A Poem. . .

Can You Honestly Judge?

Pray don't find fault with a man who limps
or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears or
struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
though hidden from view.
Or the burden he bears placed on your
back might cause you to stumble too.
Don't sneer at the man who's down today,
unless you have felt the blow.
That caused his fall, or felt the shame that
only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows that
were his, if dealt to you.
In the self-same way at the very same time
might cause you to stagger too.
Don't be too harsh with a man who sins or
pelt him with words or stones.
Unless you are sure, yes, doubly sure that
you have no sins of your own.
~ Author Unknown ~

I found this poem and I like it alot so I thought that should share it.

Jesus is beautiful!

And Jesus makes beautiful things of my life!

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Psalm 16

Preserve me, O God, for I take refuge in You.

I said to the LORD, "You are my Lord;

I have no good besides You."

As for the saints who are in the earth,

They are the majestic ones in whom is all my delight.

The sorrows of those who have bartered for another god will be multiplied;

I shall not pour out their drink offerings of blood,

Nor will I take their names upon my lips.

The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and my cup;

You support my lot.

The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;

Indeed, my heritage

is beautiful to me.

I will bless the LORD who has counseled me;

Indeed, my mind instructs me in the night.

I have set the LORD continually before me;

Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

Therefore my heart is glad and my glory rejoices;

My flesh also will dwell securely.

For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol;

Nor will You allow Your Holy One to undergo decay.

You will make known to me the path of life;

In Your presence is fullness of joy;

In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.

Psalm 30

¹I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

²O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

³O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

⁴Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

⁵For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

⁶And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

⁷LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

⁸I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.

⁹What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

¹⁰Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

¹¹Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

¹²To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

I think that spring is finally here!

I think that spring is finally here!

I feel it in the breeze blowing thru my hair

I see it in sky and the trees

In the birds and the bees

My heart is singing, overflowing

With a sense of happiness and knowing,

That the things that once were cold and frozen

Will grow into what's been chosen

Last summer, a flower, then fading

Is now a seed in the cold earth.

Watching and still waiting

For a glorious new birth.

I will not think of darkness

I will not think of death

I will only think of the likeness

When Life blows the warmth of breath

A tiny sprout will grow up from the ground

The seed I thought was dead is found

much more glorious then the other

A life to share with one another.

Last summer's love is but a memory

Today is where I stand

And no matter what I see

Tomorrow is unfolded by the Master Gardener's hand.

When morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy

In the hush of the early dawn

I hear a voice-

"I am with you all the day,

Rejoice! Rejoice!"

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In the early morning hours,

' Twixt the night and the day,

While from the earth the darkness passes

Silently away;

Then it's sweet talk with Jesus

In your bedroom still-

For the coming day and duties

Ask to know His will.

Then He'll lead the way before you,

Laying mountains low;

Making desert places blossom,

Sweet'ning sorrow's flow.

Do you want a life of triumph,

Victory all the way?

Then put God in the beginning

Of each coming day.

What A Friend I Have In Jesus!

I found a Friend, Oh such a Friend! He loved me ere I knew Him;

He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him.

And round my heart still closely twine. Those ties which naught can sever.

For I am His, and He is mine. Forever and Forever

I've found a friend, oh such a Friend! He bled and died to save me;

And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me.

Naught that I have my own I call, I hold it for the Giver:

My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are His and His forever.

I've found a Friend, oh such a Friend! So kind and true, and tender,

So wise a counselor and Guide, so mighty a Defender!

From Him who loves me now so well, What pow'r my soul can sever?

Shall life or death, or earth or hell? No; I am His forever.

~James G. Small 1817-1888

Waiting On Him

Speak Lord, in the stillness,

While I wait on Thee,

Hushing my heart to listen

In expectancy.

Speak,O blessed Master,

In this quiet hour;

Let me see Your face, Lord,

Feel Your touch of power.

For the words that You speak

“They are life ” indeed;

Living bread from Heaven,

Now my spirit feed!

Speak, Your servant hears You!

Be not silent, Lord;

My soul on you does wait

For Your life-giving word!

comfort and salvation

Once I heard a song of sweetness,

As it filled the morning air,

Sounding in it's blest completeness,

Like a tender pleading prayer;

And I sought to find the singer,

Where the wondrous song was borne;

And I found a bird, quite wounded,

Pinned down by a cruel thorn.

I seen a soul in sadness,

While it's wings with pain were furled,

Giving hope, and cheer and gladness

That should bless a weeping world

And I knew that life of sweetness,

Was of pain and sorrow borne,

And a stricken soul was singing,

With it's heart against a thorn.

You are told of one who loved you,

Of a Savior crucified,

You are told of nails that held Him,

And a spear that pierced His side;

You are told of cruel scourging,

Of a Savior bearing scorn,

And He died for your salvation,

With His brow against a thorn.

You "are not above the Master."

Will you breathe a sweet refrain?

And His grace will be sufficient,

When your heart is pierced with pain.

Will you live to bless His loved ones,

Though your life be bruised and torn,

Like the bird that sang so sweetly,

With it's heart against a thorn?

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