Please Let Me
Let me be a little kinder,
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more;
Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery;
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver;
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be;
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker;
Let me think more of my neighbour
And a little less of me.
When I have no one to turn to
And I am feeling kind of low,
When there is no one to talk to
And nowhere I want to go,
I search deep within myself
It is the love inside my heart
That lets me know my Angels are there
Even though we are miles apart.
A smile then appears upon my face
And the sun begins to shine.
I hear a voice, so soft and sweet
Saying, ‘Everything will be just fine’
It may seem that I am alone
But I am never by myself at all.
Whenever I need my Angels near
All I have to do is call.
An Angel’s love is always true
On that you can depend.
They will always stand behind you
And will always be your friend.
Through darkest hours and brightest days
Our Angels see us through.
You are one of my Angels.
Perhaps I am one for you.
Angel To Fly
He walked with eyes lowered, head to the ground.
When he saw me, he spoke, and I took in his sight.
He was scruffy and raggedy in his eyes was no light.
He said, “Ma’am, I’m hungry.”
He was very polite.
I said to him softly, “No money have I,
but I’ll buy you some food
with these food stamps of mine.”
We walked on in silence, this homeless old man,
and he said, “Give me your number
I’ll pay you back when I can.”
I looked in his eyes, where hopelessness lay,
and I said, “Never mind. I don’t want you to pay.”
As we walked down the aisles of the grocery store,
like a child he picked something, then asked for some more.
I gladly told him to fill all his needs,
because in my lifetime, I’ve done some bad deeds.
I’ll never forget him, as he went on his way,
because he gave me something I can never repay.
He gave me a chance to give what I could,
a chance to show love to the misunderstood…
a chance to feed someone when no one else would…
a chance to be special, a chance to be good.
I’ll ever be grateful to the stranger in rags,
for showing me Love in a few grocery bags,
for letting me be the one who had more,
for letting me answer his knock at my door.
You see, I’m no angel, though I’ve wanted to be.
I’ve hurt many people by just being me,
and this man, this stranger, who did not pass me by,
set free for an instant an angel to fly.
Point of View
I’ve heard it said, “Don’t go to bed
While hanging on to sorrow.
You may not have the chance to laugh
With those you love tomorrow.”
You may not mean the words you speak
When anger takes its toll.
You may regret your actions
Once you’ve lost your self-control.
When you’ve lost your temper
And you’ve said some hurtful things,
Think about the heartache
That your action sometimes brings.
You’ll never get those moments back,
Such precious time to waste,
And all because of things you said
In anger and in haste.
So if you’re loving someone
And your pride has settled in,
You may not ever have the chance
To say to them again,
“I love you and I miss you
And although we don’t agree,
I’ll try to see your point of view,
Please do the same for me.”
The Lord came to me like a dream one
day and asked, “Why do you sorrow?”
I answered, “Lord my life is so full of
pain, I can’t face one more tomorrow.”
The Lord sat down beside me, and
gently took my hand. He said, “Let me
explain to you and then you’ll understand.
Each sorrow is a stepping stone
you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
is a sorrow that’s passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside,
with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support.
Every stepping stone you climb,
makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith
this road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones,
to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
to a City paved with gold.
I know that you are tired,
for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
but I cleared many stones away.
I left my rock to lift you up,
I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb,
to that special place in glory.
And never fear, the Rock is here,
You’ll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life’s sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones.
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colours
Nor all the pattern see.
Sometimes He chooses sorrow
And I, in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will He reveal the pattern
Or tell the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
In thy closet daily hiding,
Talk with God;
He will take away the chiding
And the rod.
And in the place of sore distress
Build thy life in holiness.
One star lifts above another
Towards His light;
One ray other rays shall gather
In his flight;
And ere long thy peace shall be
Sure as His who leadeth thee.
Thought for the day
Science in her highest aspect is the self-knowledge of the fundamental laws of Nature, and is therefore a spiritual science, based upon the knowledge of the spirit within our own selves.
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