Her sterling character shines forth in these poems, proverbs
and songs. She always thought of the other person, and not
of herself.
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Mildred Frances Self
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POEMS AND SONGS
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Beautiful Things (Poem - Unknown Date) To wake up in the morning, And hear the birds sing, To watch a rainbow at sunset, Trees budding in the spring, To feel the soft wind blowing, Does a peacefulness bring, But this wonderful beauty He's given us, Is nothing to compare, If we live our life for Him, And protect this treasure rare. A treasure He's given us, In a temple of clay, For we shall live and reign with Him, And see His face someday. Smile (Poem - Unknown Date) Smile, not just at those who smile at you, But those that frown, smile at them too, You never know just why they frown, Or what your smile might do. It may be they're carrying a load, That's too heavy to bear, By smiling at them you let them know, There is someone to care. So, smile at them who frown, And we will surely learn That when we need a smile, Someone will that smile return. Burden Bearers (Poem - 1953) Lord, when the burden becomes great, And the strong grow weary, Let us bear part of the weight, That we might help them carry. A net beneath them be our prayers, Helping them to be strong, Let them feel that some one cares, When everything goes wrong. God Has His Way (Poem - May 9, 1982) God has his way of doing things, Ways we do not know, He'll work them out in his own time, That's why I love Him so. Sometimes our impatience blinds us, So we don't clearly see, He's working His will in us, So in His likeness we'll be. How precious are His ways, So far above our own, We cannot always clearly see, He’s guiding our footsteps home. Like a Father guides His children, With tenderness and care, We've found a higher guidance, His ways are always fairer. Seeds (Poem - Unknown Date) Precious seeds from God fall, From the lips of the learn'd, Don't let me lose even one oh Lord, My soulful heart doth yearn. For these will someday grow, If nurtured 'n cared for right, Until these same small seeds someday, Will give my path way light. Something Good (Proverb - Unknown Date) If something bad you are saying, Could be turned to something good, The something bad you would have said, Would be something good instead. My Mother, On Her 89th Birthday (To: Elsie Elnora GREEN, Poem July 19, 1982) Tis a wonderful gift God has given us. In this complex life, So few treasures we have here, With the world in so much strife. You were always there when we came home from school, Never were you gone, Taking patiently the hard times, When everything went wrong. To Fran Mack (To: Mary Frances BROOKS) (Poem - March 16, 1982) There is little joy in this world, A sunrise at dawn, A bird singing in the rain, And friendships that are lasting, Makes us know the riches we have, Are not in earthly gain. Preferring Others (Poem - March 15, 1988) In dreaming of greatness, No matter how small, Be turned into asking, No, not at all, Others like Jesus, Have no place to sleep, Riches we have, If shoes are on our feet, If wasted moments, Be turned into deeds, Doing for others, Small though it seems, Our deeds would be greatness, God sees not as we, Smallness to God, Is greatness you see. To Bobby (Barbara June SMITH, Poem- July 31, 1983) I spent the day with memories, That made me oh so sad, But the joy of having daughters, Doth make my heart so glad. Daughters that bring me joy, Even though my faith doth waver, I know within my heart, dear Lord, That You bestowed this favor. To Don, On His 42th Birthday (To Donald Bernard Smith, Poem - January 23, 1982) The years have gone so quickly, Can't call them back one day, But I can keep those memories, That never fade away. Like gold that doesn't tarnish, Or silver without the dross, They are there within my heart, So I've gained instead of lost. Written For Bobby - Birthday (To Barbara June SMITH, Poem - 1982) I'm not bringing you a gift today, With presents of some sort, I'm bringing you a gift of love, It's a gift of the heart. The years have gone so quickly, Where have they gone you wonder, But as the years keep passing, My love for you grows stronger. So daughter on your birthday, Always this remember, My heart is filled with love for you, He's the Giver (Jesus), I'm the sender. To Mickey, Daughter, Happy Birthday (To Rita Yvonceile SMITH, Poem – 1982) We've shared so much together, Joy, prayers and tears, These things bring sweet memories, Draws us closer through the years, Through these dark days of sorrow, That vexes us so sore, Having the same hope in our hearts, Eternal life evermore. Lean On Jesus (Song - Written In 1945) Oft times on this road, my load becomes so heavy, The weight it seems I've carried oh so long, But just when my steps begin to be much slower, I feel His presence and He makes me strong. (Chorus) Just lean on Jesus and he'll never fail you, Put your trust in one up above, For he knows our trials and he knows our sorrows, And the Savior He will cover us with love. Just when I feel I have been forsaken, That no one seems to care how heavy is my load, Then I feel a touch from my blessed Savior, And I can lift my head and journey down life's road. |
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PRECIOUS MEMORIES OF MILDRED
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Precious Memories Of Mildred
Down through the travail and passing of the years, I had a mom who kept me in her prayers, If I wandered from the path of right, Her example always remained in sight. The sum of all the ebb and flow of years, Thinking of mom brought me to tears, Missing her who just passed away, Thoughts of yesterday come to mind today. Mildred Frances Self was her name, She came to life in nineteen seventeen, Brought up in a world which has long gone away, Where old fashioned manners were present everyday. Christopher Columbus Self, a medical doctor, Was her grandfather who really loved her, Her grandmother, Nancy Jane Aldredge, Taught her about the Lord at an early age. One day grandfather heard from the Lord, Burned up all due bills in a fire that roared, Packed up his family and knew the cost, Of becoming an evangelist to save the lost. Mildred Frances Self at an early age, Prayed to the Lord her soul to save, In the Rio Grande Valley did she grow up, Warm days, balmy nights would be her cup. In a life of vicissitudes and snares, Mildred lived an exemplary life of care, In a cancer center she worked with children, To Stanford University they were sent to mend. She was above all a Christian lady, The way of the Cross since she was a baby, Burdens of life laid on Christ's shoulders, Be they mere stones or enormous boulders. I chose to follow her marked pathway, To emulate her wonderful example as I may, To know that Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Will keep from me harm and not feel lost. Dearest One in Heaven above, Your life is still your gift of love, Your three children are oh so sad, With "Precious Memories Of Mildred". |
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