Poetry

A Mother’s Day Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

Poem from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” by Ruth Bell Graham (1992, Crossway Books)   Click here to see a full list of upcoming events at The Cove or contact our guest groups department to hold your own conference or ministry event at The Cove. Saturday SnapshotCove Bible Verse for week of May 9

A Christmas Poem by Quinn Graham

You may have enjoyed the Psalm that William Franklin Graham V (great-grandson of Rev. Billy Graham) shared with us last month; well, he’s back writing again.  This time, a Christmas poem.  Enjoy! Cove Bible Verse for Week of December 22Merry Christmas from The Cove

Remembering Ruth Bell Graham on Her Birthday

Today we celebrate the life of Ruth Bell Graham.  Ruth was born June 10, 1920 in China, where her parents served as medical missionaries.  She lived a full life which demonstrated the grace and mercy of the Savior she first met when she was a little girl in China. Ruth went to heaven on June 14, 2007 …

Mother’s Day Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

By Ruth Bell Graham For all these smallnesses I thank You, Lord: small children and small needs; small meals to cook, small talk to heed, and a small book from which to read small stories; small hurts to heal, small disappointments, too, as real as ours; small glories to discover in bugs, pebbles, flowers. When …

“Pray” — A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

Pray when all your soul a tiptoe stands in wistful eagerness to talk with God; put out your hands, God bends to hear; it would be sin not to draw near. Pray when gray inertia creeps through your soul, as through a man who fights the cold, then growing languid slumbereth, and slumbering knows not …

A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham — Then Let It Snow

By Ruth Bell Graham: If I could have each day one hour of sun, glorious, healing, hot, like now— then let Winter come! Not mild and brief, but wild, without relief; let the storms rage, let the winds blow, the freezing rains lashing my windowpanes; then let it snow! long and deep and cold. I …

Why?

Whether it is the death of a loved one, a devastating storm, a bombing or a terrible illness, we often find ourselves asking why. In the following poem by Ruth Bell Graham, she addresses the “whys” in her life. I lay my “whys” before Your Cross in worship kneeling, my mind too numb for thought, my heart beyond all feeling. …

A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

By Ruth Bell Graham Lay them quietly at His feet one by one: each desire, however sweet, just begun; dreams still hazy, growing bright; hope just poised, winged for flight; all your longing—each delight— every one. At His feet and leave them there, never fear; every heartache, crushing care— trembling tear; you will find Him …

A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

            From: Sitting by my laughing fire…  …my shelf of peace… This is my ledge of quiet, my shelf of peace, edged by its crooked rails holding back the beyond. Above, a hawk sails high to challenge clouds trespassing my plot of sky. Below in the valley remote and dim, …