By Freda H. Babinski I’m standing there in front of gates like none I’ve ever found They shine like golden ribbons as they glide across the ground I see the stairs that never end how brilliantly they glow I start to climb and realize there’s nothing down below Then suddenly …Read More »
— by Margaret Wideyke As pale streaks of coral openThe closed, dark, nighttime skies,Two women trudge the dusty roadThat leads to the place where He lies. Bring burial spices, they enter,Subdued by all that happened before.As they near the tomb they rememberThe rock that blocks the door. But when they …Read More »
By Jane Eggleston Sometimes life seems hard to bear,Full of sorrow, trouble and woeIt’s then I have to rememberThat it’s in the valleys I grow. If I always stayed on the mountain topAnd never experienced pain,I would never appreciate God’s loveAnd would be living in vain. I have so much …Read More »
To my dearest family, some things I’d like to say,But first of all to let you know that I arrived okay.I’m writing this from Heaven, where I dwell with God above,Where there are no tears or sadness, there is just eternal Love. Please do not be unhappy, just because I’m …Read More »
St. Patrick’s BreastplateÔÇ¿
… also known as the “Lorica of St. Patrick” and sometimes “The Deer Cry.” ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿It is attributed to St. Patrick and lore has it that reciting this prayer protected him when he ventured to visit the Pagan King of Ireland. Assassins were ready for an ambush, but as Patrick said the prayer it seemed to the enemies that a herd of deer were going by.
ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿Recite this prayer in the morning and you are ready to face the world.Read More »
By Robert Brault
The world’s a jigsaw, once I thought,
With each of us a piece to fit,
A predetermined Grand Design
And each of us a part of it.
I thought that God must surely have
A blueprint of His final goal,
And all who come into this life
Are meant to play some fated role.
But when my little Jessie died,
It seemed to me but sheer caprice.
Where fits a child in God’s design
-- By John Greenleaf WhittierRead More »
-- By Helen Steiner Rice
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
In my hands it will fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdomRead More »
-- Author unknown
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
Remember this every time you pass a little penny in the parking lot. I always thought it was for Good Luck, but I like this version better. — Author Unknown I found a penny today Just laying on the ground, But it’s not just a penny This little coin I’ve …Read More »