Special People

    When special people touch our lives,
then suddenly we see
How wonderful and beautiful
our world can really be

They show us how our hopes and dreams
can take us very far
By helping us to look inside
and believe in who we are

They bless us with their joy and love
in everything they give
When special people touch our lives
they teach us how to live

Steadfast Heart

     I've dreamed many dreams that never came true,
I've seen them vanish at dawn,
But I've realized enough of my dreams,
Thank God,
To make me want to dream on.

I've prayed many prayers when no answer came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers have come to enough of my prayers,
To make me keep praying on.

I've trusted many a friend that failed,
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue,
To make me keep trusting on.

I've sown many a seed that fell by the way,
For the birds to feed upon,
But I've held enough golden sheaves in my hands,
To make me to keep sowing.

I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain,
And gone many ways without song,
But I've sipped the nectar from the roses of life,
To make me want to live on.

Tell Her So

Amid the cares of married strife,
In spite of toil and business life,
If you value your sweet wife
Tell her so!
When days are dark and deeply blue
She has her troubles, same as you.
Show her that your love is true--
Tell her so!
There was a time you thought it bliss
To get the favor of one kiss;
A dozen now won't come amiss--
Tell her so!
Don't act, if she has passed her prime
As tho' to pleasure her was a crime;
If ever you loved her now's the time--
Tell her so!
She'll return for each caress,
An hundredfold of tenderness!
Hearts like hers were made to bless!
Tell her so.
You are hers and hers alone;
Well you know she's all your own;
Don't wait to carve it on a stone--
Tell her so.
Never let her heart grow cold--
Richer beauties will unfold;
She is worth her weight in gold!
Tell her so.

Tell Him So

If you hear a kind word spoken
Of some worthy soul you know,
It may fill your heart with sunshine
If you only tell him so.

If a deed, however humble,
Helps you on your way to go,
Find the one whose hand helped you,
Seek him out and tell him so.

Thanksgiving

     O precious Father, as we bow
Before thy throne today--
We count the many blessings
Thou hast  shower'd  upon our way.
The comfort of our humble homes,
Our health and happiness,
The strength provided for each day
To meet the strain and stress.
We thank thee for thy precious Son
Who brought salvation free,
And for this mighty land of ours--
A land of liberty!
So, Lord, help us give thee thanks 
For all that we hold dear--
Not only on Thanksgiving Day
But for each day of the year!

Thank You

 I want to thank you for all the smiles.
I smiled all day !

Just thinking about it made the world
look better to me...because you brighten it..
and because I know someone cares.

Your thoughtfulness touched my life
in more ways than you know.

That Night

    That night when in Judean skies
The mystic star dispensed it's light,
A blind man moved in his sleep--
And dreamed that he had sight.

That night when shepherds heard the song
Of hosts angelic choiring near,
A deaf man stirred in slumber's spell---
And dreamed that he could hear.

That night when in the cattle stall
Slept child and mother cheek by jowl,
A cripple turned his twisted limbs---
And dreamed that he was whole.

That night when o'er the new born babe
The tender Mary rose to lean,
A loathsome leper smiled in sleep---
And dreamed that he was clean.

That night when to the mother's breast
The little King was held secure,
A harlot slept in happy sleep
And dreamed that she was pure.

That night when in the manger lay
The sanctified who came to save
A man moved in the sleep of death---
And dreamed there was no grave.

The Art Of Marriage

A good marriage must be created.
In marriage the little things become the big things.

It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say I Love You at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers the whole family.
It is speaking words of appreciation
and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other room to grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.

It is not only marring the right person.
It is being the right partner.

The Boy

A possible man of affairs,
A possible leader of men,
Back of the grin he wears
There may be the courage of ten;
Lawyer or merchant or priest,
Artist or singer of joy,
This, when his strength is increased,
Is what may become of a boy.
Heedless and mischievous now,
Spending his boyhood in play,
Yet the glory may rest on his brow
And fame may exalt him some day;
A skill that the world shall admire
Strength that the world shall employ
And faith that shall burn as a fire
Are what may be found in a boy.
He with his freckles of tan,
He with that fun-living grin,
May rise to great heights as a man
And many a battle win;
Back of the slang of the streets
And back of the love of a toy,
It may be a great spirit beats---
Lincoln once played as  a boy.

The Great Tests Of Life 

The great test of life reveal character;
It is not until
Winter comes that we know
The pine is an evergreen..

The Harder Task

Teach me to live! 'Tis easier far to die---
Gently and silently to pass away---
On earth's long night to close the heavy eye,
And awaken in the glorious realms of day.
Teach me that a harder lesson---how to live
To serve Thee in the darkest paths of life.
Arm me for conflict, now fresh vigor give,
And make me more than a conqueror in the strife.

The Indispensable Man

Sometime when you're feeling important,
Sometime when your ego's in bloom,
Sometime when you take for granted
You're the best qualified in the room,
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to your wrist,
Pull it out and the whole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you'll find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before.
The moral in this quaint example
Is do just the best that you can.
Be proud of yourself, but remember...
There's no indispensable man!

The Lord's Prayer

Our Father
Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those
Who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil;

For thine is the Kingdom,
And the Power.
And the Glory, forever.
Amen

The Sacrament Of Work 

Upon thy bended knees, thank God for work,--
Work---once man's penance,
now his high reward!
For work to do, and strength to do work,
We thank Thee, Lord!

The Sensible Way 

There's nothing so bad
That it could not be worse;
There's little that time may not mend,
And troubles, no matter how thickly they come,
Most surely will come to an end.

You've stumbled--well so have we all in our time.
Don't dwell over much on regret,
For your sorry, God knows, we'll leave it at that
Let past things be past, and forget.
Don't despond, don't give up, but just be yourself--
The self that is highest and best,
Just live everyday in a sensible way,
And leave to God all the rest.

The Loom Of Time

Man's Life is laid on the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While weavers work and shuttles fly
'Til the dawn of eternity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the weavers watch with a skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deeply wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by his master skill
And placed in the web with care.
He only knows its beauty,
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
Not 'til each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as needful
For the pattern which He planned.

To The Quitter....

The world won't care if you quit
And the world won't whine of you fail;
The busy world won't notice it,
No matter how loudly you wail.

Nobody will worry that you
Have relinquished the fight and gone down
For it's only the things that you do
That are of worth and get their renown.

The quitters are quickly forgot;
On them the world spends little time;
And a few e'er care that you've not
The courage or patience to climb.

So give up and quit in despair,
And take your place back on the shelf;
But don't think the world's going to care;
You are injuring only yourself.

The Miracle Of Friendship

A Miracle called friendship
Dwells within the heart

You don't know how it happens
Or when it gets it's start

But the happiness it brings you,
Always gives a special lift

Then you realize that friendship
Is one of God's most precious gifts.

This Is My Church

It is composed of people like me.
We make it what it is.
It will be friendly, if I am.
It's pews will be filled, 
if I help fill them.
I will do great work, if I work.
It will make generous gifts 
to many causes,
If I am a generous giver.
It will bring other people 
into it's worship and fellowship,
if I bring them.
It will be a church of loyalty 
and love,
of  fearlessness and faith, 
and a church with a noble spirit--
if I, who make it what it is am filled
with these.
Therefore, with the help of God,
I shall dedicate myself to the task 
of being all the things that 
I want my church to be.

The Busy Man

If you want to get a favor done
By some obliging friend,
And want a promise, safe and sure,
On which you may depend,
Don't go to him who always has
Much leisure time to plan,
But if you want your favor done,
Just ask the busy man.

The man with leisure never has
A moment he can spare,
He's always "putting off" until
His friends are in despair.
But he whose every waking hour
Is crowded full of work
Forgets the art of wasting time,
He cannot stop to shirk.
So when you want a favor done,
And want it right away,
Got to the man who constantly
Works twenty hours a day.
He'll find a moment, sure, somewhere,
That has no other use.
And help you, while the idle man
Is framing an excuse.

The Wise Old Owl

The Wise Old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?

Sweet Are His Promises

      Sweet are his promises,
Kind is the Word,
Dearer than any message
Man ever heard;

Pure was the mind of Christ,
Sinless I see;
He the great example is,
And pattern for me.

List to his loving words,
"Come unto me,"
Weary, heavy laden,
There is sweet rest for thee;

Trust in his promises,
Faithful and sure;
Lean upon the Savior,
And thy soul is secure.

Tell Him Now

If with pleasure you are viewing,
Any work a man is doing,
If you like him or you love him tell him now;
Don't withhold your approbation,
'Till the parson makes oration,
And he lies with snowy lilies on his brow;
No matter how you shout it,
He won't really care about it;
He won't know how many tear drops you have shed;
If you think some praise is due him,
Now's the time to slip it to him,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
More than fame and more than money,
Is the comment kind and sunny,
And the hearty, warm approval of a friend.
For it gives to life a savor,
And it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and spirit to the end;
If he earns your praise--bestow it;
If you like him let him know it;
Let the words of true encouragement be said;
Do not wait till life is over,
And he's underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.

Ten Good Things

There are ten good things for which 
no one has ever been sorry:

For doing good to all;
For speaking evil of no one;
For hearing before judging;
For thinking before speaking;
For holding an angry tongue;
For being kind to the distressed;
For asking pardon for all wrongs;
For being patient toward everybody;
For stopping the ear of  the tale bearer;
For dis-believing  most of the evil reports.

Thank God!

    Thank God for life!
Even though it brings much bitterness and strife,
And all our fairest hopes be wrecked and lost,
Even though there be more ill than good in life,
We cling to life and reckon not the cost.
Thank God for life!

Thank God for love!
For though sometimes grief follows in it's wake,
Still we forget love's sorrow in love's joy,
And cherish tears with smiles for love's dear sake;
Only in heaven is bliss without alloy.
Thank God for love!

Thank God for pain!
No tear hath ever yet been shed in vain,
And in the end each sorrowing heart shall find,
No curse, but blessings in the hand of pain;
Thank God for pain!

Thank God for death!
Who touches anguished lips and stills their breath;
And giveth peace unto each troubled breast;
Grief flows before thy touch, O blessed death;
God's sweetest gift; thy name in heaven rest.
Thank God for death!

The 23rd Psalm

     The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
For His name's sake.

Yea though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil for thou art with me
They rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table  before  me
In the presence of mine enemies
thou anointest my head with oil
My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

The Friend Who Stands By

When trouble comes your soul to try,
You love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there's nothing he (or she) can do;
The thing is strictly up to you,
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone;
Times when love can't smooth the road,
Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend,
Who will stand by until the end;
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through,
Although there's nothing he (or she) can do;
And so with fervent heart we cry,
"God bless the friend who just stands by."

The Beatitudes

Blessed are the poor in spirit
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn
For they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger 
and thirst after righteousness.
For they shall be filled.

Blessed are the merciful
For they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart
For they shall see God.

Blessed are the peace makers
For they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they which are persecuted 
for righteousness sake
For theirs is the kingdom of  heaven.

Blessed are ye when men shall 
revile you falsely, for my sake
For great is your reward in heaven.

The Gospel According To You

There's a sweet old story translated to men,
But writ in the long, long ago---
The gospel according to Mark, Luke, and John---
Of Christ and his mission below.
Men read and admire the Gospel of Christ,
With it's love so unfailing and true;
But what do they say, and what do they think,
Of the gospel, "according to you?"
'Tis a wonderful story, the Gospel of love,
As it shines in Christ life divine;
And, oh, that it's truth might be told again
In the story of your life and mine!
Unselfishness mirrors in every scene;
Love blossoms on every sod;
And back from it's vision the heart comes to tell
The wonderful goodness of God.
You are writing each day a letter to men;
Take care that the writing is true;
'Tis the only gospel that some will read---
The gospel according to you.

The Man With The Consecrated Car 

He couldn't speak before a crowd;
He couldn't teach a class.
But when it came to Sunday School,
He brought the folks "in masse."
He couldn't sing to save his life;
In public he couldn't pray.
But always his "jalopy" was just
Crammed on each Lord's Day.
And though he could not sing,
Nor teach, nor lead in prayer,
He listened well, he had a smile, and
He was always there.
With all the others whom he brought,
Who lived both near and far--
And God's work prospered--
For he had a consecrated car!

The Noblest Men 

The noblest men that live on earth,
Are men whose hands are brown with toil.
Who backed by no ancestral graves,
Hew down the woods and till the soil;
And win thereby a prouder name
Than fellows, kings, or warrior's fame.
The working men, what'er their task,
Who carve the stone, or bear the hod,
They wear upon their honest brows
The royal stamp and seal of God;
And worthier are their drops of sweat,
Than diamonds in a coronet.
God bless the noble working men.
Who rear the cities of the plain!
Who dig the mines, who build the ships,
And drive the commerce of the main!
God bless them! For their toiling hands
Have wrought the glory of all lands

The Town Of Don't You Worry

There's a town called Don't You Worry,
On the banks of River Smile,
Where the Cheer-up and Be-happy
Blossom sweetly all the while;
Where Never-grumble flower
Blossoms beside the Fragrant Try.
And the Ne'er-give-up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.

Rustic benches quiet enticing
You'll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-earnest Prayer
Everybody there is happy
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don't You Worry
In the banks of River Smile.

The Quitter 

It ain't the failures he may meet
That keeps a man from winnin'
It's the discouragement complete
That blocks a new beginnin';
You want to quit your habits bad,
And, when the shadows flittin'
Make life seem worthless an' sad,
You want to quit your quittin'!
You want to quit a-layin' down
An' sayin' hope is over,
Because the fields are bare an' brown
Where once we lived in clover.
When jolted from the water cart
It's painful to be hittin'
The earth; but make another start.
Cheer up, an' quit your quittin'!
Although the game seems rather stiff
Don't be a doleful doubter;
There's always one more innin' if
Your not a down-and-outer.
But fortune's pretty sure to flee
From folks content with sittin'
Around an' sayin'  life's no good.
You've got to quit your quittin'.

The Lord Is On Thy Side

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: they best, thy Heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end..

The Man

The man who has not but anything
to boast about but his illustrious ancestors,
Is like a potato----
The only good belonging to him 
is underground!!

The Price of Love

Grief never ends,
But it changes.
It's a passage,
Not a place to stay.

The sense of loss
Must give way
If we're to value
The life that was lived.

Grief is not a sign of weakness,
Nor lack of faith,
it is the price of love.

There Is Strength

---In silence, that speech does not know.
---In faith, that bluster can never imitate.
---In love, that hate can never realize.
---In quiet, that noise never understands.
---In prayer, that comes in no other way.

Those Who Try

Be not dismayed nor be surprised
If what you do is criticized.
Mistakes are made, I'll not deny,
But only made by those who try!

Think

Harsh words, like chickens, love to stray,
But they come back to rest each day...
If you have angry words to say...
Stop and think!
The world will judge you by your deeds;
They can be flowers?,  fair or weeds...
Before you plant those tiny weeds...
Stop and think!
God gave us each a heart for song;
A brain to reason right or wrong...
So when temptation gets too strong...
Stop and think!

Time

So the sands of time that slowly flow
From out my hour glass
Will all too soon have ebbed away,
My life will then be past.
So I must make the most of time
And drift not with the tide,
For killing time's not murder,
It's more like suicide.

There Is A Destiny

There is a destiny that makes
 us brothers;
None goes his way alone:
All we send into the live of others,
Comes back into our own.

The Vision

One Prayed in vain to paint the vision blest,
Which shone upon his heart by night and day.
But homely duties in his dwelling pressed,
And hungry hearts that would not turn away,
And cares that still his eager hands bade stay.
The canvas never knew the pictured face,
But year by year, while the vision shone,
An angel near him, wondering, bent to trace
On his own life the Master's image grown
And unto men made known.

The Cross In The Room

The young man was at the end of his rope.
Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer.
"Lord, I can't go on," he said.
"I have too heavy a cross to bear."

The Lord replied,
"My son, if you can't bear it's weight,
just place your cross inside this room.

Then open another door and pick any cross you wish."
The man was filled with relief.
"Thank you, Lord,"
he sighed, and did as he was told.

As he looked around the room he saw many different crosses;
some so large the tops were not visible.
Then he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall.

"I'd like that one, Lord,"
he whispered. And the Lord replied,
"My son, that's the cross you brought in."

The Working Dog

My eyes are your eyes,
to watch and protect you and yours.

My ears are your ears,
to hear and detect evil minds in the dark.

My nose is your nose,
to scent the invader of your domain.

And so you may live,
my life is also yours.

To My Grown-up Son

My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I'd wash your clothes. I'd sew and cook.
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light.
Then tip-toe softly to the door.
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, the years rush past.
No longer is he at your side.
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.

There are no longer games to play.
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear...
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
The Bibles were lain on the shelf without care.
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with the baby on her lap.
Was watching the late show while I took a nap.
When out of the east there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray.
I knew in a moment that this must be the day.
The light of His face made me cover my head.
It was Jesus! returning, just like He had said,
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life, which He held in His hand,
Was written the name of each saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name.
When He said, "It's not here." my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to His Father above,
With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
While all the rest were standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late.
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight.
Oh, if only we had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is fast drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all!

Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Life!!!

The Impossible

Only he who can see the invisible;
Can do the impossible!

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