Sunday, June 30, 2013

My Blessing In Life







Every morning I wake up and see,
The most handsome man lying next to me.
He's the one I cherish and love,
A blessing sent from Heaven above.
I will love him as a faithful wife should,
And do everything for him I could.
I would let him know everyday,
That I love him more than words can say.
For the two children we have together,
And the love for God in each other.
It will keep our love for each other strong,
And the Lord will guide us away from all wrong.



© Jessica L. Newsome

Friday, June 28, 2013

Be The Best You...


America



Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.



Thursday, June 20, 2013

Words To Live By

If Jesus Came To Your House

Winne the Pooh



If Jesus came to your house
To spend some time with you,
If He came unexpected,
I wonder what you'd do.

Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room
To such an honored guest
And all the food you'd give to Him
Would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him
You're glad to have Him there--
That serving Him in your home
Is joy beyond compare.

But when you saw Him coming,
Would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your heavenly visitor?

Or 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 Saviour
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?
Or 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


~Unknown



Sunday, June 16, 2013

Dance With My Father





"Dance With My Father"

Back when I was a child

Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me 
And then
Spin me around 'till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me 
And I knew for sure 
I was loved



If I could get another chance
Another walk
Another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love 
To dance with my father again



When I and my mother 
Would disagree
To get my way I would run 
From her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
yeah yeah
Then finally make me do 
Just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he 
Would be gone from me



If I could steal one final glance
When final step 
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
Cause I'd love love love to 
Dance with my father again



Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how mama would cry for him
I'd pray for her even more than me
I'd pray for her even more than me



I know I'm praying for much to much
But could you send her 
The only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But Dear Lord
She's dying to dance with my father again



Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream



Thursday, June 13, 2013

When You Come




When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

~Maya Angelou

Only In God


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Earth

Alchemy by Henry Jun Wah Lee / Evosia



We live in a beautiful world,
It's called Earth and it can twirl.

Mother Nature's the first on Earth.
She left behind, creations of wonders.

The beautiful blue sky and fluffy white clouds.
They beautify our world and make us proud.

The big round moon and twinkling stars.
They light up the night and bring lovers sparks.

The rhythmic sound of powerful waterfalls,
Plays a beautiful music for us all.

Blue-green ocean has a dark secret.
Deep down inside contains many exotic creatures.

Even the fearsome volcano has a part.
It's magnificent explosion made us awe-struck.

The beautiful plants, the assorted animals.
With them around, Earth looks even more irresistible.

Man was the last, to arrive on Earth.
Created by God, they're here for a purpose.

Earth is then like a new-born baby.
She needs lots of love and someone to care.

Together, hand in hand.
Man can be the mother Earth never had.

Take care of Earth and let her grow.
Hopefully she'll be happier than the other globes.

by Priscilla Zeng

Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Art Of A Good Marriage

Scene from one of my favorite Disney movies..."Up"


Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
 In marriage the little things are the big things. 
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say "I love you" at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry. 
It is at no time taking the other for granted; 
the courtship should not end with the honeymoon, it should continue through the years. 
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together facing the world. 
It is forming a circle of love that gathers the whole family.
It is doing things for each other,
 not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy. It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not looking for perfection in each other. 
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humour.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
 It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow old.
 It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
 It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal. It is not only marrying the right partner; 
it is being the right partner.

~Wilferd Arlan Peterson (1900-1995)

Friday, June 7, 2013

In Time Of Silver Rain







In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
And over all the plain
The wonder spreads


Of Life,
Of Life,
Of life!



In time of silver rain
The butterflies lift silken wings
To catch a rainbow cry,
And trees put forth new leaves to sing
In joy beneath the sky
As down the roadway
Passing boys and girls
Go singing, too,



In time of silver rain When spring
And life
Are new. 

It's Time For Peace


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Ella Maillart Quote


The Negro Mother

Grandma's Hands by Annie Lee


Children, I come back today 
To tell you a story of the long dark way 
That I had to climb, that I had to know 
In order that the race might live and grow. 
Look at my face -- dark as the night -- 
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. 
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea 
Carrying in my body the seed of the free. 
I am the woman who worked in the field 
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. 
I am the one who labored as a slave, 
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- 
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. 
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.

Three hundred years in the deepest South: 
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . 
God put a dream like steel in my soul. 
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. 

Now, through my children, young and free, 
I realized the blessing deed to me. 
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. 
I had nothing, back there in the night. 
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, 
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. 
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, 
But I had to keep on till my work was done: 
I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- 
I was the seed of the coming Free. 
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother 
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. 
I had only hope then , but now through you, 
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: 
All you dark children in the world out there, 
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. 
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- 
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. 
Make of my pass a road to the light 
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. 
Lift high my banner out of the dust. 
Stand like free men supporting my trust. 
Believe in the right, let none push you back. 
Remember the whip and the slaver's track. 
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife 
Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- 
But march ever forward, breaking down bars. 
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. 
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers 
Impel you forever up the great stairs -- 
For I will be with you till no white brother 
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.

~Langston Hughes

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Marriage


“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.” 

I See The Moon


I see the moon,
And the moon sees me,
And the moon sees somebody I don't see.

God bless the moon,
And God bless me,
And God bless the somebody I don't see.

Saturday, June 1, 2013