Rachel Conjurske

I walked along a darkened path,
No light there was for me.

Max M. Johnson

Some I know who “older” grow

As birthdays come and birthdays go;

Max M. Johnson

Why all this fuss about birthdays?

What is it that makes them so great?

Max Johnson

God made a rose and let it grow.

A red, red rose with form so fair,

Max M. Johnson

Nova Scotia was his birthplace, in 1888

And in the annals of the wealthy, notorious and great

By a 21^st Century Sheep

Max M. Johnson

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know.

He leads me in paths were He’d have me to go.

Max M. Johnson

The Sculptor’s tool fashioned with skill

Max M. Johnson

Now, Pharaoh was a mighty king, full of pride, and bold;

With power and riches in his hand, all Egypt he controlled.

What though storm-clouds gather round me,
Hovering darkly o’er my way?

Mrs. Jane Crewdson

Oh! for the peace which floweth as a river,
             Making Life’s desert-places bloom and smile.

James Montgomery 

Lord, let me know mine end,
My days, how brief their date,

Anne Steele 

Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days,

James Rowe 

After a while our sky will be bright,

Sunshine will banish shadows of night,