Edith Elhart Fairbanks

Tucson, Arizona, USA

Edith has been writing poetry, in earnest, since the early 1970's. She is retired after 21 years as a computer operator for a car dealership in Tucson, Arizona. She is an active member of Rosemont Community Church and loves music and singing, another blessing from God. Edith has had her poetry published by The National Library of Poetry, Her church periodicals, Treasure of Christian Verse (Barbour and Co., Inc.) and also by Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum, Inc. Edith is a widow. Edith says, "Writing poetry is a gift form God and reveals my innermost feelings—a window of my soul."

My Bible

As I was walking through my bible one early
morning hour

My Jesus was beside me and I could feel
His power

He spoke to me of many things as we did
walking go

And I'll share with you some things He said—
FOR I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW!

He said I died upon the tree on Calvary's
bleak hill

To free each burdened sin-sick soul eternal
life to give

He said each nail that pierced His frame

Each thorn that tore His brow

Each angry word they hissed at Him

Your worth each torturous hour

He said that death He overcame for just
someone like me

And I looked into His wondrous face
eternity to see

And so I rise up early—for my Savior I
must meet

As we travel through the Bible—and I listen to
Him speak.

Communion

I sit in the pew as communion is served
and humbly bow my head.
The glass in my hand holds the fruit of
the vine signifying the blood he shed.
And mirrored there on the dark red sea is
the sinner whose place he took!

Thank you, dear Lord, for the precious
blood that was shed on that terrible tree—
Thank you, Lord, for this church where I
sit and your word is preached glorious
and free!
Thank you for family and friends, dear
Lord, for those who love you too!
And thank you, too, for those that I love
who are not quite sure of you—
Dear Lord, I pray that they will soon
learn to know and love you too!

Help me to live my life each day as you
would have me do—
And so unworthy as I am, I humbly drain
my cup.
May I remember your words, dear Lord,
and JOYOUSLY LIFT IT UP!

Easter

Look deep in the hart of a lily,
Down the long, long corridor of time
And see the cross of our Savior
And the light hovering round it sublime!
Don't stop from your gazing, or falter,
For seeing that cross in its light—
A name can be seen when you find yourself at its foot
And you want to take flight—
For the name written there is your name and mine!

Then as you gaze it fades slowly away—
And the KING OF THE JEWS is written there
And you know as you look that HIS promise
HE kept
And safe and secure you can be—

For the empty tomb proves that Christ Jesus arose
And death no more has its sting—
And we who believe will like HIM someday be
And live on eternally!