The Joy Of Giving Poem by Isadora Quagmire
The Joy Of Giving
No joy is there like serving those in need,
Or really, serving anyone at any time indeed.
What gladness does fill the soul,
That chases away all sadness and weariness dull.
What new strength to love and cherish comes,
New courage to carry another's burden in the heart drums,
Joy is a weak word to express the pleasure,
That fills the heart when one's actions can help another.
But this willingness to give,
This delight that fills our hearts with purpose to live,
Is not from our nature at all,
It comes forth from a heart that has answered our Savior's call.
The good things that we give freely
Are all from His hand, really.
May we not be praised for the little we have sacrificed,
But may all glory and praise be to our wonderful Savior, Christ!
For of all on earth He gave the most.
And never does He in His giving boast.
May to Him be all the praise,
Forever, always, until the end of days…
Thank you, my dearest friend, for this beautiful poem. It amplifies the sentiment and the wisdom of my short poem. More beautiful and meaningful. When I was going through it, I felt that our hearts have the same rhythm as what kindness brings. Even more encompassing.
When I read your Poet's Notes, I feel thankful and inspired. We are kindred spirits on this wonderful attribute--kindred spirit.
Thank you, Rose and Rob for the kind comments! Stay well and God bless!
Magnificently Inspired by Rose Marie's heart warming poetry! .. Awesome! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++
So beautifully Inspirational! .. Wonderous thoughts to take to heart and reflect upon! .. And again and again the beauty of Christ as his love for us inspires us to love and care for one another! .. ! ..
Breathtakingly beautiful! .. Sharing and Caring from our hearts and from the Love of Christ! ..
Such wonderful and profound gifts are so lovingly named in this poem! I will HAVE to read Mrs. Marie's poem that inspired this! God has given you a gift with words, Isadora!
This poem sings with the voice of the birds who gave food to Elijah in the desert, reads like water springing from the rock in a wasteland, and pierces the heart with beauty like the light of the rising sun shining into the open tomb!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/5/2026 11:33:37 AM # 1.0.0
Indeed, joy is a weak word to express the pleasure when we help another in need. What a true and.wonderful sentiment. Beautifully written embellished with great rhyme and rhythm. To my favorites.