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Noble Nabila
By Terry R A Eissfeldt

Nabila walks down the African road
singing praises to her God.
He is so faithful.
He is so good.


Nabila rises before the sun.
It takes two hours to get to town.
At least she has a job.
Praise the Lord!

Her brother, Chidi, is sleeping sound.
Her sister, Noni, glances round.
"Be good at school," Nabila says.
Then she prays:

"Great Father in Heaven we don't deserve
all You give us in Your Word.
For health and strength and daily bread
we bless Your name."

Nabila walks down the African road
singing praises to her God.
He is so faithful.
He is so good.


There are no adults left alive
in their village. All have died
from the AIDS disease.
Nabila, fourteen, is the elder.

She leaves the village every day
to wash the floors and earn her wage.
One whole dollar.
Praise the Lord!

The money ensures there will be school
for Chidi and Noni but not for her.
She will work
till they are grown.

Nabila walks down the African road
singing praises to her God.
He is so faithful.
He is so good.


Today she gets to go to market.
With hard earned money she'll buy grits.
Maize for another week.
Praise the Lord!

In another month or so
she will get to buy new clothes!
This only happens once a year.
Praise the Lord!

School fees come and they go.
She is faithful with the few
dollars she has.
Noble Nabila.

Nabila walks down the African road
singing praises to her God.
He is so faithful.
He is so good.


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Author's Note: This poem is based on a true story as told by Jim Cantelon in his book, "When God Stood Up."
Nabila--noble
Chidi--God exists
Noni--gift of God
TERRY R.A. EISSFELDT has four grown children and is married to the love of her life. Terry says she has the great privilege of leading worship at her local church and has written songs, poems, stories, plays, and recently a novel. If you would like to write to Terry, you can do so through the Letters page of this magazine.


Brimful of Thanksgiving
By Verna Cole Mitchell

Like rivers rise up from their beds
And lakes leap to their banks,
So my soul overflows with praise
And offers God my thanks.

Like sunshine streams across the land
To spill each golden ray,
Grows my heart rich with gratitude
For mercies new each day.

Like birds begin each morn with song
In joyful harmony,
So sing I then along with them
A grateful melody.

Like bees surround a honey pot
Where sweetness can be found,
So my soul delves into God's Word
Where promises abound.

Like all of nature does applaud
Our great Creator's care,
Join I with them in gratefulness
And bow my knees in prayer.

When I reflect upon His love
God gives abundantly,
I'm overwhelmed by what I owe
To Him who died for me.

VERNA COLE MITCHELL is a retired teacher, who is so grateful to God for all his blessings. Her desire is to honor God with her life and with her words. If you would like to Verna, you can do so through the Letters page of this magazine.