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| | From: Angela (Original Message) | Sent: 8/7/2008 2:37 PM |
EVERY NIGHT I PRAY Every night as I prepare for bed, These random thoughts go through my head. Did I give my best, to all I tried? Was I unkind, and had I lied?
Did I attempt to make someone smile? Did I try to go that extra mile? When someone asked for help today, Was I too busy 'cause I wanted to play?
Could I have helped someone in need? Or was I too eaten up with greed? Why did I curse and take GOD'S name in vain? When I know that it causes HIM so much pain?
I might have influenced someone today By going a little out of my way. It wouldn't take money, A kind word would do. To pick up a friend, who might have been blue.
Then a small voice, I heard, from somewhere afar. "You missed your chance for a bright Shiny Star. "GOD keeps a record of all that you do, And HE adds up the Stars, when your life is through."
So I ask GOD'S forgiveness, for I know that I'm weak, And ask HIM to guide me, each time that I speak. I must try much harder, if I hope to achieve. All that HE'S promised, if I only believe.
So each night I check my own 'ledger book'. To see if I gave, MORE than I took. When my life is over, I hope I can say, "Dear LORD I did it, in YOUR name today!" © 9/2001 Joe Pielmeier Sr. Used with Permission
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The Precious Book Though the cover is worn And the pages are torn And places bear traces of tears, Yet more precious than gold Is the Book worn and old, That can shatter and scatter my fears. When I prayerfully look In the precious old Book, As my eyes scan the pages I see, any tokens of love From the Father above, Who is nearest and dearest to me. This old Book is my guide, 'Tis a friend by my side, It will lighten and brighten my way; And each promise I find Soothes and gladdens my mind As I read it and heed it each day. Oh, wonderful, wonder Word of the Lord, True wisdom its pages unfold, And though we may read it a thousand times o'er, They never, no never grow old. Each line hath a treasure, each treasure a pearl, That all, if they will, may secure; And we know that when time and the world pass away, God's Word shall forever endure. God's Word is like a deep, deep mine, And jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depths For every searcher there. by Bernice Peyman |
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