Biography of Steven Reeve
My greatest influence in becoming a poet was my love of language and the way I could express myself, my maternal grandmother who also loved to write at one time was another inspiration.
Steven Reeve Poems
Israel, Israel, That eternal land. Israel, Israel,
A Poem For Passover
Born a carpenter, He died a King, With His blood, He cancelled our sin.
Come Follow Me:
Come follow me, This stranger did say, Great wonders you shall see, Each and every day.
A Mothers Tears
Who can replace mother, Certainly there is no other, She cares and she tries, And because of her children tears fill her eyes.
A Sons Love
A son’s love last’s forever, It never goes away, Though he be near, Or on a distant shore far away.
In the rage of the noonday sun, In a suit of glittering light’s He doe’s come, To face death, To leave the crowd, with bated breath.
Do You Not See Him
In a stable, He is born, Do you not see Him? Look as they lay their gifts before Him, The once and forever King.
The Measure of a Love Profound.
Did you hear and did you see, Don't you understand, This was the way it had to be, The measure of a love profound.
David and Goliath
With his army the giant stood, I mock your God, I will have your blood, Tonight you shall lay beneath the sod.
A Pillar Of Smoke, A Pillar Of Fire
A pillar of smoke by day, A pillar of fire by night, Before his people, The Mighty One led the way.
My back is broad and it is strong, Let me take your burdens, Let me be the one to carry them, . For I love you sweet child.
Listen to the babbling brook, Do you hear it whispering His Holy Name? Listen to the rustling of the leaves, Do they shout out His Holy Name?
The White Man Came:
The white man came, The white man saw, The white man desired.
I love to meet friends and socialise, But what is the point, When my mood is dark and not light, When I am not my self,
A Mothers Tears
Who can replace mother,
Certainly there is no other,
She cares and she tries,
And because of her children tears fill her eyes.
Whenever her breed wins or falls,
Joy and grief she bears it all,
A father, a sister or a brother,
None of them compare to a mother.