My Father's Poems

The way to look at life, my friend, if you would win at last, depends upon two vantage points— the future and the past. But you obj...

It’s strange that we often remember so much that we ought to forget; and forget what we should have remembered, that’s one reason we...

Emmanuel God with us, O precious mystery! Man of clay—Emmanuel; thus portraying His true nature; suffering more than tongue can tel...

The shepherds in the fields by night, the wise men far away, the angel throng, the guiding star, the Child on bed of hay— these all c...

Who is this babe of Bethlehem? Emmanuel, Emmanuel! Who comes to save and not condemn? Emmanuel, Emmanuel! Who is this child of virgin...

God graced this earthly setting as light invades the night; He came as Friend and Saviour to reach us in our plight. He did not thr...

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord, clothed in a garb of flesh and blood. Choosing a manger for Thy throne,  while worlds and worlds are...