We Come to Thee
©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Pres
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Step by step, we come to Thee;
Thy light is a beacon for all to see.
Spiritual Poems
These spiritual poems may be used free of charge, for non-commercial use only. Spirituality is a powerful force for good in our world. I hope these spiritual poems will be a source of inspiration and peace to all who read them. With that purpose in mind, I am making them available for public use and enjoyment. (Please email a request for permission before using one of my spiritual poems. Include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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Tuscan Morning
©2003 by Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
Photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
Lord how manifold are thy works;
We all have eyes to see.
The earth is full of thy riches;
Our hearts sing praise to thee.
How Excellent Is Thy Name
©1996 Susan Noyes Anderson
We gather now before thee, Lord, united by our humble hearts
and bow our heads in gratitude for every gift that thou imparts
How excellent is thy name in all the earth
The Unclaimed Gift
©2008 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I gave my friend a priceless gift.
She did not look inside.
She did not lift the lid to find
what treasures it might hide.
Stand As a Witness
©2000 by Susan Noyes Anderson
Stand as a witness, a witness of God,
for the world has lost sight of His glory.
The truth must go forward. The battle’s engaged.
Stand with Him; let your life tell His story.
Your Own Identity
©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book
You want to make decisions for yourself,
to find out who you are and what you’ll be.
Sometimes you push the boundaries as you search
for something called your “own identity.”
Nativity Poem
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
We all have heard the story, it’s been told and then retold,
about the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem of old.
Yet every Christmastide the tale bears telling once again,
as we reflect on that sweet babe, born to redeem all men.
He Walked Alone
©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
Jerusalem, He entered like a King.
with shouts of acclamation, fronds of palm.
But these gave way to fear, and none were with Him.
To His stripes, loving hands applied no balm.