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This poem was given to me, quoted to me actually while serving an interim at the Pritchard Memorial Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC. This dear elderly lady was a resident of a local nursing home during that time (c. 1978-1979). The pastor of the church and I visited with her and when she learned that I was preparing for a career in ministry, but attended a Methodist College (Wofford, Spartanburg, SC) she was greatly concerned that I do not leave the Baptist denomination to become a Methodist

When as a child, I laughed and wept, Time crept; When as a youth, I dreamed and talked, Time walked; When I became a full grown man, Time ran; When older still I daily grew, Time flew; Soon I shall find in traveling on, Time gone. —Author unknown[1] [1]J. Vernon McGee, Thru the Bible commentary [computer…

God’s Love By Phil Taylor God’s Love Where do we find it? It’s everywhere. In the wind, The rain, On mountaintops, Flower petals. God’s Love How do we find it? It’s everywhere. Turn into the wind, Go out into the rain, Climb to the mountaintops, Bend and touch the flower petals. God’s Love How do we…

When I say . . . "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I am saved!" I'm whispering, "I was lost." That is why I chose this way. When I say . . . "I am a Christian," I don't speak of this with pride. I I'm confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide. When I say . . . "I am a Christian,"…

May I Go Now? Do you think teh time is right? May I say good-bye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights? I've lived my life and done my best, and example tried to be. So can I take that step beyond and set my spirit free? I didn't want to go at first. I foought with all my might. But something…

Escape I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad by soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars-- Only to fail again! --Emily Dickinson

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do, and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle—face it; 'tis God's gift. Be strong! Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?" And fold the hands and acquiesce—oh shame! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name, Be strong! It matters…

The Precious Seed By: Jerome D. Matthews, Sr. For: His daughter on her seventeenth birthday There was a seed in the mist of weeds and thorns and snares This seed was plain, nothing special or strange There it remained until the day it was claimed a found By a young man that fell and saw it while stooping…

If you see me cry just know that I Am not shedding tears because of death. For I know we all must go Somewhere when we gasp our last breath. The tears you see are for the family For the pain on their face It can’t be hid deep within. It must be expressed in some way If you see me smile or laugh out loud…

I sit and gaze across the sea And hear a sound inside of me Like crashing waves upon a shore The sound of doubts I’ve had before The doubts that always come and go Like the tides that ebb and flow I sit and think of things I’ve done And of things I’ve not begun The things I knew would help me out But…

Hope is the Thing with Feathers By: Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard…

Hope is the Thing with Feathers By: Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard…

It Is Christ We Serve It is Christ we serve, not each other. The suffering we see and hear, In the world of others and our own, Is the pain of Christ Himself. It is Christ we hurt, not each other. The suffering that we inflict, With our thoughts, our words, and our actions, Is the hurt of Christ Himself.…

When I Say Im A Christian (Poem) Woman; Heart; Chrisitan; Humility; Devotion; Perfection; Lost; Found; 'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.' When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin'' I'm whispering 'I was lost,…

Long ago in a little town A tiny babe was born And in his birth we are shown That God does really care About every single one of us And about our welfare For in this babe that God had sent Was one our sins to bear On the cross between two thieves To lead us from despair For when he died upon that cross…

Come to the cross that stills stands And look at a gift given to you He died with a back covered in bands Through heavens gate he will allow you Come all to the standing cross A symbol of sin that is broken He gave us all a bridge to cross All this in the past was spoken Now come all to an empty grave…

I Wish You Enough Speaker Bob Perks was at an airport when he 'overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, "I love you. I wish you enough." She in turn said, "Daddy, our life together has…