I Thank Thee


O Thou whose bounty fills my cup,
With every blessing meet!
I give Thee thanks for every drop—
The bitter and the sweet.

I Thank Thee Poem Poetry

I praise Thee for the desert road,
And for the riverside;
For all Thy goodness hath bestowed,
And all Thy grace denied.

I thank Thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;
I praise Thee for the future crown
And for the present cross.

I thank Thee for both wings of love
Which stirred my worldly nest;
And for the stormy clouds which drove
Me, trembling, to Thy breast.

I bless Thee for the glad increase,
And for the waning joy;
And for this strange, this settled peace
Which nothing can destroy.

– Christian Victory

Afraid to Die?

Includes poem "Afraid?" for funerals and comforting loved ones

Death is difficult for people to face for themselves and for loved ones.  Thankfully, Christians face death with a much different attitude than unbelievers.  Christians see death as a doorway to Heaven.

Although we do not like the process of death, we do not fear death itself.  To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. 2 Cor. 5:8  We have a desire to go to Heaven and a desire to be here for our loved ones and the work God has called us to do.  Phil. 1:21-24  In other words, we do not fear death, but are not hoping to die today!

The fear of death is a powerful and enslaving menace.  Jesus Christ destroyed the power of death through His own death, burial, and resurrection.  We no longer need to fear death!  Hebrews 2:14-15

“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?  The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”  1 Corinthians 15:55–57

If you fear death, believe the Gospel today and you have no reason to fear!


Why should I be afraid?

It is not death to die,

‘Tis but a step to glory

And a mansion in the sky.


How can I be afraid?

The Lord is with me still,

And Loves me as He did that day

He died upon the hill.


Afraid?  Of what?  No night’s so dark

It can His glory dim!

Afraid? Oh no!  Though Jordan roar,

I cross, dry shod, with Him.

~ Daunecker

Miss Me, But Let Me Go! Poem

A Great Poem for Funerals

This is a great poem for funerals and people struggling with the loss of a loved one.  Thank God that we know loved ones that believe in Jesus Christ are with the Lord in Heaven.  No more pain.  No more problems.  They are truly in a better place!  Revelation 21:3-4

Miss Me, But Let Me Go!

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.

Why cry for a soul set free?


Miss me a little, but not too long

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss Me, but let me go.


For this journey that we all must take

And each must go alone.

It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,

A step on the road to home.


When you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss Me, but let me go!

Mother’s Day Poem

This poem was written for my Mom on Mother’s Day 2012.









I love you mom!  Thanks for everything!

Happy day to you, dear mom. Youv’e earned the applause well.
When I compare the plight of some, my heart with praise doth swell.
God gave to me a mother, who gave her life to me.
He could have chosen some other, in her place to be.
But God knew a special truth, that could not be denied;
that I belonged in your care, where in your love I’d thrive.
So thank you, my dear mother, for all you’ve said and done.
And thank you Heavenly Father, for making me her son.

-Paul Chapman 5-13-12

The Mother of My Children

This poem was written for my beautiful wife Sarah on Mother’s Day 2012.  She is a gift from God to me and our children!

The Mother of My Children

The mother of my children is a gift from God above.
I’ve never been so proud, of a mother’s special love.
She passed through jaws of death, to give them precious life.
That act of love set the pace, for a life of sacrifice.
She is the one that teaches – to read, to write, to love,
to sing, to work, to laugh; to walk with God above.
I’ve seen her help our children, learn to walk life’s road,
while never to them complaining, about her heavy load.

This is the highest calling, a woman can receive,
to be a wife and mother, and to her husband cleave.
So thank you to my sweetheart, for offering to be
the mother of my children, and the better half of me.

-Paul Chapman 5-13-12