Mary L. Whelpley Poetry

The Son of God watches from heaven on high,
as old Mother Earth slowly spins by.
What does He see from humanity?
What does He see from you; from me?


Dear Lord forgive mankind,
for not properly using his mind.
You gave us all your love,
in sending us Jesus from above.


We dishonor your death on the cross,
by turning from the Bible with a toss.
Guide me, let me follow Thee -
on the cross you died for ME.

Poet: Mary L. Whelpley