoke this morning
I came to the Valley of Sorrow,
Yes, as I look back to that valley
Yes, fair is the Valley of Sorrow
Oh, beautiful Valley of Sorrow,
There is a special place in life
There is a special place in life,
There is a special place in life
There is a special place in life
When I have a lot of worried,
And when I look around for comfort,
Then my heart is filled with gladness,
And I am no longer troubled
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
If you think you're out classed, you are.
Life's battles don't always go
"Absent from the body,
You ask me how I know it's true,
I once didn't know the Savior,
But soon the worldly pleasures
The drink, the dance, the crowd, the noise,
Before me through the veil of tears
I saw the Glory of the cross,
My debt of sin had all been paid;
This gracious invitation
Now cleansed and washed, forgiven
I'm so much better off today,
And here on heaven's peaceful shore,
But you'll never meet me here above,
Then you too can claim this blessed truth
The Lord is my shepherd;
The Bible is bound with a scarlet cord
In shadow and symbol and type, I find
So bring is the red of the Gospel cord
Here, Peter takes hold of the binding strong,
But John pulls the cord to unveil the face
A glory gilds the sacred pages,
I used to pray "Lord give me space,"
I used to pray "Lord give me space,"
But things were not as I supposed,
The sweet concern from which I fled,
There is a hill outside of town,
It lies far from the other hills,
I stand upon the very top,
There's something very restful
The little hurts, the little pains
And every heart should sometimes go
Jesus had a little hill,
I am thankful today in the name of the Lord,
Through the darkest of hours though I heard not a word
Tho' invisible His presence, what a comfort to know
Through valleys of shadows, I was called on to go,
Gifts that are given are precious to all
The Bridge of Life
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
O'er which each soul must go,
And down below the rapids roar
In wildest winds that blow.
From those who passed before.
With any step the stumbling soul
May slip and be no more.
Not mend that dangerous way?
Why would He let each precious life
Cross on that bridge each day?
There coming through the night,
I saw an angel, bright with grace,
Who shone with love and light.
And so this day He stands
Beside each soul that walks thereon
To guide with loving hands.
Who walked that bridge alone.
For God's own angels guard our way
To light the dark unknown.Second Sight
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
Whose vibrant colors gleam,
But I can thread a needle,
And sew a little seam.
Into a lovely song.
But I can sit and listen
To the tune and hum along.
To edify the year,
But I can say a little prayer,
The Lord can always hear.
All clothed in clouds of white,
But I can walk a woodland path,
And feel my heart grow light.
I cannot carve in stone.
But there is something I can do
That is my very own.
Nor paint, or carve, or sing,
Somehow, I find a bit of God
In every living thing.The Beauty of Jesus in Me
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman 1990
And what, oh, what did you see?
A hurried, a worried, and anxious face,
Or the beauty of Jesus in me?
That you couldn't detect one thing
That would set me apart
And show that my heart
Belonged to the Heavenly King?
Not one thing at all that could show
Whose side I am on in this glorious fight,
I am His, but you wouldn't know.
Upon earth, oh, I pray you will see
No mark of this world,
But His banner unfurled,
And the beauty of Jesus in me.CRUSHED
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
For I would like to know,
Why must I crush your petals
That sweet perfume may flow?
Perhaps like that beautiful rose,
You will need to be crushed by suffering
E're you give out your best, who knows?
Can feel for another's grief,
And send out that sweet perfume of love
That will bring some heart relief.
When called to pass under the rod.
It is only that life might be sweeter,
and comes from the hand of God.
Of sorrow, or suffering, or test,
And He only gives to His children
The things that He knows are best.
Some sorrow or hardship that tries,
And be glad to be crushed as the rose leaf,
That a sweet perfume may arise.My 23rd Psalm
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
To Him I will go,
When the trials of life
O'er me overflow.
And I lean on His breast,
Where He bestows upon me
His love and His rest.
And stayeth beside,
So, if I need a bit of help,
He's always there to guide.
And goeth astray,
My blessed Redeemer
Will go all the way --
In His dear loving arms,
Where I'll be safe and secure
From the world of alarms.
To make me His own,
And when death bids me come,
He will take me home.
And I shall dwell in a
Mansion of glory--FOREVER.The Precious Book
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
And the pages are torn
And places bear traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
In the precious old Book,
As my eyes scan the pages I see,
Many tokens of love
From the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
'Tis a friend by my side,
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it each day.
True wisdom its pages unfold,
And though we may read it a thousand times o'er,
They never, no never grow old.
That all, if they will, may secure;
And we know that when time and the world pass away,
God's Word shall forever endure.
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.Did You Pray This Morning?
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
Did you look to God in prayer?
Did you thank your Heavenly Father
For a night of love and care?
Did you lift your eyes toward heaven
The blessed Lord to see
Whose eyes were ever on you
While you slept so peacefully?
Did you thank Him that He kept you
Through the darkness of the night?
And awakened you this morning
As the new day came to light?
Did you ask for grace and mercy,
And guidance for the day,
To meet the many trials
That perchance might come your way?
Did you pray for silence on your lips,
The Savior to impart
When angry words would tend to fall,
And wound another's heart?
Did you ask for courage, patience, strength,
The daily tasks to do
That step by step throughout the day
He'd see you safely through?
Did you ask the Lord to cleanse your heart
From secret fault and sin?
That His abiding place might be
A temple clean within?
Did you pray for sunshine in your soul?
Bid anxious cares to flee?
And ask that through the clouds of life
His loving face you'd see?
Did you ask to wear a cheery smile
From the dawn to setting sun?
And pray He'd find you faithful
When the busy day was done?
Did you pray the loving Father
To care for those you love?
And that their lives might showered be
With blessings from above?
Did you dare to ask the Savior
To send a soul your way?
That you His humble servant
Might win that soul today?
Did your Father find you there
Gathered with the faithful ones
Around His throne in prayer?The Valley of Sorrow
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
And dreadful it looked to my view
But Jesus was walking beside me,
So together we journeyed it through.
And now I look back to that valley
As the fairest I ever have trod,
For I learned there the love of my Father,
I leaned on the arm of God.
From the crest of it's glory crowned hill,
I call it my valley of blessing,
It lieth so peaceful, so still.
And sweeter it is to my spirit,
Than the chorus of jubilant song.
It's there the mourners find comfort,
It's there the weak are made strong.
God's tenderest angels are there.
It's shadows are made light with patience
And sweet with the fragrance of prayer.
Tired hearts gather strength in that valley,
And burdens once heavy are light.
Sweet are the songs in the sunshine,
Sweeter the songs in the night.
So holy, so calm, and so blessed.
They ways are the fairest I've traveled
This side of the land of my rest.
And if some day the Father should ask
Which was the best paths I have trod,
How quickly my heart would make answer
"The Valley of Sorrow - Praise God!"A Place for Me
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
1991
That needs my humble skill,
A certain job that I'm meant to do
That no one else can fill.
The hours are demanding,
And the pay is not too good,
But I wouldn't dare exchange it
For a moment if I could.
A goal I must attain.
A dream that I must follow,
For I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it be.
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me.
That only I must share,
A little path that bears my name
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say.
There is a smile that I must give
And tears to wipe away.
That I was meant to fill.
A sunny spot where flowers grow
Upon a little hill.
And there always is tomorrow,
And the best is yet to be.
For somewhere in this world, I know
There is a place for me.Little Sparrow
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
And my soul is weighted down,
I can almost hear Him saying
Only crosses make a crown.
And when my eyes are burning,
From the tears that I have shed,
Comes the gentle voice, "Remember
What I suffered in thy stead."
And there is no listening ear,
Comes a whisper close beside me
"Hush, my child, I'm here."
Then, somehow, the heavy burden,
Which I almost could not bear,
Slips from off my aching shoulders,
And becomes as light as air.
And with joy as it recalls,
He knows all things down to the time
The smallest sparrow falls.
Then a new hope stirs within me
Like the beat of feathered wings
And in outstretched arms I find
A love to which I cling.
At the parting of the ways,
For long ago He told me
I'll be with you all your days.
Then I find a blessed heaven,
Far beyond the reach of man,
Just like the little sparrow
That He shelters in His hand.Thinking
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win but you think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
For out of the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
To a stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.Absent from the Body -
by Bernice Peyman
Present with the Lord
©Bernice Peyman 1964
Present with the Lord,"
Is in my life fulfilled today
According to God's Word.
Beloved, let me say
The precious blood of Jesus Christ
Has washed my sins away.
My life was lost in sin,
I sought the pleasures of the world,
To give me peace within.
Turned joy into pain;
They lasted for a moment,
And then were gone again.
But added misery,
Until one day, in tears, I cried --
"Lord Jesus, set me free."
I say him crucified;
I heard His tender, loving voice
It was for you I died.
I saw the weight of sin;
The stripes that rightfully were mine
Had all been laid on Him.
He whispered, "Come to Me,"
My broken, bleeding body
Means life, not death, for thee.
Wrought conviction in my soul;
Before the blood-stained cross I prayed
"Lord Jesus, make me whole."
By Jesus' love and grace,
Before His throne, in garments white,
With joy, I take my place.
Away from sorrow and pain.
So, praise the Lord, He took me home,
Don't wish me back again.
With longing heart I'll wait,
Until I see each one of you
Walk through the golden gate.
Unless you trust in Him,
So open now your sinful heart
And let the Savior in.
According to God's Word --
"Absent from the body,
Present with the Lord."My Good Shepherd
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman 1970
I shall not want anything
He supplieth my every need
according to His riches in glory;
He maketh me to lie down and rest
on beds of ease, when I'm
tired and weary
at the end of the day;
He leadeth me beside the
"fount of living waters,"
when my soul is thirsty and dry;
He forgiveth all my sins,
confess and forsake them;
He leadeth me in the path of
everlasting life,
because of His great love for me;
Yes, tho I backslide and goeth astray,
He will not leave me,
but chastise with love,
and bring me back to the fold;
He prepareth a table before me,
with all the good things to eat,
and the bread of life for my underfed soul;
He gently pats my head
to revive the spirit within me
when I feel depressed
and forsaken by God;
My cup is full to overflowing,
so others might find this good shepherd too;
Surely His love and compassion
will follow me all the days of my life
And I shall dwell in the land of the living --
forever!
The Scarlet Line
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
That reaches from cover to cover.
It tells of the blood of the cross of Christ,
And ties it all together.
Jehovah, the Christ, my Savior:
In Pentateuch, history and poets' page
And prophecy, minor and major.
As it stretches from Matthew to John,
So crimson the line that has tied my heart
To the heart of the Father's Son.
And he fishes for souls of men:
There, Paul weaves a tent of crimson
Where he tells the old story again.
Of the One whose blood was shed,
And I fall at His feet, for now I know
Why my Bible is bound in red.
Majestic as the sun.
It gives its light to every age.
It gives, and borrows none.
Lord Give Me Space
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
How little did I know,
I thought I had to be away from Him
In hope that I could grow.
I wanted to fly, to try out my wings,
And struggling to be free,
I tried my best to build a wall
Between my Lord and me.
I thought I was confined,
I wanted to be out among
Those carefree friends of mine.
At last, He opened up His hand
So that I could depart,
And set out to make my way
With glad and eager heart.
I had so much to bear,
And somehow when I needed them
My friends were never there.
I wasn't brave and fearless,
Left high upon a limb,
And it didn't take me very long
To know I needed Him.
Was His tender love for me.
And when I thought I was confined,
'Twas then I was most free.
And so, I turned and headed home,
And in His sweet embrace,
I had no need to bow my head
And pray "Lord give me space."
My Little Hill
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman
Not very far from here,
On which the pines grow thick and tall,
And beautiful all year.
Secluded, all alone.
I go there sometimes when I'm sad.
That hill is all my own.
Quite hidden by the trees
I look out at the countryside,
And listen to the breeze.
In the stillness that I find,
And little cares and worries
Sort of vanish from my mind.
My spirit could not drop,
All seem to disappear from me
When I have reached the top.
Where all is quiet and still.
Life's road is not so weary
When you have a little hill!
A place He went to pray.
What a wonderful example,
Let us follow in His way.
A Prayer of Thanks
by Bernice Peyman
©Bernice Peyman 1946
Because of your prayers for me,
When helpless, I rested in Jesus name
Who heard each petition and plea.
Your prayers winged their way to the throne,
And moved with compassion the love of the Lord,
Who hath promised to care for His own.
In the hours of trial and fear,
I could reach out my hand into empty space
And feel that my Savior was near.
But your prayers followed all of the way,
Till your will and God's were united in one,
And the shadows soon faded away.
Who are weary and burdened with care,
But the greatest gift a friend can bestow,
Are the words of a humble prayer.
Permission Granted by her son, Veryl H. Peyman
Permission Granted by Mrs. Peyman's granddaughter, Diane Troyer
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