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 Posted September 7th, 2009 04:15 PM IP   
Climbing the Tree
In the world
I find much sadness and loneliness
Covered by a facade of progress
Living for a future which may never be
Living to climb the ladder
But not the tree,
I hang on to the hope
Hanging on because I really don't know
The wind's direction of
My luck
Or my will
But I'm determined to win
To succeed
Even when the wind blows in my face.
(c) Morgan Green, 2006
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Posted September 8th, 2009 11:09 AM IP
Things Change
You can't assume
The worst will come
Because the world changes
All the time
In so many ways
That sooner or later
Something great will come along
And sweep you from your pain
It will come unexpected
When you are going about your business,
Because there with you
Are your secret wishes.
(c) Morgan Green, 2006
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Posted September 9th, 2009 10:30 AM IP
~ He Sees ~
Feeling as if her heart would break,
Stinging words, they had lashed out.
The tears she held, so deep within,
Revealed her anguish and doubt.
They cut as if a two-edged sword.
She fought the emotions within.
But, in the recesses of her mind,
Words echoed time and again.
In the stillness of the night,
She knelt to voice her plea.
Within her soul, she plainly heard,
"Fear not, because He sees."
He knows your deepest heartaches.
Unnoticed? Not even one.
He's interceding for you,
For, you see, He's God's own Son.
There's nothing that could be hidden.
All things lay before Him bare.
Toss your burdens on the Lord.
He loves you and He cares.
Choose to walk in love and joy.
Let your heart be filled with peace.
All your pain will soon recede,
Just remember that He sees.
© 2003 by Marie Williams
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Posted September 10th, 2009 12:41 PM IP
Clouds in the Sky
Clouds, rolling in huge layers of white fluff
Moist clean air crossing the darkness
Through the emerging vision
That's glowing with orange embers of light
Ripping open the sky,
In waves.
(c) Morgan Green, 2005
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Posted September 13th, 2009 10:40 PM IP
Draw Closer to God
When the sun is shining brightly,
And our life is running smoothly.
We find it easy to smile and be pleased,
To praise and give thanks to God.
But when dark clouds begin to gather,
And our life looks grim and bleak.
We begin to grumble and complain,
And blame God when things go wrong.
It is when the clouds are the darkest,
That we should draw closer to God.
For he is the silver lining in every cloud,
The light in the center of our world.
~© Doreen Robinson~
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Posted September 14th, 2009 06:49 PM IP
Adieu Not Good bye
People may enter our lives through many different doors
Some stay forever, while others only pause
Did they happen here by chance or was it really fate
Their impact is not always known until a later date
Some accept the loss, while others continue to feel pain
We need to reflect on the positive in order to see the gain
Our children leave eventually and go their separate way
After having explored a bit they might come back some day
Often we will connect with that special love or friend
It could last forever or have an unjust end
A sudden departure may signal a change has just occurred
It may trigger sadness and leave our vision blurred
Understand that sometimes separations might be for the best
True love and friendship can endure emotions greatest test
Just say Adieu for today, there is no need for blame
Special people will remember more that just your name
Should they not return, understand they still may care
Remember life is always changing, not everything is fair
Robert Beau
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Posted September 17th, 2009 10:03 PM IP
GOD LED ME TO YOU
From Daryl
The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.
"Leave me alone," he growled.
To his amazement, the woman continued standing.
She was smiling - her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away." The woman's smile became even broader.
Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" The man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."
Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.
"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"
The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"
"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."
"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!"
Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.
"Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."
"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."
Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table.
"What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this. Is this man in trouble?"
"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.
"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."
Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"
"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."
"And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."
"Oh."
The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."
She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"
"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."
"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"
"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."
The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."
The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.
"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."
She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. "Jack, do you remember me?"
Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes "I think so - I mean you do look familiar."
"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."
"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.
"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."
Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."
"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be alright."
"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.
"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business, that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."
There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said.
"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus. He led me to you."
Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.
"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And ... And thank you for the coffee."
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Posted September 18th, 2009 07:06 AM IP
Angels are Weeping
~ Angels are Weeping ~
I hear the angels weeping.
I see their heads bow'd low.
Their wings surround
Those brok'n-heart'd,
So wound'd by this FOE!
I see the angels huddl'd
Near a mother, in such pain,
Because the child
She searches for
May ne'er be found again.
I hear the brush of angel's wings,
So near they are to you.
GOD sent them there
To minister for these
Trials you're going through.
I hear the angels saying,
"Brave ONES, don't let hope die.
GOD will ne'er leave
Nor forsake you.
On this YOU CAN Rely!!!"
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Posted September 20th, 2009 07:40 PM IP
God Takes Care Of Me
He's here
He's there
He's everywhere
So if you are smart
You'll let him into your heart!
© Amanda Davis age 9
written at age 7
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Posted September 21st, 2009 08:17 PM IP
True God
Allah, Buddha, Jesus…
Is it all in the name?
Does it really matter?
Don’t they want the same?
Their tales are so different
And so are many places…
But don’t they all guide us
To be in heaven’s graces
Do you face the East…
Or do you face the west...
Worship on a Saturday…
Is Sunday when you rest?
How do you really know
That other Gods aren’t true?
Their followers are people
That believe just like you!
So are you God almighty,
The omnipotent one!
Did you split the ocean
And sacrifice your son?
Did you make all the rules…
It’s your way…or no way!
If you’re not really God
Then who are you to say?
Would you declare war…
In the name of the Lord…
Hold a cross in one hand
And in the other a sword?
If you persecute others,
To prove that you are right…
Does it defeat the purpose
And is it worth the fight?
Will you harm thy brother
Just for his religion?
Will your God be happy
For making that decision?
If you believe your God will
Then here’s a prayer for you.
For you will surely need it
To find a God that's true!
For a prayer…is a prayer…
And a sin…is a sin!
Your body is your temple…
That your God lives within!
Just do unto others…
As you’d have them treat you
And love all thy brothers
The way that God loves you!
Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu,
Christian, others and Jew
Let us pray together,
We find a God that’s true!
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Posted September 22nd, 2009 09:47 PM IP
The dance of fall leaves
On September 22nd, 2009 raskin says:
Wonderful tanka Bryce. I love watching the leaves in a breeze how they move and chase on another. Sounds as though it is that dizzy dance of falling in love. raskin
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Posted September 23rd, 2009 06:49 AM IP
THE ROOM
By Joshua Harris
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
Reason Why
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Posted September 24th, 2009 07:57 PM IP
It Couldn't Be Done
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
on his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Edgar A. Guest
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A Poor Unfortunate
His hoss went dead an' his mule went lame;
He lost six cows in a poker game;
A harricane came on a summer's day,
An' carried the house whar' he lived away;
Then a airthquake come when that wuz gone,
An' swallered the lan' that the house stood on!
An' the tax collector
, he come roun'
An' charged him up fer the hole in the groun'!
An' the city marshal --he come in view
An' said he wanted his street tax, too!
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Did he moan an' sigh? Did he set an' cry
An' cuss the harricane sweepin' by?
Did he grieve that his ol' friends failed to call
When the airthquake come an' swallered all?
Never a word o' blame he said,
With all them troubles on top his head!
Not him .... He clumb to the top o' the hill--
Whar' standin' room wuz left him still,
An', barin' his head, here's what he said:
"I reckon it's time to git up an' git;
But, Lord, I hain't had the measels yit!"
Frank L. Stanton
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Posted September 26th, 2009 09:53 AM IP
If I Had Only Known
If I had only known the road would be so long
I would have danced a little slower
I would have sang a different song
If I had only known
when I was young and free
I would have made so many different choices
Taken better care of me
If I had only known
the road would be so long
I would have stood in the rain longer
Moved far away from here
Walked on a beach in the moonlight
Watched the sun set into night
It is not for me to know how long the road will be
I need to thank God for the blessings
He has indeed bestowed on me
I will dance a little slower
And sing a different song
For God is traveling by my side
He has been there all along
~© Julie Pendergast~
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That Something Within
Jackie Dove-Miller
There is something within me
That is strong enough
To keep me from toppling
Over the edge of
Sanity,
Over the ledge of
frustration
Or over the hedge of
All-out foolishness.
It leads me to prayer
When I would otherwise
Break.
There is something in my make-up
Or my bringing up
Or just the way I look up
That straightens my back
And bows my head.
It becomes the focus of my meditation.
The sentiment in my supplication,
The reason for my transformation.
That thing inside me
Has me choosing light
Though darkness covers all.
It wells up like ocean waves
Come to drown those who
Think they deserve to push me back
Hold me down or
Steal my joy.
I have a spiritual strength that
Grows deeper and speaks louder as I get to know
More about who I am.
"Where did IT come from?" Someone recently asked.
I answered, "In my developing stage, someone said out loud,
'You sure are good at _______,'"
My puny soul embraced that seed,
and it planted itself deep inside me and took root.
I tested that tiny bit of ego-strength against
The negative family messages that focused on
What I was NOT good at, making me feel small
And disconnected.
I was NOT good at being like my mother
Who was all but saintly.
I was NOT good at being
Like my sister who was beautiful and dainty.
I was NOT ballerina thin, nor prissy neat,
But I WAS good at ________
And when I looked a little further, I discovered that
I was GOOD ENOUGH.
Good enough to bear fruit
And reap a harvest.
Good enough to plant a seed
In others and watch them grow
Magnificent and free.
I was GOOD ENOUGH to relate to
The GOD inside of me.
So, this poem is for all my sister-friends
Who don't yet know that
YOU are better than what your mothers,
your teachers, the men in your life,
or even the good sisters in church have called you.
Because God has called you Blessed
And HIS is the only voice that matters.
So, here and now, I pray OUR sister-prayer,
Dear Lord,
Help me to release
the self-doubt
That lives in my heart.
Remind me daily
That I am the product of
Your hands...
And all that
you make... ALL THAT YOU MAKE
Is Perfect. Amen
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On Down the Road
Hold to the course, though the storms are about you;
Stick to the road where the banner still flies;
Fate and his legions are ready to rout you--
Give 'em both barrels--and aim for their eyes.
Life's not a rose bed, a dream or a bubble,
A living in clover beneath cloudless skies;
And Fate hates a fighter who's looking for trouble,
So give 'im both barrels--and shoot for the eyes.
Fame never comes to the loafers and sitters,
Life's full of knots in a shifting disguise;
Fate only picks on the cowards and quitters,
So give 'em both barrels--and aim for the eyes.
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Posted September 30th, 2009 09:45 AM IP
The No-Limit Spirit
by Trixie Asirvatham
Your only limitation
lies in your own mind
If you look around you,
there's nothing to keep you behind
So why be afraid of
what's in store for you
You'll find unlimitation
also lies in your mind.
No limit…to what you can do
No limit…to what you can say
No limit…to what you can think
No limit…to what you can be
No limit …to the no-limit spirit
The only limitation
lies within your mind.
Pull out the stops now, go right ahead
Put your heart and soul into
what you're doing today
Feel the energy in you, as limits fall away
Feel the boundaries widen,
expand your universe.
Unlimit, unlimit yourself
Unprogram, unprogram yourself
Unthink, unthink your bottlenecks
And undoubtedly you'll find
The only limitation lies within your mind
Conventional thinking
needs a kick in the face
It's okay to fail now, yes, it's no disgrace
Break all those chains
put by those around you
Explore all the options,
cause that's how you grow.
No limit…to what you can do
No limit…to what you can say
No limit…to what you can think
No limit…to what you can be
No limit …to the no-limit spirit
The only limitation
lies within your mind.
Unlimit, unlimit yourself
Unprogram, unprogram yourself
Unthink, unthink your past
The only limitation lies within your mind
No limit …to the no-limit spirit
The only limitation lies within your mind.
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Posted October 3rd, 2009 07:27 AM IP
A Different Point of View
byTrixie Asirvatham
Finding a meeting ground, a common place to share a point of view, is not always easy.
It's important to know what is important to the other person, or else a solution
may not be in sight. When there is clearly no meeting ground, it makes sense to
walk away from the situation.
Try to see it my way
And together we can go a mile or two
I'll try to see it your way
And together there is nothing we can't do…
We can work it out,
We can work it out ---
Just think about it -
Is it so impossible?
I've got to remind you my friend
We've got to see it our way,
And it's only then that we can look beyond the bend.
I can see it your way,
But then about this I'm afraid we disagree
You can see it my way
But you've decided you've another place to be…
It's not working out,
It's not working out…
So what about it?
Let's shake hands and go our way
Perhaps we'll meet again one day
When we can see it our way…
And when the time and place is right,
perhaps we may!
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Life isn't the Way that we Paint It
by Trixie Asirvatham
Listen to a bunch of people talking on a grey, cloudy day. Chances are, their conversation would centre around problems at work, difficulties of commuting in heavy traffic,
fights at home and other less than inspiring topics. Think of the positive side of life
and your whole attitude changes. Children are our best teachers, they take life as it comes, and they laugh a lot along the way.
Life isn't the way that we paint it,
Dreary and dull and grey…
It's sunshine and laughter and music
And birdsong along the way.
It's the soft rosy glow of the sunrise,
A rainbow seen through the pain,
Or tender young leaves on the treetops
Or a carpet of green in the rain.
It's the chatter of little children,
The innocence in their eyes,
It's the charm of their smiles and their laughter,
The candour that never lies.
It's people so thoughtful and caring,
They teach you in little ways,
It's friends who are warm and sharing
You learn from them every day.
It's a book that makes you chuckle
Or makes you stop and think,
It's ideas and thoughts and feelings
That make you dare to dream.
Live isn't the way that we paint it,
Gloomy and dull and grey…
It's brightness and light and colour,
It's we who paint in the grey.
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Posted October 5th, 2009 07:48 AM IP
Angels are Weeping
~ Angels are Weeping ~
I hear the angels weeping.
I see their heads bow'd low.
Their wings surround
Those brok'n-heart'd,
So wound'd by this FOE!
I see the angels huddl'd
Near a mother, in such pain,
Because the child
She searches for
May ne'er be found again.
I hear the brush of angel's wings,
So near they are to you.
GOD sent them there
To minister for these
Trials you're going through.
I hear the angels saying,
"Brave ONES, don't let hope die.
GOD will ne'er leave
Nor forsake you.
On this YOU CAN Rely!!!"
Mary Carter Mizrany~Email
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Posted October 6th, 2009 07:09 AM IP
I've Got so Much in Life
by Trixie Asirvatham
This poem/song was inspired by my mother's simple philosophy of "Count your blessings".
There are so many things to be grateful for in life, things that you take for granted.
Whenever things are getting you down, look around and give thanks for what you have.
This will automatically release a powerful wave of positive energy within you, for whatever you have comes from God, and you were meant to be a creative, loving, energy-filled person in His own image.
You can change your life by changing your thoughts!
Any time when you feel that life's not quite so bright
Take a moment for yourself, and put it right
Just look around and count your blessings, one by one
Feel the shadows fade away in the warmth of God's sun.
Spoken: Start counting!
Chorus:
I've got my home and family
I've got love all around me
I've got friends and fellowship
I've got talent at my fingertips
I've got the joy of living
I've got the fun of sharing
I've got so much more in life,
Every moment counts.
Don't forget to give thanks for the good things that you've got,
for the good things that you've got, others they have not---
Keep your mind in focus on the love of God for you
And things will fall in place when you don't know what to do.
Spoken: Think about it!
Chorus:
I've got my home and family
I've got love all around me
I've got friends and fellowship
I've got talent at my fingertips
I've got the joy of living
I've got the fun of sharing
I've got so much more in life,
Every moment counts.
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Posted October 7th, 2009 07:54 AM IP
Hold Fast
When you're nearly drowned in trouble, and the world is dark as ink;
When you feel yourself a-sinking 'neath the strain,
And you think, "I've got to holler 'Help!'" just take another breath
And pretend you've lost your voice--and can't complain!
(That's the idea!)
Pretend you've lost your voice and can't complain!
When the future glowers at you like a threatening thunder cloud,
Just grit your teeth and bend your head and say:
"It's dark and disagreeable and I can't help feeling blue,
But there's coming sure as fate a brighter day!"
(Say it slowly!)
"But there's coming sure as fate, a brighter day!"
You have bluffed your way through ticklish situations; that I know.
You are looking back on troubles past and gone;
Now, turn the tables, and as you have fought and won before,
Just BLUFF YOURSELF to keep on holding on!
(Try it once.)
Just bluff YOURSELF to keep on--holding on.
Don't worry if the roseate hues of life are faded out,
Bend low before the storm and wait awhile.
The pendulum is bound to swing again and you will find
That you have not forgotten how to smile.
(That's the truth!)
That you have not forgotten how to smile.
Everard Jack Appleton
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Posted October 8th, 2009 07:03 AM IP
Deep down inside you is energy and power - unlimited!
You are the source of hidden resources - untapped!
And when you discover just what you can do - you're unstoppable
For you can be anything you want to be - you're unbeatable…
To do the undoable,
Think the unthinkable,
Dream the undreamt,
Bad habits and negative thinking, they must be unlearnt...
It's not so impossible
when you spend a little time with yourself
Learning to know yourself,
Learning to love yourself,
Fixing your eyes on a goal
Committing yourself, heart and soul…
It's not so impossible
when you spend a little time step by step
Learning not to give up when you fail
Putting the wind back in your sail
You've got to triple your chance to lose
So that you triple your chance to win.
Little steps add up to a giant leap to power --- unleashed!
So don't let your talents and strengths go to waste - unplumbed
Unlimit yourself and reach out to a future - unbounded
Free yourself from yourself and let your true story unfold.
Within" by Anthony Robbins.
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Posted October 9th, 2009 07:03 AM IP
Walk With Me
My friend and I were sitting at the table
We were talking over things we'd seen and done
When I saw a lone tear stream down her face
So I asked her then to tell me what was wrong
I saw her hesitate for just a moment
Then with a shaking voice she went on to say
I've been so afraid to talk about this
Cause as a friend I couldn't bear you to turn me away
She said, "If you died today do you know you'd go to heaven?
Have you thought much about eternity?
Have you asked the Lord to be your Saviour?
So that when we walk the golden streets you will walk with me."
She went on to say that we are all born sinners
And just being good won't help you or me
That if we don't take Jesus as our Saviour
An eternity in hell is where we'll be
We just have to realize and ask forgiveness
Then ask Jesus to come into our heart
From that point we'll forever be His children
Cause to Him that point is where our life will start
She said, "If you died today do you know you'd go to heaven?
Have you thought much about eternity?
Have you asked the Lord to be your Saviour?
So that when we walk the golden streets you will walk with me."
Kami Stackhouse
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Posted October 10th, 2009 07:15 AM IP
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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