A Prayer Missed

I was too busy today…

I forgot to pray.

I had to get up early.

I had to get myself ready for the day.

I ran from one task to the next

Trying so hard to keep my cool

I kept thinking, as I rushed here and there

Am I such a fool?

I couldn’t stop myself

I had a ton of work to do

Why can’t I just sit down?

Maybe for a moment, utter a prayer or two?

But there were copies to be made

And there were notes to be sent

So I rushed once again

And time just swiftly went

I was so tired at the end of the day

I felt miserable; not a thing went my way.

Why does everything seem so empty and gray?

All I did, was simply forget to pray…

by Yldara

If I Could

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best:
A friend that's always there.

Easter Morning Joy

Imagine --if you can, dear hearts--

That twas you---who went to find

An empty tomb--JESUS gone

Guard soldiers all struck blind

Imagine--hearing an angel speak--

Saying "He is risen, and is not here"!!

How happy would your heart be--

Could you retain-- that joyful tear?

Imagine --the hastening of your steps

As you rushed to share the news.

The rocky path, no longer steep

But smooth beneath your shoes

Imagine remembering the promise

GOD gives to all who believe

That His son now lives forever

And His death we need not grieve

God's promise kept in words of truth

This life is not the end.

But hope eternal is ours to claim!!

He lives!! He lives!! -- my friend

Easter joy--yet what sacrifice

That God's own son should pay the price

For love eternal---peace divine

Praise God I'm His---and He is mine

- Marie Alexander

Let God

In a small, neglected garden,

Where flowers used to grow,

A weather beaten birdhouse

Shelters sparrows from the snow.

They greet the sun at dawning

With sprightliness and song,

Cheerful, uncomplaining

As the day is long.

In time of tribulation,

Whatever our lot might be,

Let God lift up the burden,

From heartache set you free;

And like the little sparrow

Find solace and release,

With song and prayer at dawning,

Enfolded in God's peace.

-Elsie Natalie Brady

MARRIAGE IS THE CLOSEST KIND OF FRIENDSHIP

Marriage is the closest kind of friendship.

Years of traffic wear away the lines

Between two souls with similar designs,

Ending more in unity than kinship.

Separate actors must play separate parts:

They must alone be riveted by need.

Far beneath that soil a single seed

Roots itself, tenacious in their hearts.

In love there is a trust beyond the word.

Each finds peace in each, as though the light

Needed the tranquility of night,

Deeper than what silence can be heard.

I Can Show Love While I live

I gave away a smile today

Was easy to do - just on my way

But then I was startled- I began to see,

All these people smiling back at me!

I gave to a friend a word of hope and just when I felt fretted,

and started to mope

A gentle word encouraged my heart

And the gloom faded and began to depart

So I began to notice

What was written was true!

Give in good measure,

And it is given back to you!

So even without wealth- I am able to give!

I can show others to Jesus I can show LOVE while I live!

- Karen Norman

Daddy's Footsteps

“Walk a little slower, Daddy”,

Said a little child so small.

“I’m following in your footsteps,

And I don’t want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast,

Sometimes they’re hard to see;

So walk a little slower, Daddy,

For you are leading me.

Someday when I’m all grown up,

You’re what I want to be;

Then I will have a little child

Who’ll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right,

And know that I was true;

So, walk a little slower, Daddy,

For I must follow you.”

-Author Unknown

The Man in the Glory

"...the man Christ Jesus." 1 Timothy 2:5

I wake in the morning with thoughts of His love
Who is living for me in the glory above,
Ev'ry minute expecting He'll call me away,
And that keeps me bright all the rest of the day.

But the moments speed forward, and on comes the noon
Yet still I am singing: "He'll come very soon;"
And thus I am watching from morning till night
And pluming my wings to be ready for flight.

There's a Man in the glory I know very well
I have known Him for years, and His goodness can tell:
One day in His mercy He knock'd at my door,
And seeking admission, knock'd many times o'er.

But when I went to Him, and stood face to face,
And listen'd awhile to His story of grace,
How He suffer'd for sinners, and put away sin,
I heartily, thankfully welcomed Him in.

We have lived on together a number of years,
And that's why I neither have doubtings nor fears,
For my sins are all hid in the depths of the sea,
They were carried down there by the Man on the tree.

I am often surprised why the lip should be curl'd,
When I speak of my Lord to the man of the world;
And notice with sorrow his look of disdain,
When I tell him that Jesus is coming again.

He seems so content with his houses and gold,
While despising the ark, like the people of old,
And yet at His coming I'm sure he would flee,
Like the man in the garden, who ate of the tree.

I cannot but think it is foolish of souls
To put all their money "in bags which have holes",
To find in the day that is coming apace,
How lightly they valued the "riches of grace".

As fond as I am of His work in the field,
I would let go the plough, I would lay down the shield:
The weapons of service I'd put on the shelf,
And the sword in its scabbard, to be with Himself.

But I'll work on with pleasure, while keeping my eyes
On the end of the field where standeth the prize.
I would work for His glory, that when we shall meet
I may have a large sheaf to lay down at His feet;

That He too, with pleasure His fruit may review:
Is the Man in the glory a stranger to you?
A stranger to Jesus, what, do you know
He is washing poor sinners much whiter than snow?

Have you lived in a land where the Bible's unknown,
That you don't know the Man who is now on the throne?
Ah, did you but know half His beauty and power
You would not be a stranger another half–hour.

I have known Him so long that I'm able to say,
The very worst sinner He'll not turn away.
The question of sin, I adoringly see,
The Man in the glory has settled for me.

And as to my footsteps whatever the scene,
The Man in the glory is keeping me clean;
And therefore I'm singing from morning till night
The Man in the glory is all my delight.
—George Cutting