Special Poems
Circulating 1998 Emails
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A POEM FOR MOMS AND DADS
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for my
sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll
lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet,
Far from the daily family
riot.
May I lie back -- not have to think
about what they've stuffed
down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
and what they're
doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself,
(did something just
fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed,
(Oh no, another goldfish
-- dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake,
(Did I just hear a
window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean,
(well heck, I've got
the right to dream.)
Yes, now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits
about me keep.
But as I look around I know,
I must have lost them long
ago!
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Heaven's Grocery Store
I
was walking down life's highway a long time ago.
One day I saw a sign that
read, "HEAVEN'S GROCERY STORE".
As I got a little closer the door came open
wide,
and when I came to myself I was standing inside.
I saw a host of
ANGELS. They were standing everywhere.
One handed me a basket and said, "My
Child shop with care".
Everything a Christian needed was in that grocery store.
And all you couldn't carry, you could come back the next day for more.
First,
I got some PATIENCE: LOVE was in the same row.
Further down was UNDERSTANDING:
you need that everywhere you go.
I got a box or two of WISDOM, a bag or two
of FAITH.
I just couldn't miss the HOLY GHOST, for it was all over the place.
I stopped to get some STRENGTH and COURAGE to help me run this race.
By then
my basket was getting full, but I remembered I needed some GRACE.
I didn't
forget SALVATION, for SALVATION was free,
so I tried to get enough of that
to save both you and me.
Then I started up to the counter to pay my grocery
bill,
for I thought I had everything to do the MASTER'S will.
As I went
up the aisle, I saw PRAYER: and I just had to put that in,
for I knew when
I stepped outside, I would run into sin.
PEACE AND JOY were plentiful; they
were last on the shelf.
SONG and PRAISE were hanging near, so I just helped
myself.
Then I said to the angel, "Now, how much do I owe?"
He smiled
and said, "Just take them everywhere you go."
Again, I smiled and said, "How
much do I really owe?"
He smiled again and said, "MY CHILD, JESUS PAID YOUR
BILL A LONG, LONG TIME AGO." "ALL THINGS WHATSOEVER YOU SHALL ASK IN PRAYER, BELIEVING,
YOU SHALL RECEIVE." (MATTHEW 21:22)
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to
read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned
by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me
down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head
tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his
hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not
enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and
go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead
of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful,
too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me
was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But
I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in
my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that
I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was
blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked
him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran
off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and
wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow
tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last
I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And
for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty
in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that
wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful
rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man. ________________________________________
The Minister and the Old Man
A minister passing through his church
in the
middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come
to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt,
he bowed his head,
then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
a
lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with
robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are
you doing here?"
The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch
was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
for finding strength
and power.
"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far
away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
this is kinda what I say:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND
EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW
TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING
IN."
The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told
the man he was welcome
to come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim
smiled, said
"Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the
altar,
he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated
old Jim's prayer:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE
BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO,
JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN."
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to
worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
but he'd given them a thrill.
The week
that Jim was with them
brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy
contagious.
Changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
not a visitor
he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
he voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised,
old Jim spoke up
and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't
know,
that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear
friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
leans over
and says to me:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE
BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS
LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS
JESUS CHECKING IN."
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THE LETTER IN THE NIGHT
One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed, and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger. The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell, and found his way to the door that would lead him to the outside world. Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had wrote it to her from Hell. Louise, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter and read:
My Friend,
I stand in Judgment now,
And feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth,
I walked with you day by day,
And never did you point the way.
You knew
the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge
then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived
together on the earth,
you never told me of the second birth,
And now
I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught
me many things, that's true,
I called you "friend" and trusted you,
But
I learn now that it's too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you a "friend" in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you "My Friend."
Marsha
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her body in pools. She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room. As she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she realized that as a Christian, she has failed in her duty to "go out to all the world and preach the gospel." As she thought of that, she promised herself that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha and this was the conversation:
Yes, Bill, Is Marsha there?
Louise, you don't know?
No, Bill, know what?
Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT.
I thought you had known.
Fellow Christian, is this your testimony? Are you witnessing to your friends that
you are with everyday?
Or will there be a friend of yours, in hell, asking
you why you did not tell them about JESUS?
As your friend. . .If you don't
know Jesus, here's how:
If you confess with your mouth and believe in your
heart that Jesus died on the cross for your sins and God raised Him from the dead,
you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 - 10)
If you have not done so, just pray this prayer:
"Dear God, I confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that Jesus
is your son and that he died on the cross for my sins.
Jesus, forgive me of
my sins and come into my heart and become my personal Lord and Savior. In Jesus'
name, amen."
P.S. If you are a believer - new or old, send this to others
and let them know you are a true friend).
"Do not boast of tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring
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Now I Sit Me Down in School
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is
against the rule.
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him
very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites
It violates the Bill of Rights.
Anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.
The law is specific;
the law is precise.
Praying out loud is no longer nice.
Praying aloud
in a public hall
Upsets those who believe in nothing at all.
In silence
alone we can meditate
and if God should get the credit--great!
They are
bringing their guns,
I don't dare bring my Bible,
To do so might make
me liable.
So, now Oh Lord, this plea I make;
Should I be shot in school,
My soul please take.
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God Make Me the Woman
God, make me the woman I'd like to be,
For there are some failures
and faults in me.
But not because of my desire,
I know the task that
life requires,
Light my way that I may see
God, make me the woman I'd
like to be.
God, make me the woman I'd like to be,
That folks may see
the good in me.
My open heart, my ready hand,
To serve and toil for good
of woman.
Let your spirit live in me.
God, make me the woman I'd like
to be.
God make me the woman I'd like to be,
Let my life be lost in Thee.
My life I've lived I don't regret,
Still there is something lacking yet.
What it is I cannot see,
But you know Lord, what I'd like it to be.
God make me the woman I'd like to be,
To live and serve more faithfully.
No matter how dark the night may be,
The light inside burns constantly,
of truth and love that makes heart s free.
God make me the woman I'd like
to be.
God make me the woman I'd like to be,
there's nothing so vile and
bad in me.
I do good deeds along the way,
But I could do more from day
to day.
God answer the voice that speaks in me.
GOD MAKE ME THE WOMAN I'D LIKE TO BE.
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BUTT PRINTS IN THE SAND
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was
seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the
shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord,
"What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But
Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But
you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The
walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And
there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and takea stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
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"Beauty of a Woman"
The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The
beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the
doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in
her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she
shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows!
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Mary's Little Lamb
Mary had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her
to school each day,
When it wasn't against the rules.
He made the children
laugh and play,
To have a Lamb at school.
Then the rules changed one
day,
Against the law it became.
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name.
Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned
into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh and play,
You heard them
crying tears.
What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools
today?
Let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray.
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My Friend Gave a Gift to Me
My Friend gave a gift to me, Just the other day.
HE said how much I needed it, Even more then HE could say.
I asked if it was
wrapped, with pretty paper and bows.
But HE just smiled and said, Nothing
can contain it, because it grows.
I asked if I should close my eyes, And hold
out my hands.
And when I felt HIM touch me, It was almost more than I could
stand.
When I opened up my eyes, He was not there, but was gone.
But my
heart was now filled with love, And I didn't feel at all alone.
I ran to tell
the others, About what HE gave to me.
But when they saw my face, It was plain
that they could see.
Because before this day had come, I was always sad and
alone.
But now I was reconciled to my Father, And filled with a love I had
never known
I want to share this gift of love, With everyone I meet.
Because my Friend, my Lord, my Jesus, Upon my heart, is HIS throne and seat.
He leads me to HIS chosen ones, To touch their hearts and souls.
For now I
am HIS hands and feet, And I am to love them, and do as I am told.
And now
my Lord and Saviour, Has come to me this day.
He said it was time to unwrap
my gift, And give it all away.
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ETERNAL FLAME
The small flicker of light from a lit candle reminds me of Jesus;
It fills the room with brightness, Just like His light fills my soul.
It's warmth reminds me of His love;
The closer to Him I get, The warmer my
heart of stone.
The flame itself reminds me of the Holy Spirit.
My love
for Him is a fire burning in my soul, an eternal flame.
It's dripping wax
is like the heart of Jesus while He was on the cross,
melting because of His
love for you and me.
So, when I see a lit candle with it's warmth, light,
and dripping wax,
I'm reminded of the warmth of knowing Jesus, the light
in His Word, and most of all...
His melted heart. A. Moyes
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MY PRAYER
At first, I didn't know You and didn't even care,
but I still
felt your Love I felt it everywhere.
I saw it in the moon, the stars, and
the trees,
in the fluffy white clouds and the raging seas.
But now Lord,
I Know You and I love You so,
I'm holding Your hand and I'll never let go.
I was lost in sin, full of wickedness and strife,
but I let you come in and
You changed my life.
I was blinded by Satan and just couldn't see
that
the blood You shed was shed just for me.
But I kneeled before You and invited
You in
praying, "Rescue me Lord, I'm a slave of sin."
From the moment
you saved me I knew you were real.
You've proven Your love and Your power
to heal.
I'm sorry for the heartache that I put you through,
for the
evil I did before I knew You.
It seems like a dream, "How can this be?"
I've done You so wrong and You still love me.
No one else makes me feel the
way that You do.
More than life itself I truly love You!
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THE NARROW PATH
I'm following my Lord on a narrow path.
I look to my left;
terror, torment, destruction.
To my right; suffering, sickness, disease;
each one a demon trying desperately to pull me off the path.
I look behind
me; alcohol, drugs, cigarettes; a trap I once was in.
But I look straight
ahead; Father, Spirit, Son, Lord of my life,
leading me home. A. Moyes
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WOW!
Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this your will?"
It's
then I hear you answer me, "My Precious Child... be still."
Sometimes I feel
frustrated, cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear you say to
me, "My Busy Child... just rest"
Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd
like a mate.
Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says, "My Child...
please wait"
"I know the plans I have for you, the wonderous things you'll
see;
If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in me.
I've
plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you
cannot see and much you do not know.
But know this, Child ..... I LOVE YOU.
You are Precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your
destiny.
I've something very special I hope for you to learn.
The gifts
I wish to give to you are gifts you cannot earn.
They come without a price
tag, but not without a cost;
at Calvary, I gave My Son, so You would not be
lost.
Rest Child, and do not grow weary of doing what is good.
I promise
I'll come back for you just like I said I would.
Your name is written on
my palm, I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when my answer
is... "Not Yet"
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YOU STILL HAVE HOPE
If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope.
If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower, then you still have hope.
If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, then you still have hope.
If the smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope.
If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope.
If the
rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope.
If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder, then
you still have hope.
If the soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant
under your fingertips, then you still have hope.
If you meet new people with
a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope.
If you give
people the benefit of a doubt, then you still have hope.
If you still offer
your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life, then you still
have hope.
If receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings a pleasant
surprise, then you still have hope.
If the suffering of others still fills
you with pain and frustration, then you still have hope.
If you refuse to
let a friendship die, or accept that it must end, then you still have hope.
If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection, then you still
have hope.
If you still buy the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree or cook
the turkey, then you still have hope.
If you still watch love stories or want
the endings to be happy, then you still have hope.
If you can look to the
past and smile, then you still have hope.
If, when faced with the bad, when
told everything is futile, you can still look up and end the conversation with
the phrase... "yeah....BUT.." then you still have hope.
Hope is such a marvelous
thing.
It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides, but rarely does it break.
It sustains us when nothing else can.
It gives us reason to continue
and courage to move ahead,
when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.
Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage.
Hope puts our
feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it.
Hope moves us to act when our
souls are confused of the direction.
Hope is a wonderful thing, something
to be cherished and nurtured,
and something that will refresh us in return.
And it can be found in each of us, and it can bring light into the darkest
of places.
Never lose HOPE!
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Waiting
Wait...so
hard to do.
And so hard to accept this answer sometimes.
Wait Desperately,
helplessly, longingly, I cried
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child,
you must wait".
"Wait? You say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need
answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.
My future and all
to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and You tell me to Wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need
a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied
once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed, then, to
kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you
a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the
dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased
you would be.
You would have what you want -- but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power
that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there'
You'd not know the
joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends
like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save...(for a start)
But you'd
not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into
the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth
that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite god, who makes what
you have Last.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What
it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your
loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the loss! If I lost what I'm
doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That
the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "Wait.'" ~anonymous~
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This is worth reading.
How do you live with your dash?
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral
of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning
... to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke
the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years. (1900-1970)
For that dash represents all
the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we
own;
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and
love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time
is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show our
appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved
before
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
--Author unknown
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Friendz without Faces!!!
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We
all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through
the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form
and gang up in our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type at our name
We
want recognition, but it is always the same
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes
flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we're hurt.
We do form friendships
- but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships will flourish and
grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that
we have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we are blind.
The answer is simple, it
is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the computer
and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces with odd little names.
Take this week
to have fun and be sure to let those friends without faces know how much you appreciate
them. Happy online friendship week!!!!!!
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DRINKING FROM MY SAUCER
I've never made a fortune and it's probably too
late now
But I don't worry about that much I'm happy anyhow
And as I
go along life's way I'm reaping better than I sow
I'm drinking from my saucer
'Cause my cup has overflowed
Haven't got a lot of riches and sometimes the
going's tough
But I've got loving ones around me and that makes me rich enough
I thank God for His blessings and the mercies He's bestowed
I'm drinking
from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed
O, Remember times when things went
wrong
My faith wore somewhat thin
But all at once the dark clouds broke
and sun peeped through again
So Lord, help me not to gripe about the tough
rows that I've hoed
I'm drinking from my saucer "Cause my cup has overflowed
If God gives me strength and courage
When the way grows steep and rough
I'll not ask for other blessings I'm already blessed enough
And may
I never be too busy to help others bear their loads
Then I'll keep drinking
from my saucer "Cause my cup has overflowed"
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Around the Corner I Have a Friend
(friends & family) Read this one slowly
Around
the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the
days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And
I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine..
If, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired
men..
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name..
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking
of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us
grows and grows..
Around the corner!- yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram
sir-" "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end..
Around the corner, a vanished friend..
If you love someone, tell them..
Remember always to say what you mean..
Never be afraid to express yourself..
Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you.
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MOTHER'S LITTLE ANGEL
Chuck Sullivan...................Copyright 1994
There
came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door,
A knock, more urgent than
he had ever heard before,
"Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said,
"Come in, Come in, before you wake the dead."
In walked a frightened little
girl, a child no more than nine,
It was plain for all to see, she had troubles
on her mind,
"Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me,
My mother is
surely dying, she's as sick as she can be."
"I don't make house calls, bring
your mother here,"
"But she's too sick, so you must come or she will die
I fear,"
The doctor, touched by her devotion, decided he would go,
She
said he would be blessed, more than he could know.
She led him to her house
where her mother lay in bed,
Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise
her head,
But her eyes cried out for help and help her the doctor did,
She would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.
The doctor
got her fever down and she lived through the night,
And morning brought the
doctor signs, that she would be all right,
The doctor said he had to leave
but would return again by two,
And later he came back to check, just like
he said he'd do.
The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done,
He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one,
"How
proud you must be of your wonderful little girl,
It was her pleading that
made me come, she is really quite a pearl!
"But doctor, my daughter died
over three years ago,
Is the picture on the wall of the little girl you know?"
The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall,
Was the same
little girl for whom he'd made this call.
The doctor stood motionless, for
quite a little while,
And then his solemn face, was broken by his smile,
He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door,
And of the
beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor
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There's Something in a Simple Hug
There's something in a simple hug
That always
warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.
A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or
just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you.
Hugs are
meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.
A hug is an amazing thing -
It's just the perfect
way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.
It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place
and language,
It's always understood.
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts -
Just open up your arms
And open up
your hearts
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THE VESSEL
The
Master was searching for a vessel to use:
Before Him were many, which one
would He choose?
"Take me," cried the gold one. "I'm shiny and bright; I'm
of great value and I do things just right. My beauty and luster will outshine
the rest, And for someone like you, Master, Gold would be best."
The Master
passed on with no word at all, And looked at a silver urn, grand and tall. "I'll
help you dear Master, I'll pour out your wine; I'll be on your table whenever
you dine.
My lines are so graceful, my carving so true, And silver will always
complement you."
Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass, Wide-mouthed and shallow and polished like glass. "Here, here!" cried the vessel, "I know I will do; Place me on your table for all men to view."
"Look at me," called the goblet of crystal so clear, "My transparency shows my contents so dear. Though fragile am I, I will serve you with pride, And I'm sure I'll be happy in your house to abide."
Then the Master came next to a vessel of wood; Polished and carved, it solidly stood. "You may use me, dearest Master," the wooden bowl said. "But I'd rather you used me for fruit, not for bread."
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay. Empty and broken it helplessly lay. No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose, To cleanse, and make whole, to fill and to use.
"Ah! Now This is the vessel I've been hoping to find. I'll mend it and use it and make it all mine. I need not the vessel with pride of itself, Nor one that is narrow to sit on the shelf; Nor one that is big-mouthed and shallow and loud; Nor one that displays his contents so proud; Nor the one who thinks he can do things just right; But this plain earthen vessel filled with power and might."
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay, Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day; Spoke to it kindly - "There's work you must do... Just pour out to others as I pour into you." B.V. Cornwall
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PRECIOUS MEMORIES
You can't buy precious memories
With silver or with gold,
They come to us without a price
As the years of life unfold.
I've longed
for many things in life,
some with hidden thorns of pain.
Knowing what
was best for me,
God sent both sunshine and rain.
Hard times teach us to
appreciate
Good times when they come along,
If all of life was fun and
pleasure,
How could we ever grow strong?
God in His infinite wisdom
has given me many good years,
taught me to suffer with others,
to feel their sorrows and tears.
So if you want precious memories
As the
years of life unfold,
Learn how to love one another,
It's worth more
than silver or gold.
New Pages
Our
Domains were Hijacked! - Read the whole story here. How they were hijacked
and how we got them back.
Everything Made in China?
- How is it that everything in my house has a Made in China tag?
Prepare
for a Recession? - A list of some things we are going to do to try to prepare
for a recession.
We Put Solar Lights in our House
- Why not put outdoor solar lights "inside" the house?
Wind
Turbine Test - We started thinking about how we could build a wind turbine
to generate our own electricity.
Magazines
for Toddlers - I wanted to send some magazines to the grandbaby for something
to do during winter.
