Frank E. Reeher

Mercer, Pennsylvania

I am retired and have lived in the general area of Mercer, Pa. all of my life. I have served in WWII and in Korea. I am a Lutheran, and a member of the V.F.W., Historical Society, Genealogical Society , and retirees club. I am active in Church work and in the community. My work is being published each month in our church paper. It has also been published in The National Library of the Poetry anthologies. The words I write are Gods, not mine. I am only His messenger. I write to make the point that He wishes to convey.

You Are There

I came to Thee, O God, in humble prayer
You heard me Lord You, were there.
I ask Your strength, my task, to share
I was renewed, You Lord, were there.

When a problem troubled my mind
I asked Your help, the puzzle to unwind.
I ask that your wisdom, with me, You share,
The trouble eased, You Lord, were there.

I called on You when I was ill,
Your healing, my body and mind to fill.
And, as with You my problems I share,
I feel Your Hand, I know Lord, You are there.

I ask O God, that You walk with me,
Live Your life thru me, that Your Grace, others see.
Your love and mercy, with me share
That others see not me, but they know You're there.

I ask not O God, for material things
Gold or silver, or diamond rings.
I ask only Lord, as I come in prayer
You let me know, O Lord, that You, are there.

Restore

I take communion to restore my soul,
The Bread and Wine, that makes me whole.
In memory of the One who died for me.

As I accept that Communion Bread,
I remember His life, given in my stead.
Bruised and beaten, thorns on His head.
I remember again, He died for me.

As I accept The Wine, in my cup,
I remember His life, for me, given up.
Remembering the spear, that pierced his side,
His Blood Shed, my sins to hide.

I remember The Cross, and in anguish, I cry,
O LORD, forgive my sins, which caused You to die.
I remember the Body, broken for me,
And his Holy Blood, shed on that tree.

Give me strength O Lord, Your story to tell,
That it may save some one, from going to Hell.
Let me share that story, of the rugged cross,
That a friend's soul, may not be lost.

Use me Lord, each and every day,
To show to others, Your Loving Way.
And each time I accept, The Bread and The Wine,
Let it strengthen me, to be always Thine.
LET ME ALWAYS REMEMBER, YOU, DIED FOR ME.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Frank E. Reeher. All rights reserved.