Archive for October, 2018


If all you have is water
then I won’t ask for tea.
If all you have is a penny,
I will not long for three.

If all you can offer is friendship,
then it’s enough for me –
for I love you, and your pleasure
brings happiness to me.

(c)  1975 by Jane Lawther Clark  (age 15)


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Sara, lovely Sara,
what are you looking for?
You won’t find it on the streets
or walking through your door.

You’re chasing after love
that always walks away.
It takes your very breath,
and then it makes you pay –

Johnny, silly Johnny,
what are you searching for?
You can’t buy it on the streets
and not have to come for more.

It’s an endless, vicious cycle
that will take you to your grave.
There’s an answer for you, Johnny.
There’s a man whose life He gave,
for you.

You won’t find what you’re searching for
in the fast pace of the night.
You won’t forget the pain you feel
getting high as a kite.

The answer’s in the Sonshine,
you will find it in the Light.
The blood of Jesus Christ
that will turn your stained heart white.

Just believe in Him.

(c) 1978 Jane Lawther Clark

I wrote this one back in the days of desperately seeking Jesus. I was preaching to myself as much as anyone else.

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Silent Serenade

I sang a serenade to you –
you couldn’t hear the words.
I only saw you once today
and waited till you turned away
to sing for you these words…

How can you know if I don’t speak?
I never will deny
I think you’re beautiful, you know,
I wish that I could tell you so
but I’m afraid to try.

by Jane (Lawther) Clark
(c) 1976.  I was 16 when I wrote this.

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Teacher is Her Name

She carries us to worlds unknown
of wonder and delight,
unveils the mystery of the code
and transforms dull to bright.

What would have been a grudging chore
has now become a song
of letter sounds and verbs and nouns
and learning right from wrong.

As she pours out her life for us
we’ll never be the same.
I thank my God for such a gift,
and Teacher is her name.

by Jane E. Clark  (I wrote this for Anita Mills in 1996. She was my daughter Sharon’s 1st grade teacher at Christian Life Learning Center in Corinth, MS. She deserved great praise for her creativity, love and hard work.)

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On Tuesday, you will find him on his chair,
disdainfully regarding passers by.
Though he at times, will signal with a wink,
as someone sweet and soft would catch his eye.

Agreeable as life with him would seem,
with servants tending to his every whim –
they serve him seafood platters, milk and cream,
with never nod, or word of thanks from him!

But life for him was meant to be this way.
He can afford to sit all day and feast!
He’ll never need to work to earn his pay.
His motives aren’t questioned in the least.

Today I am a servant in his house.
I keep his things picked up and fix his meals.
He looks at me sometimes now, from his chair,
I’m not sure if from pity, or appeal.

It’s getting late, and time for dinner now.
He’ll dine on turkey in a gourmet feast.
And all the thanks I get, is a meow.
But I guess that’s the nature of the beast.

Jane E Clark (c) 1983

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Isn’t Up To Me


If it were up to me
to steer this ship
I’d sure be sunk!

If it were up to me
to pass this test
I know I’d flunk.

If I had to open my own door
I’d lose the key.

I’m so glad that my salvation
isn’t up to me.

by Jane E. Clark

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She hesitates a moment by the stair,
wondering if her daddy knows she’s there.
Then careful to avoid the slightest creak,
descends a couple, just to take a peek.

With wonder at what’s going on below,
she longs to be included, and to know.
Until her curiosity’s been fed,
there is no point to tucking her in bed.

Jane E Clark (c) 1993

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Paper to Pavement


You keep me searching
as deep calls to deep,
a heart filled with questions
that won’t let me sleep.

Your Word cuts like a knife
and from paper to pavement,
walking truth into life
is always time well spent.

– Jane Clark

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Seasons of a Tree

A tree in splendid majesty,
reaches up its arms to Thee.
A million leaves unfurl and raise
to glorify and give You praise.

In wintertime, all bathed in white,
like diamonds, they reflect the light.
While barren, still inside the trunk
live the squirrel and the skunk.

As winter passes into spring,
awakening every living thing,
buds turn to flower, leaves abound,
then, whirling seeds spin to the ground.

As summer wakes, the shady trees
shelter honey-making bees.
Their branches stretch out far and wide
to welcome singing birds inside.

Squirrels hide their food stores deep
in autumn when the trees near sleep.
Leaves change to golden, red and brown,
then casting off, drift to the ground.

Through summer, winter, fall or spring,
You show Your care in everything.
The wonder of Your grand creation
inspires our imagination!

A masterpiece for all to see,
we’ll join the trees in praising Thee!

by Jane E Clark

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Give me a dream to hold on to,
a reason to rise each morning.
How often feelings of desolation
come upon me without warning.

Help me know the difference
between what’s false and true.
Help me discern which voice is man’s
and which voice is from You.

Alone I cannot make it.
I need you every day.
There is no hope when I fake it.
I want a peace that will stay.

Give me a hope to cling to
and help me understand
the things I find so hard to take
are working in Your plan

to take me ever deeper
into the knowledge of
Your unsearchable mercy
and Your precious gift of love.

Help me know You, Jesus.
Hear me when I cry!
Incline Your ear unto me
and answer my heart’s “Why?”

Why have I been all alone,
while searching so for You?
There’s nothing more that I can find,
nothing more that I can do.

Alone, I cannot make it.
I don’t think You want me to –
so help me Lord to see You.
Help me Lord, to see.

by Jane E. Clark  (c) 1982

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