Poems By Joyce Huner

Dedication to Him

Here I Am

29th November 1985

Here I am,

Behind my closed door.

I’m writing a poem,

The time’s twenty to four.

Outside my window,

The stars, they all shine.

But now I’m rejoicing,

This new day is all mine.

You may think it’s quite strange,

I’m not in my bed.

But I’m writing for Jesus,

My true fountainhead.

I am an earthen vessel,

My Saviour must use.

The poems I’m sharing,

Well – the Saviour must choose.

I’ve written so many,

But now I can share.

They come with God’s blessing,

Because He does care.

He is the potter,

I’m just the clay.

He made me and moulded me,

And uses me today.

I enjoy this ministry,

This ministry of love.

Especially these poems,

That come to me from above.


By His Grace

8th November 1985

By His Grace,

It is His plan.

To share my works,

With fellow man.

I may not see,

I do not know.

Where my works,

From Thee will go.

Out into the world,

Beyond my eye,

I’ll do His works,

Before I die.

I’ll take my pen

Into my hand.

Thy words will flow,

Although I may not understand.

Dare I question God?

I have His Job to do.

From my willing hands,

A blessing comes to you.

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