Janet Watson

I was born in Warwickshire into a happy Christian family, and became a teacher of children up to grammar school sixth formers. I was a Headteacher for 38 years before retiring in 1983. Four years later, I contracted cancer, and while in the hospital my faith in God grew stronger and I was filled with a wonderful calm beyond description. Certain that I had been saved for some special work, I prayed for guidance, and at 3a.m. I woke with my answer, my first poem complete. I knew for certain that it was my duty to pass these poems on to help and comfort others. My first book of poems, "In Praise of God" was published by Janus in 1994, and I now have others awaiting publication. On 10th Feb 1994, I was elected to the International Poetry Hall of Fame.

Could It Have Been For Me

Why was Christ born in a stable
With oxen standing by,
Could it have been to show me
A birth more lowly than mine?
Why did he work with Joseph
And help his mother mild,
Could it have been to show me
The honest word of a child?
Why did he, leaving all others,
Teach God's holy word,
Could it have been to tell me
That my voice too may be heard?
Why did he mix with sinners
Trying to make them good,
Could it have been to tell me
That all good Christians should?
Why did He let them take Him
And nail Him on a tree,
Could it have been to tell me
That He had died for me?
Why did He rise that first Easter
And conquer sin and death,
Could it have been to tell me
That He is with us yet?
What does He want me to do now
While I am still alive?
Surely, I must show others
That I am on His side,
So I'll live out my life for Jesus
just as He did for me
Then one day He'll say to the Father
Surely she/he did it for Me.

To All

We all have an angel to guide us,
We all have a star shining bright
We all have the chance to help others,
Through even the darkest night.
We all have to carry out God's purpose,
We all have a duty to fulfill.
Even though the way may be lonely
And often rough and uphill.
We all reach the end of our journey
When the aches and the pains shall be eased
I pray we shall hear God saying,
"This is My Child, in whom I'm well pleased."

Child of God

You are the child of the living God
No less
Your Father loves you, and will always bless,
He will enfold you in His wondrous love I know
For His Son, your Brother, told me so.