Monday, November 26, 2007

A Smile

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered a past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.

The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Bet the whole thing on a hunch.

The next day she picked up her winnings,
And gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he’d had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
(He didn’t know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.)

On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn’t cost a cent.

Living One Day At A Time

Our lives are made up of a million moments,
spent in a million different ways.
Some are spent searching for love, peace, and harmony.
Others are spent surviving day by day.

But there is no greater moment than when we find that life,
with all it’s joys and sorrows,
is meant to be lived one day at a time.
It’s in this knowledge that we discover the most wonderful truth of all.

Whether we live in a forty-room mansion,
surrounded by servants and wealth,
or find it a struggle to manage the rent month to month,
we have it within our power to be fully satisfied and live a life with true meaning.

One day at a time - we have the ability,
through cherishing each moment and rejoicing in each dream.
We can experience each day anew, and with this fresh start we have
what it takes to make all our dreams come true.

Each day is new, and living one day at a time
enables us to truly enjoy life and live it to the fullest.

Taken from Inspirational Journal

Sunday, November 25, 2007

His Song For You

Sing the song He gives you,

Don't try to sing another's song;
If you sing the song He gives you
Your life will not go wrong.

The song the Father gives you
Was written just for you;
And no one else can sing it
Quite the way you do.

So sing the song He gives you,
Sing it loud and clear;
For the song your Father gives you
Is the one He loves to hear.

Copyright ©1997 by Jan McIntosh

We have different gifts, according to the grace given us.
If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.
If it is serving, let him serve;
if it is teaching, let him teach;
if it is encouraging, let him encourage;
if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously;
if it is leadership, let him govern diligently;
if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.
Romans 12:6-8

The Message Of Christmas

See the star shine in the sky,
O'er the Holy infant bright;
See the gifts the wise men bring
As they worship Christ, the King.

Grace to man this day abounds;

God redeeming sinful man,
According to His gracious plan.
See the message painted here,

The star still shines, so bright and clear;
God came down to dwell on earth
To offer man a second birth.
Hear the angels as they sing,

Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, goodwill toward men,
Look to Christ and live again.

Copyright ©1997 by Jan McIntosh

For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
(Luke 2:11)

That Day

He was despised, the object of scorn,
Upon His brow a crown of thorns.
Upon His back some lashes scarred;
Though sinless and pure His judgement was hard.

Up Calvary's Hill He made His way;
For sins of ours He'd pay that day.
The cross was heavy, perhaps He fell;
Simon did they then compel
To drag it to Golgotha's height
As scoffers gathered to mock His plight.
Upon that hideous rocky hill
The Prince of Peace that day they'd kill;
As in a scene of suffering gory
Played out the earth's most shameful story.

I know not who reviled Him worst;
Evil men or Hades' cursed.
The Lord they mocked. . .ah, senseless loss,
And stretched Him on the wooden cross.
Yet though loss, it was a gain;
For by it cleansed each sinner's stain.

Embodiment of heaven's love;
With cruel blows the nails they shoved
Into His palms, His feet, and then
The cross was raised by angry men
While at its base amidst sinners' jeers;
Soldiers for His clothes cast lots
And all ignored His mother's tears.

The angels, too, my guess is this;
They sorrowed much and ached inside
That while the serpent coiled and hissed
Their powers were locked, their hands were tied.
Mighty Gabriel, Michael too
Were they not sickened by the view
Who'd often had at their command
Vast legions of the angel band?
And yet they awaited word from God
Ere setting foot upon the sod
While silence reigned and heaven wept
And galaxies untended leapt
To wander aimless off their course
Still spinning outwards from their Source.

( I don't really know, but this may have been.)

Or then again, perhaps a single sentinel looked down,
A stalwart one with anxious frown
Reporting on the order of things
So others could be spared the sight
With faces hidden beneath their wings.

He suffered there in agony,
Alone but for a faithful few;
His mother, yes, and Magdalene
And John was there and maybe—who?
You say you'd not have left Him there
That you with others well compare?
Didn't ever yet each one suppose
Who knew for sure that He arose
That yes they'd be the one who'd stay
Beneath the cross and faithful pray!

( May it be so! )

The Lord forgave that guilty crew
And ever loving, ever true
Did even then not fail to yield
Himself for others and appealed,

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

And this for them who'd offered Him
A vinegared sponge upon a reed
To slake His thirst—malicious deed!
And above His head they'd hung a sign,
"This Is The King Of The Jews". . .Oh, mockery fine.

( But if they only knew—heaven help them, it was true! )

Then nature's order was arrested
As earth and sky in horror protested.
A somber hush fell over the vale,
The sun itself grew very pale.
Hurrying in disconsolate gloom
To hide itself behind the moon,
Unwilling more to light the scene
Of evil men's disastrous scheme
Thus shrouding earth with darkened tent
As quaked the ground and veil was rent.
The shock in His tormenters' eyes
As long dead saints began to rise!
The city's streets it's said they walked
Though unrecorded if they talked.

Amid this tumult at heaven's altar
The Lord's last breath did finally falter;
Into His Father's hands did He
Commend His soul with final plea.
Then at last He bowed His head;
The holy Prince of Peace was dead
And in that pivot point of time
Met ancient curse with grace sublime.

In vast surprise and growing dread
The centurion watching over Him said,

"Truly this man was the Son of God."

In Adam was the race defiled,
Through Jesus was it reconciled.
And so man's debt for sin was paid
And in the tomb Him gently laid.
Were that the end of this great story,
There would be no final glory
For Satan must have danced with glee,
Crowing that he'd ever be free
To torment man and jeer at God
Whose Son he'd placed beneath the sod.
But on the third day He arose
In victory over heaven's foes!
The meaning of that empty tomb—
That man through Christ escaped his doom.
Death itself indeed was dead
And nevermore man's lot to dread.

Come now, redeemed ones of the King,
Arise! Rejoice!—His praises sing!

( Helen Hamrick )


I am one of Adam's race
whose nature betrays the truth
like all those who have come before
I'm stained with the mark of sin
for in my mind I'll have my own way
not heeding the call of my heart
for my flesh cries aloud, "Give, Give"
and I as a slave obey.

Justified, justified, I cry aloud
yet God's hand presses down
'til choices made exact the toll
of conscience seared and dead.
No right have I to heavens realm
where life and love abound
for all fall short, all have sinned
I await the penalty due.

Once in time His grace appeared
so very long ago
Bethlehem's child was born that day
to pay the price foretold
and not for His but ours it's said
upon death's cross He hung.
With final breathe and blood outpoured
He cried, "dear Abba, 'tis done".

It was not long He stayed below
for Father's love remembered
was not for His but others life
the ransom price was paid.
With but a touch, embued new life
and raised him from the dead
new Adam, new race, new covenant,
for all who'd but believe.

For me and you it has been done
To give this gift so vital
immortal life, eternal love,
a way through heaven's portal.
With heart belief comes righteousness
salvation with mouth is made
proclaiming truth with heartfelt faith
newness of life begins.

No more the Jew nor gentile be
distinction can't be found
for now the time for all to make
decision, loss or gain.
The cross of Christ divides in two
the mass of people here
no more shall I be put to shame
his cross of love I'll bear.

Not by works, nor by law
but mercy couched in grace
believe He is the Son of God
who paid the debt of old.
Anointed one, Lord of life
come to me this day
I humbly bow my knee to you
as life begins anew.

Author: Joseph (nuB1) Raymond

About The Cross

They gathered there about the cross

To see Him crucified.
Some cheered and taunted gleefully,
While others wept and cried.

About the cross emotions stirred
In those who came to see;
While some reviled a man that day,
Others believed in His Deity.

About the cross we all must come
To someday make a stand.
Do you see your Savior hanging there,
Or just an ordinary man?

Copyright ©1994 by Jan McIntosh

And it shall come to pass that whoever calls

on the name of the Lord shall be saved.
(Acts 2:21)