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Rankin File Poetry This site was updated on November 21, 2009
This page is dedicated to the memory of Sallie Willis - a dedicated member of Calvary Baptist ChurchGo to Rankin File LINKS or Return to ENTRY PAGE
This site is a member of   Welcome to poems written by acquaintances, family members and dear friends. The writers will be identified with each entry. Currently our poets are Sallie and other named and anonymous sources. If you or a friend has a poem you would like to share, e-mail us. NOTE: Also visit Rankin Family Poetry -Click Here 
Revive us again,
Fill each heart with Thy love,
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above. — Mackay
Without a heart aflame for God, we cannot shine for Jesus.
from Our Daily Bread of June 21, 2004  Growing old but not retiring,
For the battle still is on;
Going on without relenting
Till the final victory's won. —Anon.
Retirement from our jobs—yes. Retirement from serving Christ—never!
from Our Daily Bread of February 10, 2005
A LEADER NAMED RUSS We have a new leader named Russ;
He is well prepared for us,
He is full of vigor and vim;
So we better be prepared for him.
-- by Sally Willis - celebrating their new leader at CEDAR HILL (Sept 9, 2005)  I AM WONDERFULLY MADE
I am wonderfully made that’s what the Bible said,
From the very sole of my foot, to the top of my head.
When I was just a child and there was stooping to be done,
"You are closer to the ground," they said. "You be the one." When I complained of backache, it nearly broke my heart,
To hear "Your stomach and back are so close, how can you tell them apart?"
Now I have problem stooping. Tying my shoes is a chore.
I have no trouble at all telling the aft from the fore. I thank God for eyes that can be patched, for teeth that can be replaced,
A nose that works, sometimes, too well and ears that are Conveniently spaced.
I’m glad I have held up so well, this is a blessing I know,
I know that I am wonderfully made, the "Bible told me so". Sallie Willis
Shreveport, LA  The Right Kind of Recall I walked along The dusty trail Leading to the creek
I felt alone and lonely And wondered What I’d find
I heard a splash And the laughter Coming from Under the bridge
There standing In waist deep water Stood Pastor John
He was baptizing Some childrenAnd all that Came to my mind
Was the day That John the Baptist Did as Jesus asked
And Jesus received God’s acknowledgement
By a beautiful dove And a voice from heaven
"This is my beloved Son." by Sallie Willis
Shreveport, LA 1/9//03
FORGIVE
Forgive, O Lord, our severing ways,
The rival alters that we raise,
The wrangling tongues that mar thy praise!
Thy grace impart! In time to be
Shall one great temple rise to Thee--
The Church our broad humanity.
White flowers of love its wall shall climb,
Soft bells of peace shall ring its chime,
Its days shall all be holy time.
A sweeter song shall then be heard,
Confessing, in a world's accord,
The inward Christ, the living Word.
That song shall swell from shore to shore,
One hope, one faith, one love restore
The seamless robe that Jesus wore.
-- John Greenleaf Whittier
Turn on sound and click banner: If money is your highest goal,
The thing you long to gain,
Its power will enslave your soul
And cause your life much pain.
He is truly rich who is satisfied with Jesus.
— D. De Haan - from Our Daily Bread, 1/05/05
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