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My Daily Creed
Let me be a little kinder,
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more;
Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery;
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver;
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be;
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker;
Let me think more of my neighbor
And a little less of me.
When I have no one to turn to
And I am feeling kind of low,
When there is no one to talk to
And nowhere I want to go,
I search deep within myself
It is the love inside my heart
That lets me know my Angels are there
Even though we are miles apart.
A smile then appears upon my face
And the sun begins to shine.
I hear a voice, so soft and sweet
Saying, 'Everything will be just fine'
It may seem that I am alone
But I am never by myself at all.
Whenever I need my Angels near
All I have to do is call.
An Angel's love is always true
On that you can depend.
They will always stand behind you
And will always be your friend.
Through darkest hours and brightest days
Our Angels see us through.
You are one of my Angels.
Perhaps I am one for you.
Don't Pass Me By
He walked with eyes lowered, head to the ground.
When he saw me, he spoke, and I took in his sight.
He was scruffy and raggedy in his eyes was no light.
He said, "Ma'am, I'm hungry."
He was very polite.
I said to him softly, "No money have I,
but I'll buy you some food
with these food stamps of mine."
We walked on in silence, this homeless old man,
and he said, "Give me your number
I'll pay you back when I can."
I looked in his eyes, where hopelessness lay,
and I said, "Never mind. I don't want you to pay."
As we walked down the aisles of the grocery store,
like a child he picked something, then asked for some more.
I gladly told him to fill all his needs,
because in my lifetime, I've done some bad deeds.
I'll never forget him, as he went on his way,
because he gave me something I can never repay.
He gave me a chance to give what I could,
a chance to show love to the misunderstood...
a chance to feed someone when no one else would...
a chance to be special, a chance to be good.
I'll ever be grateful to the stranger in rags,
for showing me Love in a few grocery bags,
for letting me be the one who had more,
for letting me answer his knock at my door.
You see, I'm no angel, though I've wanted to be.
I've hurt many people by just being me,
and this man, this stranger, who did not pass me by,
set free for an instant an angel to fly.
Point of View
I've heard it said, "Don't go to bed
While hanging on to sorrow.
You may not have the chance to laugh
With those you love tomorrow."
You may not mean the words you speak
When anger takes its toll.
You may regret your actions
Once you've lost your self control.
When you've lost your temper
And you've said some hurtful things,
Think about the heartache
That your action sometimes brings.
You'll never get those moments back,
Such precious time to waste,
And all because of things you said
In anger and in haste.
So if you're loving someone
And your pride has settled in,
You may not ever have the chance
To say to them again,
"I love you and I miss you
And although we don't agree,
I'll try to see your point of view,
Please do the same for me."
The Lord came to me like a dream one
day and asked, "Why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord my life is so full of
pain, I can't face one more tomorrow."
The Lord sat down beside me, and
gently took my hand. He said, "Let me
explain to you and then you'll understand.
Each sorrow is a stepping stone
you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
is a sorrow that's passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside,
with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support.
Every stepping stone you climb,
makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith
this road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones,
to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
to a City paved with gold.
I know that you are tired,
for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
but I cleared many stones away.
I left my rock to lift you up,
I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb,
to that special place in glory.
And never fear, the Rock is here,
You'll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones.
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
Nor all the pattern see.
Sometimes He chooses sorrow
And I, in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will He reveal the pattern
Or tell the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
In thy closet daily hiding,
Talk with God;
He will take away the chiding
And the rod.
And in the place of sore distress
Build thy life in holiness.
One star lifts above another
Towards His light;
One ray other rays shall gather
In his flight;
And ere long thy peace shall be
Sure as His who leadeth thee.
Dear God, are You still awake?
Dear God, are You still awake?
Have You got a minute or two?
You're pretty good at understanding,
And I really need to talk to You.
You see, Mommy came to tuck me in,
Like she does every night.
I was trying to play a trick on her,
Since she can't see without the light.
I was going to close my eyes
And pretend to be asleep.
But when I heard her crying,
I didn't dare let out a peep.
She started talking to you, God.
Did You hear the things she said?
Could You hear what she was saying
As she stood beside my bed?
Why would Mommy be so sad?
I wondered just what I had done,
And then I began to remember it all
As she named them one by one ...
This morning we worked in the garden,
But, honest, I really didn't know
That if I picked all those little yellow blooms
The tomatoes wouldn't grow!
Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,
'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs,
But I don't think she was too happy with us
When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.
Mommy said we should stop for the day,
She decided we had helped quite enough.
I sure had worked up an appetite ...
I didn't know gardening was so tough!
We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch,
And I shared too much, I guess ...
But I didn't realize until I was done
That Charlie had made such a mess.
Mommy said she needed a nap,
She had one of her headaches today.
She told me to keep an eye on my sister
And find something quiet to play.
Well, God, do You remember all those curls
You gave my little sister Jenny?
We played barber shop ... very quietly ...
And now, well, she doesn't have any.
Boy, was Mommy mad at me ...
I had to go sit on my bed.
She said never to cut "people hair" again.
I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead.
We sat and watched poor old Albert,
I just knew he must be so bored
Going round and round in the same place all day,
Wouldn't You think so, Lord?
I didn't think it would hurt to let him out for a while.
I mean, mice need exercise, too.
By the way, have You seen Albert lately?
He's been sort of missing since two.
Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.
She said we needed fresh air.
But when Daddy came home she told him
She was trying to get something out of her hair.
We thought Mommy needed cheering up,
So we decided to brighten her day.
But, God, did You see the look on her face
When we gave her that pretty bouquet?
We had gotten a little bit dirty,
So Mommy said to get in the tub.
"Use soap this time," she reminded,
"and please don't forget to scrub."
Charlie didn't like the water too much,
But I lathered up real good.
I knew Mommy would be so proud of me
For cleaning up like I should.
I went downstairs to the table,
But during dinner it started to rain ...
I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,
And I hadn't unplugged the drain!
I decided right then it was just about time
To start getting ready for bed,
When Mommy said, "It's sure been a long day,"
And her face began turning all red.
I lay there listening to Mommy
As she told You about our day.
I thought about all of the things I had done
And I wondered what I should say.
I was just about to tell her
That I'd been awake all along,
And ask her to please forgive me
For all of those thing I'd done wrong.
When suddenly, I heard her whisper,
"God, forgive me for today ...
For not being more understanding
When those problems came my way ...
For not handling situations
In the way You wanted me to ...
For getting angry and losing my temper,
Things I know You don't want me to do.
And, God, please give me more patience,
Help me make it through another day,
I'll do better tomorrow, I promise ...
In Jesus' name I pray."
Wiping her eyes, she kissed me
And knelt here beside my bed.
She stroked my hair for a little while ...
"I love you, precious," Mommy said.
She left the room without ever knowing
That I'd been awake all the time.
And God, could we make it our little secret?
You know, just Yours and mine?
I'm sorry I was so much trouble today,
I really didn't mean to be ...
Daddy says it's tough being a kid sometimes,
But I think it's harder on Mommy than me.
Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.
It's sure nice to know You're there.
I feel so much better when I talk to You
'Cause You always hear my prayer.
And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise ...
Just you wait and see!
I'll try not to be so much trouble again,
But, God, please give more patience to Mommy just in case, for me?!
God Made The Night ..
God Made The Night ..
But He could not have known about those of us
who waited for the dark
To feel the first moments of privacy we had known all day,
Or to use that black secrecy to mutter curses at the day's faults.
He Also Fashioned The Sun ..
And choreographed the ballet called sunset;
But He didn't anticipate the agony that spectacle would create
Among those of us who counted the day past a loss
For it brought them not one step nearer the goals sought.
When He Breathed Out The Worlds Music ..
He planned joy,
But again we fail Him when we wince,
And fight tears, and denounce the beauty of it
Only because there is no beauty in the music of our souls.
God Planted Love Here ..
And it grows
Where hate had flourished
Or where it is scarcely recognized.
He planned on using it like a band-aid on the hurts of the heart.
But it won't stick on some of us,
Or it washes with salt tears,
Or we claim not to need it's protection.
Isn't it a marvel He doesn't despair of us ?
My alarm went off It was Sunday again.
I was sleepy and tired,
My one day to sleep in.
But the guilt I would feel
The rest of the day
Would have been too much,
So I'd go and I'd pray.
I showered and shaved,
I adjusted my tie,
I got there and sat
In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer
As I closed my eyes,
I saw the shoe of the man next to me
Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side, I thought,
"Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine,
But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"
I thought, "This man with the shoes has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched
Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer,
But my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best
When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought,
Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended
And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud,
Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters,
His hands were raised high,
The Lord could surely hear
The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering
And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached
Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out,
What the shoe man put in,
Then I heard a soft "clink"
as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me
To tears, and that's no lie
It was the same for the shoe man,
For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service,
As is the custom here,
We must greet new visitors
And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow
And wanted to meet the shoe man
So after the closing prayer,
I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark,
And his hair was truly a mess
But I thanked him for coming,
For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie,
I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes
But he had a large, wide grin
"Let me explain," he said
Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months,
And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance
"Is not like all the rest,
But I really do try
"To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes
"Before my very long walk
"But by the time I get here,
"They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain and
I swallowed to hide my tears
As he continued to apologize
For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here,
"I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you,
"Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment
Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison.
I spoke from my heart, not my head
"Oh, you've touched me," I said,
"And taught me, in part,
"That the best of any man
"Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought, This shoe man will never know. ..
Like just how thankful I really am
That his dirty old shoe touched my soul...
So, I just wanted to say, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.
I respect you, and truly cherish you.
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Winners versus Losers
The Winner is always a part of the answer;
The Loser is always a part of the problem.
The Winner always has a program;
The Loser always has an excuse.
The Winner says, "Let me do it for you;"
The Loser says, "That's not my job."
The Winner sees an answer for every problem;
The Loser sees a problem in every answer.
The Winner says, "It may be difficult but it's possible;"
The Loser says, "It may be possible but it's too difficult."
THE DOGWOOD TREE
When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree, and so
Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony."
As I Grow Old
God keep my heart attuned to laughter
When youth is done;
When all the days are gray days, coming after
The warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.
A Special Place
There is a special place in life,
That needs my humble skill,
A certain job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.
The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change it
for a moment -- even if I could
There is a special place in life,
A goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me
There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give
For there are tears to blow away.
There is a special place in life
that I was meant to fill.
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
upon a windy hill.
There's always a tomorrow and the
best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,
I know there is a place for me.
Brighten Your Corner
We cannot all be famous
or be listed in "Who's Who",
But every person, great or small,
has important work to do.
For seldom do we realize
the importance of small deeds,
Or to what degree of greatness
unnoticed kindness leads.
For it's not the big celebrity
in a world of fame and praise,
But it's doing unpretentiously
in an undistinguished way.
The work that God assigned to us,
unimportant as it seems,
That makes our task outstanding,
and brings reality to dreams.
So do not sit and idly wish
for wider, new dimensions
where you can put into practice,
your many good intentions.
But at the spot God placed you
begin at once to do,
Little things to brighten up
the lives surrounding you.
If everybody brightened up
the spot where their standing,
By being more considerate,
and a little less demanding.
This dark old world would very soon
eclipse the evening star,
If everybody brightened up
the corner where they are!
WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN
Standing for what you believe in,
Regardless of the odds against you,
and the pressure that tears at your resistance,
Keeping a smile on your face,
When inside you feel like dying,
For the sake of supporting others,
Stopping at nothing,
And doing what's in your heart,
You know is right,
Doing more than is expected,
To make another's life a little more bearable,
Without uttering a single complaint,
Helping a friend in need,
No matter the time or effort,
To the best of your ability,
Giving more than you have,
And expecting nothing
But nothing in return,
Holding your head high,
And being the best you know you can be
When life seems to fall apart at your feet,
Facing each difficulty with the confidence
That time will bring you better tomorrow's,
And never giving up,
A Blue Sky Day
I woke up this morning,
And stretched my hands over my head;
I asked the Lord to bless us all,
As I jumped out of the bed.
I ran to put the coffee on,
And turned up the local news;
Opened up the door,
And laced up my walking shoes.
As I walked around the garden,
And looked down upon the ground;
I saw upon a dewy flower,
A butterfly safe and sound.
From flower to flower it tasted,
And flapped it's little wings;
Then I looked up in the trees,
And the birds began to sing.
I looked up in the sky,
On this the first day of May;
I knew right from the start,
It was going to be a "blue sky day."
I walked among the flowers,
And picked a few here and there;
I smelled the sweet fragrances around me,
And felt the warm sunshine in my hair.
I knew that God was watching,
I could almost hear Him say;
I'm giving you my blessings,
With a "God-filled" blue sky day.
Beauty of the Morning
In the beauty of the morning
When the sun awakes the world
When the birds begin their singing
And the clouds are all unfurled.
Have you ever stopped to listen
As the darkness fades away
When the golden dawn is breaking
and heralds in the day?
If you've never seen the glory
of the rising of the sun
Now's the time to do this
For at least, just even one.
Your heart will swell with praises
As you see the beauty there
You will find your spirit soaring
And your heart bowed down in prayer.
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