Betty Thompson 

Gilbert, Arizona 

  
 
 

Betty lived her early years within the view of the Ohio River in the town of McMechen South of Wheeling, West Virginia. Attended local schools and learned to love writing poetry. She moved to Arizona in 1946 where she wrote and produced public radio for Williams Air Force Base. She is a public accountant (primarily taxes). She spent several years as office manager of the Bible Institute with Dr. C.W. Burpo, writing for the Institute Paper and doing some broadcast work. Her work has been published by local newspapers, National Library of Poetry and Bible Institute News. She says writing poetry helps her express her Christian love for her fellow man. 
 

He'll Lead The Way 

As you stand at the top of the Mountain
With uneasy heart and troubled brow
Are you thinking of what is before you
And the burden you're bearing now?

Does it seem the whole world's against you
And you must fight the battle alone
Remember when life's at its lowest
That's when God's power is shown.

As you gaze out over the mountain
Blinded and weary with pain
Knowing your heart can't endure it
You simply can't bear the strain.

Then a small voice whispers within you
"Look up to the Heavens above,"
And lift your hand to the Master
He'll lead the way with His Love.

Tithing—A Seed In God's Garden

You planted a seed and watched it grow
And proudly you surveyed 
As you watched it and cared for it
A sturdy plant you'd made.

And then the wind and storm came down
And your sturdy plant did fall.
It twisted it and tore it
And ruin lay over it all.

A proud man never claims defeat
And so you tried once more
To plant a crop of seedlings
Your pride began to soar.

And once again you proudly said
"I knew I couldn't fail"
And once again—before your eyes
The wind began to wail.

And once again the storm clouds came
And tore across your land
And totally destroyed
The labor of your hand.

Now, my friend, there is a seed
that God would bid you sow.
It's a seed of love and giving
It's not a debt you owe.

It's a seed that's ever growing
How straight and tall it stands
No storm can ever tear it down
It's made by the Master's Hand.

So plant your seed in God's Garden
And blessings you will reap
In wisdom, love and happiness
When all God's Laws you keep.
 

Compassionate Service

A comforting word, a friendly deed
Will bring you blessings untold.
When you but give with a loving heart,
You'll always receive ten-fold.

When you help a needy friend
Along Life's rocky way,
The peace that's deep within your heart
You'll find is there to stay.

You'll find that peace eternal
Is a smile—a touch of cheer,
A simple prayer—a fond hello
Just knowing a friend is near.
All poems Copyright © 1998 Betty Thompson. All rights reserved.