Special Poems Circulating 1998 Emails

On this page are other types of poems that were sent in my emails in 1998. Be sure to check out the other pages, for some funny stuff to read. Poems for Friends... Funny Stuff Kids Say... Funny Lists... Religious Jokes


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!

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?"



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:

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:
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:


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."
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?
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

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.

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.


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."

"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!

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.

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.


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


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!


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


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"


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!


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~

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

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!!!!!!


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"

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.


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

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


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


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.