The Angels Were Waiting


Standing on an edge of a cloud,
Thousands of Angels are gathered 'round.
Thoughts of fear go through their heads.
The scene below has them scared.

The Angels are ready with their weapons in hand.
They may have to help the One with nails in His hands.
They wait for a cry of help from below.
He should have called them long ago.

He hasn't given in, but He's growing weak.
The crown of thorns has sent blood down His cheeks.
He hangs there one hour after another.
People say He's no better than any other.

He raises his chin from off His chest.
He looks down upon all the rest.
With the power He has left, He speaks.
Words we still hear that make our hearts weak.

It is finished. It is finished.
No more, no less; that's all He said.
The Angels look sad, but they know it had to be done.
That was the whole purpose of God's only begotten Son.

A ReMarkable Poem

Too Young to Die



I loved to run through those fields
on those warm summer days.
Then to jump in that lake
that was so cool and clear.

I still remember everyday that I walked
through the woods behind my house.
I can still see the creek that I followed.
I can hear those birds that always sang for me.

That time I fell asleep outside.
I was lying down and watching the stars.
They always seemed to put on a show for me.
It seemed like it was all yesterday. I wished it were.

It’s hard for me to forget those cold days
When I stayed inside next to the fire.
Looking out occasionally at the blanket of snow,
But quickly returning to my chair to dream about summer.

I always loved watching spring arrive.
Watching the flowers, seeing the bees
Always hard at work and never ending.
Seeing that hive dripping with honey.

The golden syrup, oh, so sweet,
Many times that taste was on my tongue.
Oh, how I loved those mornings.
The sun was always waiting when I awoke.

So many things I did.
So many things I’ll never forget.
So many more things I could’ve done.
I thought I was too young to die.

A Remarkable Poem

We The People

We the people
Would rather point a finger
Than lend a helping hand.
We the people
Would rather push
Than hug someone.
We the people
Would rather fight
Than to forgive.
We the people
Would rather make money
Than to make great friends.
We the people
Would rather sleep in
Than attend a church.
We the people
Need to change.


2004 Mark Edward Leslie July 4, 2004

A Poem for the New Year

Begin Again


We have our chance
To make new plans.

To do what’s right
To make a change
And not waste our time
On so many things.

We’ll spend our time
On things that gain
And not on life’s game
Of chasing fame.

So lets begin the year
With our minds set right.
This is the day
We begin again.

2005 Mark Edward Leslie January 01, 2005

As we learned at church today, life changes and renewels aren't to be yearly goals. We are to die daily to ourself. Everyday is a fresh start to live right and honor our Father in Heaven. May your new year be great. May God bless you as you bless Him.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Four Kings of Christmas


One king came by horse.
Dressed in royal blue.
He brought the gift of gold.

One king came by caravan.
Followed by many men.
He brought the gift of frankincense.

One king came by camel.
Covered with colors and gems.
He brought the gift of myrrh.

One King came by way of a manger.
Wrapped in used rags.
He brought the gift of life.


2004 Mark Edward Leslie December 19, 2004

My Cross

My Cross

You took away

My tears

My hurt

My loneliness

You took away

My thorns

My nails

My shame

You took away

My cross

2005 Mark Edward Leslie March 18, 2005

A Remarkable Poem

Today


Plans fail.
Hearts break.
Minds forget.
Bodies ache.
Love fades.
Faith goes.
Hope dies.
Dreams disappear.
Days end.

But there’s tomorrow.
2004 Mark Edward Leslie January 02, 2004

A New Year's Poem

Life Must Be Lived


Another year has come.
Another year has ended.
Time goes on.
It never waits.
Plans are unfulfilled.
Letters are unwritten.
The phone call was never made.
The church was never entered.
That friend was never forgiven.
That promotion wasn’t given.
That vacation wasn’t taken.
The tree house was never built.
The room was never painted.
That book was never read.
Another year has ended,
But another has come.
Remember time goes on
And it never waits.


2004 Mark Edward Leslie January 02, 2004

A Christmas Poem

Four Kings of Christmas


One king came by horse.
Dressed in royal blue.
He brought the gift of gold.

One king came by caravan.
Followed by many men.
He brought the gift of frankincense.

One king came by camel.
Covered with colors and gems.
He brought the gift of myrrh.

One King came by way of a manger.
Wrapped in used rags.
He brought the gift of life.

2004 Mark Edward Leslie December 19, 2004
Featured: Our Poetry; The Log Cabin Democrat; 12/11/05

A Remarkable Poem

We Miss Life


We get so busy
that we miss life.

We don’t notice
her crooked smile.
We look past
his blue eyes.

We don’t throw
the football anymore.
We forget about
her piano recital.

We skip family dinners.
We miss Sunday church.
We postpone date night Friday.

We spend all of our time
looking for the important things,
While missing those that really are.

Take time not to miss life.

2005 Mark Edward Leslie June 16, 2005

A Remarkable Poem

This poem was featured in the Lob Cabin Democrat this past Sunday (11/20/05). I hope you enjoy.

The Pinewood Church

Down in the woods
Sits a little pinewood church.
Its boards are stained with age
And its tin roof has rusted through time.

The doors have no locks
And push open with ease
To find six oak pews
And a piano inside.

It’s quite a surprise
That the piano’s in tune.
Since the old church
Sits idle most of the time.

Wait around long enough to see
the sun hide behind the trees and
There’s a little old couple that make their way
down to the worn church steps.

Once inside, she finds her place
On the little piano bench.
There she plays the good old hymns
then a few tears fall from her cheeks.

When the music fades, the gentleman
Takes his cane and walks to the stand.
There he preaches Psalm twenty-three
Then shares a prayer and he’s through.

For a moment, the old church seemed full,
But without a pause, they meet in the aisle.
Without a word, they turn to leave,
And walk back through the open doors.

With the church almost out of sight,
The old man turns around and looks back
At the old pinewood church and says,
“The three of us sure did have church today.”

2005 Mark Edward Leslie June 16, 2005