Whatever Your Gift

What is that you hold in your hand?
Nothing, you say? Look again.
Every hand holds some special gift—
A hammer, a broom, a pen,
A hoe, a scalpel, an artist’s brush,
A needle, a microscope,
A violin’s bow, a way with words
In the giving of faith and hope.
What is that you hold in your hand?
Whatever your gift may be,
It can open your door to abundant life—
You hold in your hand the key.

by Helen Lowrie Marshall

Everybody Dreams

Everybody dreams ---------
The very young, the very old,
Everybody has a secret
Dream he’s never told,
Everybody, at some time,
Has wished upon a star,
Blown out the candles on a cake,
Had hopes that drifted far,
Everybody dreams ---------
And dreams so often don’t come true
But I think life is better
For the dreams we have,
Don’t you!

by Helen Lowrie Marshall

A Faith To Live By

Give me the faith of adventure G-d,
The courage to try the new,
The will to press on in spite of the dark,
Knowing I walk with you

Give me the faith of desire and hope,
The inward urge to achieve,
All things are possible with faith,
O G-d, let me believe!

Give me the faith of awareness
Of beauty everywhere,
Eyes to see, and ears to hear -------
An open heart to care.

Give me a faith to live by,
Joyous and unafraid.
A glorious faith to match the dawn
Of this day You have made!

by Helen Lowrie Marshall


I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when day is done.

I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times, and laughing times,
And bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve
To dry before the sun
Of happy memories I leave
Behind ------ when day is done.

by Helen Lowrie Marshall