Anne Mae Roberts

Fryeburg, Maine

I have been writing poetry since my early teens. I am an ordained minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I love people, have a zest for life, and enjoy music immensely. I am active in ministry to young and old alike. I have had poetry published in local newspapers, by The National Library of Poetry as well. I write Bible studies for women, as well as sermons. Anne says, "Poetry is the natural beauty in expression."

Giving

Give as twas given to you
in you need.
Labor in the harvest,
willingly indeed,
For he who works willingly
in end times
Has caught the vision,

With a burning desire Lord,
Souls for thine Kingdom,
I do ask,
Fruit in Thy vineyard,
Help me to complete the task.

Father

Our bountiful Father above
We thank Thee dear Father with love.
We thank Thee for Joy evermore,
Our hearts in praise ever soar.

Our bountiful Father above
Our hearts full with Thanksgiving and love,
We thank Thee for shelter so kind,
We praise Thee with sweet peace of mind.

We thank Thee for refuge so dear,
We thank Thee dear Father Thou art near.
We thank Thee for blessings untold,
We thank Thee, there's streets in Heaven
pure gold.

Our hearts are filled with Thy praise
Jubilantly our voices raise
Crown Him! The dear son of God!

Harvest Cry

My field are white
My laborers are few
Go forth, there is much work left to do

He that goeth forth and weeping
Bearing precious seed
Shall doubtless come
Rejoicing with sheep for him.

Hasten, do not linger
For the times is drawing nigh
Soon there will be a soul's last cry,

Work in my field
While there is still time
Night time is coming
Work will be done.

Go preach my word
Far and near
To those who have a heart and
A listening ear.
Yea! Go forth!