Calvin M. Lake Rockwell, North Carolina

I have been writing Poetry since I was in High School (1938). I am a retired Independent Baptist Pastor. For several years I worked with the American Mission for Opening Closed Churches. The majority of my poems have been written with the hope of exalting the Lord Jesus Christ as God and that God has a plan for each person in the world. I had my book of poems self-published for immediate family and a few friends for Christmas 1995.

Precious Promise Precious promise God has given That as my Shepherd, He By waters still, the way will lead and from want I shall be free. When times are tough, the going rough, Of rest I am assured, As burdens bear, and troubles wear, My soul shall be restored. When death shall stalk, and its path I walk, He will reassure my heart; and I can say through all the way, Thou my rod and comfort art. When enemies encircle me, I will have no fear. God will protect and fight, you see, For He is always near. His love and mercy, have been so free, Down through my life, you know, So I should praise Him, you'll agree, For soon to Him I'll go.

Lead Me Lord Dear Lord, as I look up to Thee, The way of truth and Light I see To guide me through each day and night Lead me on, Oh God of might. Though pitfalls many, all about, I trust on Thee, to keep me out, And faith will keep me every day, But, Dear Lord, lead me all the way.

Mothers A mother's love, a Mother's care, A mother's sigh, a Mother's prayer A Mother's work, and Mother's day, Leaves little time for any play. A godly Mother with godly love, Is treasure from God above, A godly Mother with godly above, A godly Mother with godly care, Has God's help when she sighs a prayer.

God Is Not Dead! God is not dead, but is enthroned In Heaven high above. And seated at His right hand, Is His don of infinite love. God is not dead, for He is our life, Beyond this world, beyond the grave, Beyond the tyranny and the strife, Beyond the powers that enslave. God is not dead; the trumpet sounds Over mountains high and valleys deep; God is not dead; the call rebounds, From vales and rocks and mountains steep, God is not dead, but lives; and would impart To every human mind and heart, His love.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Calvin M. Lake. All rights reserved.