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Would you have to change your
clothes before you let Him in?
Or hide some magazines, and put
the Bible where they'd been?
Would you hide your worldly music
and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right
in, or would you rush about?
And I wonder.. if the Savior
spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing, the
things you always do?
Would you go right on saying,
the things you always say?
Would life for you continue
as it does from day to day?
Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you go?
Or would you maybe change your
plans for just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him
meet your closest friends?
Or would you hope they stay away
until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him
stay forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great
relief when He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know,
the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person,
to spend some time with you.
~Author Unknown~
I love you!
I shed my own blood for you to make you clean.
You are clean now, so believe that it is true.
You are lovely in my eyes, and I created you to be just as you are.
Do not criticize yourself or get down for not being perfect in your own eyes.
This leads only to frustration.
I want you to trust Me - one step one day at a time.
Dwell in My power and in My love and be free!
Be yourself! Don't allow other people to run you.
I will guide you, if you let Me. Be aware of My presence in everything.
I give you patience, love, joy, peace and life. Look to Me for your answers.
I am your shepherd and will lead you. Follow Me only! Do not ever forget this.
Listen to Me and I will tell you My will.
Let My love flow from you and spill over to all you touch.
Do not be concerned with yourself.
You are My responsibility. I will change you, and you will hardly know it is happening.
You are to love yourself and love others simply because I love you.
Take your eyes off yourself! Look only at Me!
I change...I create..., but not when you are trying. I won't fight your efforts.
You are Mine.
Let Me give you joy, peace, and kindness.
No one else can!
Love,
Jesus
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
~~author unknown~~
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plantn burdened with so many sharp thorns?"
Sadden by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and
before it was ready to bloom, it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a
rose. The God like qualities planted in us at birth growing
amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves
and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking
that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to
water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never
realize our potential.
Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone
else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a
person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns
and find the rose within others.
This is the characteristic of love--to look at a person and
know their true faults. Accepting that person into your
life, while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help
them to realize that they can overcome their faults. If we
show them the rose, they will conquer their thorns. Only
then will they blossom many times over.
(Author Unknown)
Someone killed a police officer today
and a part of America died
a piece of our country he swore to protect
will be buried with him at his side
the suspect that shot him will stand up in court
with counsel demanding his rights
while a young widowed mother must work for her kids
and spend many long, lonely nights
the beat that he walked was a battlefield too
just as if he'd gone off to war
though the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast
to his name they will add a gold star
yeah, somebody killed a policeman today
in your hometown or in mine
while we slept in comfort behind our locked doors
a cop put his life on the line
now his ghost walks the beat, on a dark city street
and he stands at each new rookies side
he answered the call, of himself gave his all
and A Part Of America Died
~Author unknown~
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