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.
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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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.”
Easter Collection
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
I.
Christ, our glorious Elder Brother
Noble, perfect, free from sin
Firstborn Son of Heavenly Father
In all things like unto Him
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.