1/23/2010



Poem I wrote at the age of ten:

The Flower

I saw a little flower
Drooping in the sun.
I gave it a drink of water,
But it looked at me and said,
Thank you, but I am almost dead.
Trust Jesus Only

I have tried to trust myself-
I've tried it day by day--
but when I think I have made it,
Old Satan steals that day;
it is only right that you should too,
set your standards high;
but if you are honest,
you will admit you have failed the same as I.

It seems we are determined to
bungle this life,
I am very sad to say,
but if we will trust in Him
he will forgive our wrongs
and conduct us Home some day.

by Charles R Watson--Pops' Father
in church bulletin, March 19, 1967