Helen M. Addleman

Curwensville, Pennsylvania

Helen M. Addleman was born on May 21, 1922 in Grampian, PA to John and Myrtle Curry. She married Clyde Joseph Addleman (now deceased) on April 4, 1942. She has three children, Jeanne, Diana, and Stephen, and eight grandchildren. She graduated from Clearfield High School in 1940. Her occupation was a secretary and homemaker. She is a member of the Curwensville Presbyterian Church. Helen is also a member of Women's Friendship Club. She has three poems written in three books called "Poetic Voices of America"; one in the summer of 1991 called "Peace"; two in the spring of 1991 called, "When God Formed Man"; and in the fall called, "An Hour of World". They are all in Sparrowgrass Poetry forum. She wrote poetry for the church newsletter for two years called "Presbyterian Chimes". Also has a poem in "A View From The Edge", called "God of Love", the same one in a calendar. In The National Library of Poetry, she also has a tape with the same poem. She also has an album with her own poetry. I have been inspired by God, my husband Clyde, and my family of eight of which I am the seventh one. I also belong to the International Poetry Hall of Fame, and contributed to The National Library of Poetry's Anthology Series.

The Church

The church is a wonderful place.
Where we can always seek God's face,
Also where we can dry our many tears,
And be comforted always from our fears.

We attend each Sunday morning.
The pastor always gives a warning.
Oh! may we always renounce our sin,
So that the light will always shine within.

We sit so quiet and meditate,
And wonder just what is our fate.
The hymns we sing, the prayers we say.
Will always brighten up our day.

The organ with its pleasant sound.
Will help us worship God, His will we found.
We look to Christ who fills our hearts,
And makes us sure we do our part.

We journey home our love to share.
With those who couldn't be there.
They are always glad to hear the right.
The way salvation gives its light.

Through the days and weeks we do go.
Our love for others we should show.
It gives us many thoughts that lift,
Our hearts in praise from out our lips.

Each time we go to church and sit,
And let the spirit move to sift.
The woes and the foes that sadden us,
And gives us cause to go to church.

To those who don't know the love that's there.
Where we always glory in our hope to share.
We win new friends who stand by you;
Sometimes there's many sometimes there's few.

By and by the church will go,
While God with His blessing will bestow.
The wedding feast will come about,
and everyone will sing and shout.

Folks what would we do without the church?
It stands for many trees, even the birch.
We would just think and wonder throughout the earth,
Trying with all our might to show our worth.

So can't you attend it and sing and praise the Lord.
There's no other way we can afford.
But to mingle with His children far and near,
We know we can serve our master without fear.

You will be comforted without a doubt.
And Christ will come and that's what its all about.
His blessed Word will stand throughout the ages,
As you read it from all its pages.

You won't be following the crowd as they say,
And this path to serve Him will be the way.
As Christmas comes about each year.
By faith we can truly hold our loved ones most dear.