tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61096475925769596292024-03-12T19:48:25.299-07:00Poetry CollectionsSelvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-4710539999708741362007-11-26T06:34:00.000-08:002007-11-26T07:38:55.246-08:00A Smile<p style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The smile seemed to make him feel better.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He remembered a past kindness of a friend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And wrote him a thank you letter.<br /><br /></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The friend was so pleased with the thank you<br />That he left a large tip after lunch.<br />The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,<br />Bet the whole thing on a hunch.<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The next day she picked up her winnings,<br />And gave part to a man on the street.<br />The man on the street was grateful;<br />For two days he’d had nothing to eat.<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">After he finished his dinner,<br />He left for his small dingy room.<br />(He didn’t know at that moment<br />that he might be facing his doom.)<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">On the way he picked up a shivering puppy<br />And took him home to get warm.<br />The puppy was very grateful<br />To be in out of the storm.<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That night the house caught on fire.<br />The puppy barked the alarm.<br />He barked till he woke the whole household<br />And saved everybody from harm.<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">One of the boys that he rescued<br />Grew up to be President.<br />All this because of a simple smile<br />That hadn’t cost a cent.</span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-1018308078601471192007-11-26T06:27:00.000-08:002007-11-26T07:39:33.445-08:00Living One Day At A Time<p style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Our lives are made up of a million moments,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">spent in a million different ways.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some are spent searching for love, peace, and harmony.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Others are spent surviving day by day.<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;">But there is no greater moment than when we find that life,<br />with all it’s joys and sorrows,<br />is meant to be lived one day at a time.<br />It’s in this knowledge that we discover the most wonderful truth of all.<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;">Whether we live in a forty-room mansion,<br />surrounded by servants and wealth,<br />or find it a struggle to manage the rent month to month,<br />we have it within our power to be fully satisfied and live a life with true meaning.<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;">One day at a time - we have the ability,<br />through cherishing each moment and rejoicing in each dream.<br />We can experience each day anew, and with this fresh start we have<br />what it takes to make all our dreams come true.<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;">Each day is new, and living one day at a time<br />enables us to truly enjoy life and live it to the fullest.<br /><br /></p><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Taken from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Inspirational Journal</span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-13209719007186156922007-11-25T20:38:00.001-08:002007-11-26T07:38:01.074-08:00His Song For You<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="text"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > Sing the song He gives you,</span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="text" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /> Don't try to sing another's song;<br /> If you sing the song He gives you<br /> Your life will not go wrong. </span></span> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="text" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The song the Father gives you<br /> Was written just for you;<br /> And no one else can sing it<br /> Quite the way you do. </span></span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="text"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">So sing the song He gives you,<br /> Sing it loud and clear;<br /> For the song your Father gives you<br /> Is the one He loves to hear.</span> </span></span> </p><p><span class="text"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Copyright ©1997 by Jan McIntosh </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /> <span class="text_menu"><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="">We have different gifts, according to the grace given us.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >If it is serving, let him serve;</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >if it is teaching, let him teach;</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >if it is encouraging, let him encourage;</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously;</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >if it is leadership, let him govern diligently;</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Romans 12:6-8</span><br /> </span></span></span></span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-16015241495135325492007-11-25T20:37:00.001-08:002007-11-26T07:43:58.297-08:00The Message Of Christmas<span style="font-family: verdana;">See the star shine in the sky,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> O'er the Holy infant bright;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> See the gifts the wise men bring</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As they worship Christ, the King.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Grace to man this day abounds;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> God redeeming sinful man,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> According to His gracious plan.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">See the message painted here,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The star still shines, so bright and clear;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> God came down to dwell on earth</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To offer man a second birth. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hear the angels as they sing,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Glory to the newborn King;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Peace on earth, goodwill toward men,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Look to Christ and live again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Copyright ©1997 by Jan McIntosh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">(Luke 2:11)</span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-968157287219927842007-11-25T20:36:00.002-08:002007-11-26T07:49:03.991-08:00That Day<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >He was despised, the object of scorn,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Upon His brow a crown of thorns.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Upon His back some lashes scarred;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" > Though sinless and pure His judgement was hard.</span></span><br /><br /> <p></p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >Up Calvary's Hill He made His way;<br /> For sins of ours He'd pay that day.<br /> The cross was heavy, perhaps He fell;<br /> Simon did they then compel<br /> To drag it to Golgotha's height<br /> As scoffers gathered to mock His plight.<br /> Upon that hideous rocky hill<br /> The Prince of Peace that day they'd kill;<br /> As in a scene of suffering gory<br /> Played out the earth's most shameful story.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >I know not who reviled Him worst;<br /> Evil men or Hades' cursed.<br /> The Lord they mocked. . .ah, senseless loss,<br /> And stretched Him on the wooden cross.<br /> Yet though loss, it was a gain;<br /> For by it cleansed each sinner's stain.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >Embodiment of heaven's love;<br /> With cruel blows the nails they shoved<br /> Into His palms, His feet, and then<br /> The cross was raised by angry men<br /> While at its base amidst sinners' jeers;<br /> Soldiers for His clothes cast lots<br /> And all ignored His mother's tears.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >The angels, too, my guess is this;<br /> They sorrowed much and ached inside<br /> That while the serpent coiled and hissed<br /> Their powers were locked, their hands were tied.<br /> Mighty Gabriel, Michael too<br /> Were they not sickened by the view<br /> Who'd often had at their command<br /> Vast legions of the angel band?<br /> And yet they awaited word from God<br /> Ere setting foot upon the sod<br /> While silence reigned and heaven wept<br /> And galaxies untended leapt<br /> To wander aimless off their course<br /> Still spinning outwards from their Source.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><i>( I don't really know, but this may have been.)<br /><br /></i> </span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >Or then again, perhaps a single sentinel looked down,<br /> A stalwart one with anxious frown<br /> Reporting on the order of things<br /> So others could be spared the sight<br /> With faces hidden beneath their wings.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >He suffered there in agony,<br /> Alone but for a faithful few;<br /> His mother, yes, and Magdalene<br /> And John was there and maybe—who?<br /> You say you'd not have left Him there<br /> That you with others well compare?<br /> Didn't ever yet each one suppose<br /> Who knew for sure that He arose<br /> That yes they'd be the one who'd stay<br /> Beneath the cross and faithful pray!<br /><br /></span></p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><i>( May it be so! )<br /><br /></i> </span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >The Lord forgave that guilty crew<br /> And ever loving, ever true<br /> Did even then not fail to yield<br /> Himself for others and appealed,<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >And this for them who'd offered Him<br /> A vinegared sponge upon a reed<br /> To slake His thirst—malicious deed!<br /> And above His head they'd hung a sign,<br /> "This Is The King Of The Jews". . .Oh, mockery fine.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><i>( But if they only knew—heaven help them, it was true! )<br /><br /></i> </span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >Then nature's order was arrested<br /> As earth and sky in horror protested.<br /> A somber hush fell over the vale,<br /> The sun itself grew very pale.<br /> Hurrying in disconsolate gloom<br /> To hide itself behind the moon,<br /> Unwilling more to light the scene<br /> Of evil men's disastrous scheme<br /> Thus shrouding earth with darkened tent<br /> As quaked the ground and veil was rent.<br /> The shock in His tormenters' eyes<br /> As long dead saints began to rise!<br /> The city's streets it's said they walked<br /> Though unrecorded if they talked.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >Amid this tumult at heaven's altar<br /> The Lord's last breath did finally falter;<br /> Into His Father's hands did He<br /> Commend His soul with final plea.<br /> Then at last He bowed His head;<br /> The holy Prince of Peace was dead<br /> And in that pivot point of time<br /> Met ancient curse with grace sublime.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >In vast surprise and growing dread<br /> The centurion watching over Him said,<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >"Truly this man was the Son of God."<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" >In Adam was the race defiled,<br /> Through Jesus was it reconciled.<br /> And so man's debt for sin was paid<br /> And in the tomb Him gently laid.<br /> Were that the end of this great story,<br /> There would be no final glory<br /> For Satan must have danced with glee,<br /> Crowing that he'd ever be free<br /> To torment man and jeer at God<br /> Whose Son he'd placed beneath the sod.<br /> But on the third day He arose<br /> In victory over heaven's foes!<br /> The meaning of that empty tomb—<br /> That man through Christ escaped his doom.<br /> Death itself indeed was dead<br /> And nevermore man's lot to dread.<br /><br /></span> </p><p><span class="text" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Come now, redeemed ones of the King,<br /> Arise! Rejoice!—His praises sing!</span><br /><br /></span> </p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >( </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Helen Hamrick</span><span class="text_menu" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" > )</span> </p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-62559542820108416472007-11-25T20:36:00.001-08:002007-11-26T07:50:53.793-08:00Salvation<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >I am one of Adam's race<br /> whose nature betrays the truth<br /> like all those who have come before<br /> I'm stained with the mark of sin<br /> for in my mind I'll have my own way<br /> not heeding the call of my heart<br /> for my flesh cries aloud, "Give, Give"<br /> and I as a slave obey.<br /><br /> Justified, justified, I cry aloud<br /> yet God's hand presses down<br /> 'til choices made exact the toll<br /> of conscience seared and dead.<br /> No right have I to heavens realm<br /> where life and love abound<br /> for all fall short, all have sinned<br /> I await the penalty due.<br /><br /> Once in time His grace appeared<br /> so very long ago<br /> Bethlehem's child was born that day<br /> to pay the price foretold<br /> and not for His but ours it's said<br /> upon death's cross He hung.<br /> With final breathe and blood outpoured<br /> He cried, "dear Abba, 'tis done".<br /><br /> It was not long He stayed below<br /> for Father's love remembered<br /> was not for His but others life<br /> the ransom price was paid.<br /> With but a touch, embued new life<br /> and raised him from the dead<br /> new Adam, new race, new covenant,<br /> for all who'd but believe.<br /><br /> For me and you it has been done<br /> To give this gift so vital<br /> immortal life, eternal love,<br /> a way through heaven's portal.<br /> With heart belief comes righteousness<br /> salvation with mouth is made<br /> proclaiming truth with heartfelt faith<br /> newness of life begins.<br /><br /> No more the Jew nor gentile be<br /> distinction can't be found<br /> for now the time for all to make<br /> decision, loss or gain.<br /> The cross of Christ divides in two<br /> the mass of people here<br /> no more shall I be put to shame<br /> his cross of love I'll bear.<br /><br /> Not by works, nor by law<br /> but mercy couched in grace<br /> believe He is the Son of God<br /> who paid the debt of old.<br /> Anointed one, Lord of life<br /> come to me this day<br /> I humbly bow my knee to you<br /> as life begins anew.</span> <br /> <p></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span class="text_menu">Author: Joseph (nuB1) Raymond</span></span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-43874294959987071762007-11-25T20:35:00.002-08:002007-11-26T07:53:03.414-08:00About The Cross<p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They gathered there about the cross</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /> To see Him crucified.<br /> Some cheered and taunted gleefully,<br /> While others wept and cried. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />About the cross emotions stirred<br /> In those who came to see;<br /> While some reviled a man that day,<br /> Others believed in His Deity. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />About the cross we all must come<br /> To someday make a stand.<br /> Do you see your Savior hanging there,<br /> Or just an ordinary man? </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="text_menu" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Copyright ©1994 by Jan McIntosh</span> </span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span class="text_menu"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >And it shall come to pass that whoever calls</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> on the name of the Lord shall be saved.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> (Acts 2:21)</span></span> </span></span> </p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-2045796220266227682007-11-25T20:35:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:02:59.534-08:00My Easter Is Coming<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">by R. Jaudon Berry</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">When my heart cries out, </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"I'm alone!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> On my cross of despair</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I look at the cross to my left</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And Jesus is there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Since Friday He has been</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Quietly sharing my pain,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And when I listen</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I hear Him say,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> "Lo, I am with you ... always."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> When pain comes again,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And does not go,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> It's easier now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Because I know</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> That my Easter, too</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Will one day come ...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And my Saviour and I</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Will truly be one.</span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-62082167068429434812007-11-25T20:34:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:00:54.768-08:00Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani*<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">by Keith Clayton, Jr. (1968 - 1998)<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">* A cry uttered by Jesus Christ while dying on the cross, preserved in the original Aramaic: <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Father, now the sun is risen,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I thank Thee for Thy silent strength</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Given me in my hour of despair--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> When the darkness seemed to smother,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And the tears i selfishly shed</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For my own pain, and trivial troubles</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Shut out the light, and I rendered myself alone.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Father, now Thy Son is risen,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I thank Thee for allowing One</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So much greater than I</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thine Only Begotten,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Flesh of Thy flesh, to complete a task so</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Wonderful and terrible</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> By leaving Him necessarily alone.<br /><br />Father, in the garden green of Olivet,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In the still and solitude</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Creator of everything offered up all He had,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And submitted Himself to all the vengeance of Hell;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And in His hour of need,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Friend of the friendless was forsaken,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Forgotten, for what?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Although the spirit was willing the flesh indeed was weak;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And they slumbered, leaving Him,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Balm of mortal pain, to suffer, alone. In the beauty of that desert place,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Savior of mankind faced all the ugliness</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> His charges could offer:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The pain, the hate,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The sin, the sorrow,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The waste, the wickedness,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The pride, the poverty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The deceit, the ignorance,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The doubt, the fear,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The betrayal</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> --And even the loneliness-- alone.<br />As His immortal, righteous blood</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Was spilled, like sweat from every pore</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And fell to the thirsty earth below, i cannot hide</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My honor and my awe at His great love for me;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Neither can I hide my shame, self-reproach and regret.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For how many of those precious drops am I responsible for?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> --As He suffered the bitter cup, alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The longest night the world will ever know,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The solstice of eternity, fell on Emmanuel</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And by the light of torches the Light of the world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The very God of Love, was betrayed by a kiss,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Enslaved by strangers, rejected by His own,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Denied by those who knew Him best,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And led away in chains alone.<br /><br />How it must have hurt Thee to witness the sufferings</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of Thy Beloved inflicted by Thine other children--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Those whom He had come to save;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To steadfastly persevere, and answer not a word,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Amidst the jeers, the blows, the spit and scorn;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To see His perfect body torn, His perfect soul rent in anguish,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Staggering and fainting beneath the evil and imperfection</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of all mortality collectively alone. And Thou, beyond the grasp of human pain</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Did surely mourn at the mocking of His misery</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> By so many witnesses and beneficiaries of His</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Miracles and ministry--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Those who knew better; who unworthily and ungratefully</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Bore Thy birthright;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Those with whom Thou had cut they covenant</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Now cut the flesh of Thy Son deliberately.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And in the crowded mob He wept alone.<br /><br />Down the winding passages of The City of Peace,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Stumbled the Prince of Peace.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Plaited thorns adorned His crown;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Stripped of all but His Mantle of Duty;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> How it must have burdened Thee</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To see Thine Own, Who in innocence</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Did glorify Thy name, bearing a scapegoat's load--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The weight thereof not unfamiliar to Thee,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Which could so mercifully have been loosed by Thy Omnipotence;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Yet in the name of mercy Didst Thou allow</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> This charade of justice to continue.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> At a crossroads He was lifted up upon the cruel cross.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And in His torment, when He needed Thee most,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thou left Him unwillingly alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Father, in the vastness of Thy creations,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> was there any place large enough to contain the immensity</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of Thy sorrow?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Was there any place small enough and far enough away</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To hide from the pleas and cries of Thy suffering Son?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Until the moment He pronounced "It is finished."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Triumphing, at last alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In olden times, the Scriptures say Thou wert a jealous God described;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I think I know now why--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Jealous lest man ever slight, Forget,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Or with anything replace</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The memory of the Sacrifice Made by Thy Son</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> O Father, i thank Thee</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For sacrificing Thy Fatherhood for Thy</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Godhood, by giving us Thy Son</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To pay the ransom we could not.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And by so doing, Thy righteous heart was broken also--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For what Father could bear to see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> His helpless child suffer and not rush to his aid?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> --Instead, to leave him intentionally alone. O Father, i thank Thee</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That through the tears that fell from His eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And from Thine, that my tears may be dried</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And my eyes opened to the Hope of my Salvation,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And the reassurance of my eternal worth</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> --In spite of myself--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That my meager life was worth dying for.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And He died for me, and because of me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That I might live for Him, in all my days serving Him</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As tool and ambassador of the love He had for us;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The love that gave purpose to His life and life to His purpose.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Father, I acknowledge my hungering need</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To bear and be borne by the Unconditional Love of Christ,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Who unselfishly serves all those who but come unto Him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As Counselor, Advocate and Friend;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That neither I, or any of us</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Need ever be alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Father, let me let Him in!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Let His Light fill the recesses of my soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That darkness and evil find no place.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Let me always make room</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For Him for Whom the inn was full.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Let your Spirit make me wise enough</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To seek the King of Kings as the Magi did;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And as wise men still and always do.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Let me ever joy in that same glory</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That was witnessed to lowly shepherds long ago.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Praise be to the Father and the Son!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The glory be to Him and Thee alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Please bless me, Dear Father,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That I may live my days in remembrance</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of Him Whose hands first sculpted me in clay.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Whose hands now rest in Thine;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Those hands Thou once suffered to be pierced for my sake.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Father, wouldst Thou bless me, that as He bore my burdens,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I may lift all those around me with whom I share this</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Borrowed existence--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For Thy sacrifice, and His, was not for me alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And in His name may I heal the poor in Spirit,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Feed those en hungered of body or soul;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Build up where others tear down;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Make Peace</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Spread Love;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Share His Hope;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> That as I represent Him</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In my small corner of the world,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> No one I meet will ever be in need,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In doubt, or alone.</span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-56252345270118946102007-11-25T20:34:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:05:29.640-08:00Time<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I laughed when I was twenty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My life was froth so bright;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Time was mine for living,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For dancing in the light. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I worked when I was thirty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So much to do and buy;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I had no time for worry</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Nor duty to catch my eye. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hurried, though, at forty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My mark I sought to place</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In prominent positions</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And every lofty trace. Success! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I thought at fifty;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I've little more to want.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I scarcely could imagine</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> How much my boast would haunt. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The day that I turned sixty,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I noticed something strange;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My aches and pains were telling</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Of time and loss and change. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My path stretched far behind me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Ahead was a tapering strand;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And when I looked around me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My name but written in sand. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">At last I understood that life</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> By precious moments is tracked;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And hurtles on relentlessly</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And cannot be turned back. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How many times I couldn't count</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I'd said, dear Lord don't worry;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I know you have some work for me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A moment more, then I'll hurry. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">All those careless months and years</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Had very little worth</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> While zealously I sought to find</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The perfect life on earth. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As panic overcame me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I cast about in vain</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For reasons I could beg Him</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To write my name again. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I fell upon my knees there</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And sought His loving grace;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Entreating Him with promises,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Turn back to me His face. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then He showed me sadly</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Things He'd planned for me to do;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And all the years he'd given me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So I could see them through. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hot tears of shame flowed down</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My cheeks as then as last I knew,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I should have often inquired of Him</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> what plans for me He drew. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The acts of kindness, faith and love</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He showed me never were done;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Instead I'd lived my life for me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And from His will I'd run. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The strangers who'd brushed by me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Alone and sick and scared;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I should have told about Him,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Their burdens gladly shared. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wept for all those wasted years</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And in a dream so sweet;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I dreamed somehow I got them back</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And laid them at His feet. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But ah, those years are gone for good</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And won't again be chartered;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> For sorrow's tears from wiser eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Cannot for time be bartered. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yet hope springs up—all isn't lost!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> His grace unbounded, free;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And Majesty with love unplumbed</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Still welcome even me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though service to my Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And King abbreviated be;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Forgiven much and loving much,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I face eternity. </span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-72688898680091375922007-11-25T20:33:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:06:59.902-08:00Forgiveness<p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Forgiveness is letting go of the pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> and accepting what has happened,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> because it will not change. </span></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Forgiveness is dismissing the blame.<br /> Choices were made that caused the hurt;<br /> we each could have chosen differently,<br /> but we didn't. </span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Forgiveness is looking at the pain,<br /> learning the lessons it has produced,<br /> what we have learned. </span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Forgiveness allows us to move on<br /> towards a better understanding of universal love<br /> and our true purpose. </span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> Forgiveness is knowing that love<br /> is the answer to all questions, and that we all<br /> are in some way connected. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Forgiveness is starting over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> with the knowledge</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> that we have gained.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I forgive you, and I forgive myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I hope you can do the same.</span><br /><br /></span> <span class="text_menu" style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">-Poem by Judith Mammay</span></span> </span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-10870800823598626402007-11-25T20:33:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:07:39.513-08:00Gardening God's Way<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Plant three rows of peas:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Peace of mind</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Peace of heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Peace of soul</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Plant four rows of squash:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Squash gossip</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Squash indifference</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Squash grumbling</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Squash selfishness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Plant four rows of lettuce:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Lettuce be faithful</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Lettuce be kind</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Lettuce be obedient</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Lettuce really love one another</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> No garden should be without turnips:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Turnip for meetings</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Turnip for service</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Turnip to help one another</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Water freely with patience and cultivate love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> There is much fruit for your garden</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Because you reap what you sow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To conclude our garden</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> We must have thyme:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thyme for God</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thyme for study</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thyme for prayer</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thyme for each other</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Thyme for friends</span><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" class="text_menu" >Author Unknown</span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-52067387539811358182007-11-25T20:32:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:08:40.904-08:00Tell The Children<p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />Do you want to make a difference</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> In generations yet to come?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> Then invest your time in children,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And love His little ones.</span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />It's possible to change the world</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> With just a few small acts of grace;</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> Tell the children Jesus loves them</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And let them see it in your face.</span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />Some small one is hurting</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And may only learn through you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> That Jesus loves the children,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And cares about them too.</span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />If you would change the future</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And leave the world a better place,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> Tell the children Jesus loves them</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> And let them see it in your face.</span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="text_menu" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Copyright ©1996 by Jan McIntosh</span></span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span class="text_menu"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Tell it to your children,</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="text_menu" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And let your children tell it to their children,</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /> And their children to the next generation.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /> Joel 1:3</span> </span> </p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-4471121835955348182007-11-25T20:32:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:09:33.692-08:00A Beautiful Symphony<p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />A musician needs all the keys</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /> To play a symphony;<br /> If he only used the white ones,<br /> What beauty would there be? </span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />The black keys make the music<br /> Melodic to the ear;<br /> If the pianist never used them,<br /> What a different song we'd hear. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />And just like that piano,<br /> So it is with life;<br /> It takes both light and dark to make<br /> The music flow just right. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />God uses trials and sorrows<br /> Like the pianist uses keys;<br /> He combines the light and dark to make<br /> Life's music sound so sweet. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br />The song of life sounds better<br /> When He uses all the keys;<br /> For then He can turn a simple tune<br /> Into a beautiful symphony. </span> </p><p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Copyright ©1995 by Jan McIntosh</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="text_menu" >(originally titled "Life's Music)</span> </p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-39603081960148660492007-11-25T20:31:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:10:32.374-08:00Life - Only Once<p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Life only once we can live it<br /> Oh! what a great solemn thought;<br /> Soon will our journey be over.<br /> Soon will the battle be fought.</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Oh, what shall it profit<br /> Riches and pleasures to gain?<br /> If your own soul is the forfeit,<br /> Shall it not all be in vain?</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Life, as the flowers that are blooming,<br /> Withers and passes away;<br /> All its great glory is fleeting--<br /> Only the joy of a day.</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />If you are heavily laden,<br /> Tired of a life that is vain,<br /> Jesus has promised to save you,<br /> If you will yield to His claim.</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Will you now choose to obey Him,<br /> Yielding yourself to His call?<br /> This is the choice that will save you,<br /> Making Him Lord of your all.</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Oh, what shall it profit<br /> Riches and pleasures to gain?<br /> If your own soul is the forfeit,<br /> Shall it not all be in vain?</span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Taken from an old hymn book titled: HYMNS: OLD AND NEW,<br /> R. L. Allan & Sons, 141, 143 Sauchiehall St., Glascow, England, selection 47.</span></span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-89856641389971102252007-11-25T20:31:00.001-08:002007-11-25T20:31:54.511-08:00Life Is A Gift To Thee<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Don't let the night take you away</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Shadows will persuade you to go</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Into the dark of your soul</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Your heart will fade slowly</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Sinking into despair</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">And there will be no one there.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">No comfort, no light</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Nothing will seem right</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Your own existence will be questioned.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">There is a place in ones soul to go</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Where there is no coming back</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">With no hope inside and full of pride.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The darkness will be your reward</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Playing on the edge will trap you</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Resist evil and it will flee from you</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Reach in and take hold of the light.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Embrace the love of God</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">One life,one heart , one soul</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Don't let it go</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Life is worth living</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Fulfill your purpose.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Stand firm in rightousness</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Hang on and be strong</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Let love lead you.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Darkness is past</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">And this life won't last</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Let the sun shine in your heart</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Then you will see</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">That life is a gift to thee.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">By Linda LaMar</span> </div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;" class="text_menu" >Copyright 2000</span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-34600645828759268222007-11-25T20:30:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:11:32.648-08:00The Hand That I Was Dealt In Life<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />The hand that I was dealt in life</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >Was violent,dark and sad</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >But I kept inside a faith in God</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And thanked him for what I had.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />As the seas rushed in, I felt sometimes</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >That I'd sink into despair</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >But I knew somehow I'd make it through</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >As long as God was there.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />To save myself from falling in</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >To the misery and pain</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >I 'd say a prayer to mighty God</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And he'd help me to sustain.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />Through all the pain and heaviness</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >Sometimes my faith would not endure</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><span class="text">But I knew that God would heal </span></span><span class="text" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="text" style="">the pain</span> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >That was the one thing that I was sure.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />Through the years the hands got worse</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >But my faith was growing strong</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And looking back I learned to see</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >The things that I'd done wrong.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />I prayed to God with my heart this time</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And he heard me loud and clear</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >He forgave me of my sins of old</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And took away the fear.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />I thank God for the bad and good</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >And for all he's done for me</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >In looking back at all the pain </span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >The lessons now I see.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />With faith and hope and love of God</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >You can make it through it all</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >Don't let the seas of pain and misery</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >Rob you of it all.</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />Keep faith and hope a day will come</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >When you too can look back and see</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-size:100%;" >You played the hand the God has dealt</span> </div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><span class="text">And got through it gracefully.</span><br /> </span> <span class="text_menu" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="text_menu" style=""><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > Copyright 2000</span></span> </span></div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" class="text_menu" >Linda LaMar</span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-41463274973190746802007-11-25T20:30:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:12:07.741-08:00God's Holy Place<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" class="text" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's Sunday again and I'm on my way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> To hear all the things that God has to say</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> My very own place where no-one can see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Each week I am there by my favorite tree</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I watch everyone as they're walking in</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> With dresses of silk and suits for the men</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I know they are blessed it shows on their face</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> They're happy to share God's holiest place</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I wish I could go but I don't belong</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I couldn't shame God with clothes that are wrong</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As I wait to hear the pastor's sweet voice</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> These dark clouds appear I must make a choice</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> With thunder so loud and lightning all round</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I run to the church through rain pouring down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I open the door so quiet and slow</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I'll stay in the back so no-one will know</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As I turn around the silence was there</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Heads turned one by one they started to stare</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The whispers I heard had hurt even more</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Especially the one I heard by the door</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "How dare she come in to this holy place</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Her dress is just rags with dirt on her face"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I thought to myself "How cruel they can be"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> As I watched each one just staring at me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I felt so ashamed my tears start to fall</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I clung to my dress not moving at all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> When I turned to leave I heard someone say</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "Please join us my friend I've prayed for this day"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> His hand covered mine as I turned to see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The pastor had tears in his eyes for me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He led me up to the very front row</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And whispered "God's pleased you don't have to go"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The carpet was soft as clouds in the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I saw paintings of the angels that fly</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Such colors of red bright silver and gold</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Yes this really was a sight to behold</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Unworthy I felt to be in this place</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And then my eyes saw the pain on his face</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A statue of Christ that stood very tall</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Mistreated by man yet died for us all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Then I had noticed the dirt on his face</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And rags that he wore in this holy place</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I looked at my dress so ragged and torn</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Yes this was the best that I could have worn</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The pastor then smiled when he looked at me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He knew this was what I needed to see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> His thought for the day when church was all through</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "Judge Ye Not Your Brother For God Will Judge You"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> In silence they left he said no good-byes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Then he came by me with tears in his eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He said he was glad for his answered prayer</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I knew then he'd seen me sitting out there</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Then on my old dress a white rose he laid</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He made it all worth the price I had paid</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He said, "Don't you know it's God you must please</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> What's deep in your heart is all that he sees"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He held my hand tight then wiped my last tear</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> He said "Please come back you are welcome here"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> While walking back home cold rain on my face</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> So much like the eyes in "God's Holy Place"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I know now I'm rich yes he made me see</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> God even will Love a person like me</span><br /><br /></span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span class="text_menu">by Freda H. Babinski</span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-60966268545275085452007-11-25T20:29:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:12:45.767-08:00A Poem For Each & Every Day<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" class="text" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >May you have...<br /><br /> Enough happiness to keep you sweet,<br /> Enough trials to keep you strong,<br /> Enough sorrow to keep you human,<br /> Enough hope to keep you happy,<br /> Enough failure to keep you humble,<br /> Enough success to keep you eager,<br /> Enough friends to give you comfort,<br /> Enough wealth to meet your needs,<br /> Enough enthusiasm to look forward,<br /> Enough faith to banish depression,<br /> Enough determination to make each day<br /> better than yesterday!</span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-37804114156082125302007-11-25T20:29:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:14:28.421-08:00What If That Were Me<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">What if that were me, wandering through the streets?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> All I own upon my back, no home, no place to sleep.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Wouldn't I want someone, to help me find my way?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Wouldn't I want someone, to kneel with me and pray?</span></span></span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-size:100%;"><br />What if that were me, locked in that prison cell?<br /> Feeling lost and lonely in my self-made hell.<br /> Wouldn't I want someone, to show some sympathy?<br /> Wouldn't I want someone to share God's grace with me?</span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span class="text" style="font-size:100%;"><br />What if that were me, Lord? What if that were me?<br /> Show me how to be like You, to be Your hands and feet<br /> Teach me how to show Your love to all in life I meet;<br /> Remind me, Lord, to ask myself, "What if that were me?"</span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Copyright ©2000 Jan McIntosh</span> </span> </p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" class="text_menu" ><i><br />He will reply, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do<br /> for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."<br /> Matthew 25:45</i></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-60814043828152659482007-11-25T20:28:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:15:08.748-08:00Every Moments He Knows<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Every moment He knows where I am,<br /> Every moment He sees where I go,<br /> Every moment His eyes are upon me;<br /> My every moment my Father knows.</span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Every moment I'm kept by His grace,<br /> Every moment His sweet mercy flows,<br /> Every moment He surrounds me with love;<br /> My every moment my Father knows.</span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Copyright ©1992 by Jan McIntosh</span> </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><i><br />You know my sitting down and my rising up;<br /> You understand my thought afar off.<br /> You comprehend my path and my lying down,<br /> and are acquainted with all my ways.<br /> (Psalm 139:2-3)</i></span></p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-67568317037155052832007-11-25T20:28:00.001-08:002007-11-26T09:20:15.830-08:00Emergency Numbers<table style="width: 588px; height: 434px;" class="text"><tbody><tr><td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When in sorrow</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call John 14</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you are lonely or fearful</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 23</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you want to be fruitful</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call John 15</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you want rest and peace</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Matt.11:28-30</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you have sinned</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 51</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" height="17" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you grow bitter and critical</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" height="17" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call 1Cor.13</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you worry</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Matt.6:19-34</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you feel down and out</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Rom.8:31-39</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When your prayers grow selfish</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 67</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you are in danger</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 91</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When your faith needs stirring</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Hebrews 11</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When God seems far away</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 139</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When others fail you</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 27</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you leave home to labor or travel</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 121</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When you want assurance</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Rom.8:1-30</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >For Paul's secret of happiness</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Col.3:12-17</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >For Paul's idea of Christianity</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call 2 Cor.5:15-19</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="291"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >When the world seems bigger than God</span></td> <td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left" valign="top" width="211"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >call Psalms 70</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-60213155416181473452007-11-25T20:27:00.000-08:002007-11-26T09:21:37.885-08:00How Do You Live Your Dash ?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_menu"><small><span class="text" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.<br /> He referred to the dates on her tombstone.<br /> From the beginning ……… to the end.<br /><br /> He noted that first came her date of birth<br /> And spoke the following date with tears,<br /> But he said what mattered most of all<br /> Was the dash between those years.<br /> (1934-1998)<br /><br /> For that dash represents all the time<br /> That she spent alive on earth….<br /> And now only those who loved her<br /> Know what that little line is worth.<br /><br /> For it matters not, how much we own;<br /> The cars… the house… the cash,<br /> What matters is how we live and love<br /> And how we spend our dash.<br /><br /> So think about this long and hard…<br /> Are there things you’d like to change?<br /><br /> For you never know how much time is left,<br /> That can still be rearranged.<br /><br /> If we could just slow down enough<br /> To consider what’s true and real,<br /> And always try to understand<br /> The way other people feel.<br /><br /> And be less quick to anger,<br /> And show appreciation more<br /> And love the people in our lives<br /> Like we’ve never loved before.<br /><br /> If we treat each other with respect,<br /> And more often wear a smile…<br /> Remembering that this special dash<br /> Might only last a little while.<br /><br /> So, when your eulogy’s being read<br /> With your life’s actions to rehash…<br /> Would you be proud of the things they say<br /> About how you spent your dash?<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="text_menu" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > (</span></span></span></small><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="text_menu" ><span class="text_menu">Author Unknown )</span></span></span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-7248800816407490182007-11-25T20:26:00.002-08:002007-11-26T08:17:40.831-08:00Graduation Day<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_menu"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >God blessed you with<br /> unique talents and abilities,<br /> and you have used those gifts well!<br /> You've taken nothing for granted;<br /> rather, you have worked hard<br /> to prepare for a challenging future.<br /><br /> Just as important as the lessons<br /> that you've learned in the<br /> classroom are the ways that<br /> you've grown as a person:<br /> the friendships you have formed<br /> and the deeper understanding you<br /> have acquired of yourself and others.<br /><br /> As you celebrate this milestone<br /> in your life and look towards<br /> a new horizon, never forget what<br /> has brought you this far.<br /><br /> Remember the love of your family<br /> and friends. Remember your own<br /> sacrifice and hard work. And<br /> remember that God has a special<br /> plan for your life.<br /><br /> You have so much to be thankful<br /> for and so much to look forward to!<br /> May today mark the beginning of<br /> many new joys and accomplishments...<br /> and a continuation of all of the<br /> good things that you have already<br /> achieved.<br /><br /></span> </span><span class="text_menu" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" > ( Pamela Koehlinger )</span> </span>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109647592576959629.post-4121437595544525042007-11-25T20:26:00.001-08:002007-11-26T08:18:19.403-08:00Life<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"><span class="text" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.<br /> Life is beauty, admire it.<br /> Life is bliss, taste it.<br /> Life is a dream, realise it.<br /> Life is a challenge, meet it.<br /> Life is a duty, complete it.<br /> Life is a game, play it.<br /> Life is costly, care for it.<br /> Life is wealth, keep it.<br /> Life is love, enjoy it.<br /> Life is mystery, know it.<br /> Life is a promise, fulfil it.<br /> Life is sorrow, overcome it.<br /> Life is a song, sing it.<br /> Life is a struggle, accept it.<br /> Life is tragedy, confront it.<br /> Life is an adventure, dare it.<br /> Life is luck, make it.<br /> Life is too precious, do not destroy it.<br /> Life is life, fight for it. </span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="left"><span class="text_menu" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >( Mother Teresa )</span> </p>Selvihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675072235660470637noreply@blogger.com0