GOD SPEAK TO ME... The man whispered, "God, speak to me." And a meadowlark sang. But, the man did not hear. ![]() | |
| Then the man yelled "God, speak to me." Thunder rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen ![]() ![]() | |
| The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And the stars shined brightly. But the man did not notice ![]() ![]() | |
| And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle." And, a life was born. But the man did not know. ![]() So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are here." Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on. ![]()
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| Heavenly Garden God has a lovely garden ~ Author unknown~In His mansion up above, He tends the garden every day With tenderness and love. The flowers that are in it Are the sweetest and the best, To get into God's garden They have to pass a test. He goes around them every day Treating them with care, You're really very lucky You have a flower in there. And when you reach the garden You'll look at it with pride, Knowing God, He'll probably put you At your loved one's side. |
| Life Still Has A Meaning If there is a future there is time for mending- Time to see your troubles coming to an ending. Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow- If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow. If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping- When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping. Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling- If there is time for praying there is time for healing. So if through your window there is a new day breaking- Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching, If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning- There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning. ~ Author unknown~ |
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 duty toward god 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 God to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"




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