Judge Not

Rich man, poor man, beggerman, thief,
in life, they play their part,
Tis no matter what we may see,
Christ looks upon the heart.
He came not to condemn the world,
The ugly nor the fair,
The harlots who walk in darkness,
Nor men whose beds they share.
He finds no fault with the sinner,
For "All" He gave His life,
He loves us with all our faults,
Our problems, trials and strife.
Price tags on our lives are equal,
For Christ has made them all.
He paid the price with His own life
And lifts us when we fall.
Ah yes, my friend, be not surprised,
When life on earth is through,
And Heavens roll is called for us
Who's standing next to you. 


~© Monette Courtney~ 


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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."


Copyright © 2003 Kami Stackhouse 

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A Reality of Life

Life isn't just full of happiness,
It's sunsets, it's love, it's tears.
It's the thoughts of yesterdays memories,
That can wash away all out fears.

It's that very painful experience,
That each one of us has had.
It's the laughter that fills the air,
It's the tears when you are sad.

It's loving that someone special,
That at one time made you smile.
It's the pain of losing that person,
But the memories that make it worthwhile.

It's that child in every one of us,
Although in time we'll all be old.
It's the good times we'll never forget,
It's the memories we'll always hold.

It's the hug that we all need,
When we'd rather drown in our sorrow.
It's the hope in every one of us,
That makes us hold on for tomorrow.

Copyright © By Stephanie Clark

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Footprints in the Sand by Mary Stevenson

I knew this poem first in my elementary days and as I grew up I realize that this poem was really Godly and inspiring and since then this poem become my favorite.

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”

The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.”

The Value of Wisdom

Happy is the who finds wisdom,

     the man who gain understanding;

For the profit from Wisdom is better than the profit in silver,

     and better that gold is her revenue;

She is more precious than corals,

    and none of your choice possesions

    can compare with her.

Long life is in her right hand,

     in her left are riches and honor;

Her ways are pleasant ways,

     and all her paths are peace.

She is a tree of life to these who grasp her,

     and she is happy who holds her fast.

The Optimist's Creed

 To be strong that nothing can
     Disturb your peace of mind
To talk health, happiness and prosperity
     To every person you meet
To make all your friends tell that
     There is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
    And make your optimism come true
To think only of the best, to work only for
     The best, and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success
    Of others as you are about own
To forget the mistake of the past and press on
      To the greater achievements of the future

To wear a cheerfull countence at all times
    And give every living creature you meet a smile
To give much time to the improvement of Yourself
     That you have no time to criticize others
To be too large for wrry, too noble for anger
    Too strong for fear, too happy to permit
 Too pressure of trouble.

   

A Modern Pabable : A Reprint from the Catholic Digest, August 1985, Vol 1, no. 8

Long time ago, when the world was very new,there was a certain lobster who was determined that the Creator had made a mistake.

So he set up an appointment to discuss the matter. "With all dew respect," said the lobster, "I wish to complain about the way you designed my shell. You see, just as I got used to one outer casing then I have to shed it for another. Very inconvenient and rather a waste of time."

To which the Creator replied, " I see. But do you realize that it is giving up of one shell that allows you to grow into another?"
"But I like myself just the way I am," the lobster said.
"Your mind's made up?" the Creator asked.
"Indeed!" the lobster stated firmly.
"Very well," smiled the Creator. "From now on, your shell will not change and you may go about your business just as you do right now.."
"That's very kind of you," said the lobster and left.
At first, the lobster was very contented wearing the same old shell. But, as the time passed, he found that his once light and comfortable shell was becoming quite heavy and tight.

After a while, in fact, the shell become so cumbersome that the lobster couldn't feel anything at all outside himself. As a result, he was constantly bumping into others.

Finally, it got into the point where he could hardly even breathe. So with the great effort, he went back to see the Creator.

"With all due respect," the lobster sighed, "contrary to what you promised, my shell has not remained the same. It keeps shrinking!"

"Not at all," smiled the Creator, "your shell may have gotten a little thicker with age, but it has remained the same size. What happened is that you changed-inside, within your shell."

The Creator continued, "You see everything changes continuously. No one remains the same. That's the way I've made things."
"That's very sensible," said the lobster.
"If you like," offered the Creator, "I'll tell you something more."
"Please do," encouraged the lobster.

"When you let go of your shell and choose to grow," said the Creator, "you build new strength to yourself. And in that strength you'll find new capacity to love yourself-to love those around you,-to love life itself. This is my plan to each one."