Would we treat him differently if he should come today.
Would we treat him differently or would we laugh and walk away?
Would we treat him differently,
Calling out for help in a world of strife and pain,
Asking for his comfort in a world of greed and gain?
Would we treat him differently, than we did so long ago.
When on this earth he traveled, healing pain and suffering,
So we could live and know.
Would our eyes be blind to seeing, would we ask for his advise.
Woulld we hear his words of healing, in a world of greed and vice?
Would we open our arms to him, if he would come tomarrow.
To promise comfort and relief for poverty and sorrow?
Would we treat him differently, if he would come this very day,
Or would we turn our busy backs and go our merry way?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Dear Fellow Citizen
So you've become a citizen of the United States of America.
Becoming one of us, are taking on a new dimension.
You are joining the ranks of the common man.
You've entered a group of men and women, that want you to understand.
That the United States does'nt end with a piece of paper called,
The Proclamation of Rights, or, The Constitution of the United States of America,
That's where it starts.
Each state is individual, yet united.
Each individual values his or her priviledge to be different, yet united.
The silent majority, you can rest assured,
still exists in abundance, and your welcome aboard.
Standing United, we'll fight to speak our view.
Agreed on opinions, that displease a few.
We believe in God.
We believe in the sacredness of life.
We believe in the importance of family values.
We believe to be a good citizen,
We must love one another, as we would like to be loved.
When any government becomes stronger than freedom can allow,
That is when you will see what the word, united, stands for.
Each citizen, you and I,
Will stand United to defend our freedom.
The so-called, silent majority will loudly proclaim our freedom.
We will stand by our Proclamation of Rights.
We will defend the Original Constitution to the very death.
So welcome to our country, fellow citizen.
You are not entitled to stand with us.
To stand against violence, any injustice, treason.
We're in a time of turmoil, so don't expectto get rich.
But when you join our ranks, you're important,
Whether you're a doctor or digging a ditch.
May God bless and our country.
So every man. woman and child can live long, safe, productive lives
Becoming one of us, are taking on a new dimension.
You are joining the ranks of the common man.
You've entered a group of men and women, that want you to understand.
That the United States does'nt end with a piece of paper called,
The Proclamation of Rights, or, The Constitution of the United States of America,
That's where it starts.
Each state is individual, yet united.
Each individual values his or her priviledge to be different, yet united.
The silent majority, you can rest assured,
still exists in abundance, and your welcome aboard.
Standing United, we'll fight to speak our view.
Agreed on opinions, that displease a few.
We believe in God.
We believe in the sacredness of life.
We believe in the importance of family values.
We believe to be a good citizen,
We must love one another, as we would like to be loved.
When any government becomes stronger than freedom can allow,
That is when you will see what the word, united, stands for.
Each citizen, you and I,
Will stand United to defend our freedom.
The so-called, silent majority will loudly proclaim our freedom.
We will stand by our Proclamation of Rights.
We will defend the Original Constitution to the very death.
So welcome to our country, fellow citizen.
You are not entitled to stand with us.
To stand against violence, any injustice, treason.
We're in a time of turmoil, so don't expectto get rich.
But when you join our ranks, you're important,
Whether you're a doctor or digging a ditch.
May God bless and our country.
So every man. woman and child can live long, safe, productive lives
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Human Race
The race is not always to the swift of gait,
The race can be won if your willing to wait.
The test is not always to be number one,
The test may be to listen,
Seeking the knowledge of, "Thy Will Be Done"
The race of life is not how fast you climb,
The race of life is successful, over the period of time.
The test of life cannot always be measured,
But the race of life should always be treasured.
The test of life is not about grades,
But living life to the fullest,
Before health, spirit and time all fades.
The race is not always to the swift of gait,
The race can be won if your will to wait.
The test is not always to be number one,
The test may be to listen,
Seeking the knowledge of, "Thy Will Be Done."
The race can be won if your willing to wait.
The test is not always to be number one,
The test may be to listen,
Seeking the knowledge of, "Thy Will Be Done"
The race of life is not how fast you climb,
The race of life is successful, over the period of time.
The test of life cannot always be measured,
But the race of life should always be treasured.
The test of life is not about grades,
But living life to the fullest,
Before health, spirit and time all fades.
The race is not always to the swift of gait,
The race can be won if your will to wait.
The test is not always to be number one,
The test may be to listen,
Seeking the knowledge of, "Thy Will Be Done."
He
I've walked at the edge of the shadow,
I've watched as my loved ones passed through.
I reached for His hand in my sorrow,
He held me when dreams failed to come true.
I stood at the edge of the ocean,
I felt the power of His hand.
I know whatever station I find myself.
He'll love me and understand.
His Word is my comfort,
When in pain I cry out to him.
My faith being tried every moment,
As weakness attacks every limb.
But God in his mercy saves me,
and brings me to his side.
I'll rest, in the care of His love and compassion,
And therein will my spirit abide.
I've watched as my loved ones passed through.
I reached for His hand in my sorrow,
He held me when dreams failed to come true.
I stood at the edge of the ocean,
I felt the power of His hand.
I know whatever station I find myself.
He'll love me and understand.
His Word is my comfort,
When in pain I cry out to him.
My faith being tried every moment,
As weakness attacks every limb.
But God in his mercy saves me,
and brings me to his side.
I'll rest, in the care of His love and compassion,
And therein will my spirit abide.
The force of God
There's a force overlooking this vast expanse.
Overlooking the rich and the poor, who think they never have a chance.
There's a force overrlooking the atmosphere,
watering and nurturing, year after year.
Theres a force overlooking the rich and serene,
Teaching each soul to feel, not just to be seen.
A force of kindness, spiritual release.
A force of everlasting love, A force of comfort and greatest peace.
Overseeing all people, and all nature, with hope.
Enveloping all objects, with a fine tuned scope.
The force of all goodness, guarding the future, respecting the past,
Overseeing the present, a force to rely on, a force that will last.
A force of strength, when all feels lost.
A force to lean on.
A force called God, there is no cost
Overlooking the rich and the poor, who think they never have a chance.
There's a force overrlooking the atmosphere,
watering and nurturing, year after year.
Theres a force overlooking the rich and serene,
Teaching each soul to feel, not just to be seen.
A force of kindness, spiritual release.
A force of everlasting love, A force of comfort and greatest peace.
Overseeing all people, and all nature, with hope.
Enveloping all objects, with a fine tuned scope.
The force of all goodness, guarding the future, respecting the past,
Overseeing the present, a force to rely on, a force that will last.
A force of strength, when all feels lost.
A force to lean on.
A force called God, there is no cost
led to the light
I've been led to light, many times in my life.
I've been comforted, strengthened and healed.
I've watched my loved ones, be led to the light.
As His Word and His Love was revealed.
I will trust in the rock of His Salvation,
I will walk with head held high.
I will listen to His eternal wisdom,
And pray to reach Him by and by.
I've been comforted, strengthened and healed.
I've watched my loved ones, be led to the light.
As His Word and His Love was revealed.
I will trust in the rock of His Salvation,
I will walk with head held high.
I will listen to His eternal wisdom,
And pray to reach Him by and by.
Little Miracles
The smallest little miracles, are overlooked each day.
The times you were saved from harm and fear,
Passed you by as you hurried on your way.
The smallest voice that whispered, Watch that turn in the road!
And soon you would discover, a truck weaving, with a heavy load.
The times you have felt lonely, and someone comes to greet.
The times you catch a childs hand, before he runs into the street.
The times you ask for guidance, was it only fate?
When you were saved, from some sickness or heartache.
I call them little miracles, that we forget or never see.
The gifts of a loving savior, generously geven to you and me.
Look for the smallest miracle, in everything you do.
And life will be more joyful, as you see what God can do.
The smallest moments in a lifetime, all make for a greater life.
Those tiny little miracles, brings happiness, not strife.
The times you were saved from harm and fear,
Passed you by as you hurried on your way.
The smallest voice that whispered, Watch that turn in the road!
And soon you would discover, a truck weaving, with a heavy load.
The times you have felt lonely, and someone comes to greet.
The times you catch a childs hand, before he runs into the street.
The times you ask for guidance, was it only fate?
When you were saved, from some sickness or heartache.
I call them little miracles, that we forget or never see.
The gifts of a loving savior, generously geven to you and me.
Look for the smallest miracle, in everything you do.
And life will be more joyful, as you see what God can do.
The smallest moments in a lifetime, all make for a greater life.
Those tiny little miracles, brings happiness, not strife.
Universal Color
Don't Judge a man, by the color of his skin,
Look at his spirit, deep within.
It makes little difference, how he got his start,
Look at his eyes, the window of his heart.
The spirit shows, the kind of man,
The color gives variety, and only lasts, a short span.
The spirit lasts forever, no color to interfere,
No reason for prejudice, inside the immortal sphere.
Don't judge the man of color, by the testure of his hair.
Does his heart have compassion?
Does his eyes shine with kindness and care?
Don't judge a man, by the color of his skin.
Look to the heart of man, the spirit from within.
Look at his spirit, deep within.
It makes little difference, how he got his start,
Look at his eyes, the window of his heart.
The spirit shows, the kind of man,
The color gives variety, and only lasts, a short span.
The spirit lasts forever, no color to interfere,
No reason for prejudice, inside the immortal sphere.
Don't judge the man of color, by the testure of his hair.
Does his heart have compassion?
Does his eyes shine with kindness and care?
Don't judge a man, by the color of his skin.
Look to the heart of man, the spirit from within.
The Cross
The tree was gnarled, old and weak, no longer useful, way past it's peak.
The craftsman was called on to make a cross,
To bear a sinner, no great loss.
So chose the tree, that had passed it's youth,
Thinking to use it on the wasted and uncouth.
The years of weathering and broken branch,
Was clearly seen, as the craftsman cut the cross in advance.
This tree is of no importance, not useful for any beauty of craft.
We'll use it for this cross to bear, A man accused of sin and graft.
Then came the man, who carried the cross,
Tired and thirsty, a silent sinner, no great loss.
So goes the tale of that useless tree,
That still leaves its mark as it went down in history.
The tree held the man, who saved our soul,
A tree of great importance, in a special, sacred role.
The craftsman was called on to make a cross,
To bear a sinner, no great loss.
So chose the tree, that had passed it's youth,
Thinking to use it on the wasted and uncouth.
The years of weathering and broken branch,
Was clearly seen, as the craftsman cut the cross in advance.
This tree is of no importance, not useful for any beauty of craft.
We'll use it for this cross to bear, A man accused of sin and graft.
Then came the man, who carried the cross,
Tired and thirsty, a silent sinner, no great loss.
So goes the tale of that useless tree,
That still leaves its mark as it went down in history.
The tree held the man, who saved our soul,
A tree of great importance, in a special, sacred role.
The Spirit of the Wind
I stood beside the ocean, feeling the breeze upon my face.
I heard it gently whisper, I Love the human race.
I stood upon the mountain top, and felt the wind pass by,
A stronger wind it was that day, Held by the mountains high.
I stood out in the desert, the wind was hot and dry.
And as it whispered past me, it challenged me to try.
To try to understand the meaning, of a world filled with pain.
And try to understand the world, where the only thought is gain.
Try to understand the people, that pass you by each day,
And leave the gentle message, as for them you quietly pray.
Try to understand the secret, that stands before us all,
Of the universal creation, that binds us in this earthly ball.
The trees, the wind, the people, the animals we see,
Are all upon this planet, to live in harmony.
If I stand still and listen, there is always a wind close by,
Whispering gently in my ear, to try, to try, to try.
As I watched the wind, blow past the trees,
I heard it's whispered sigh.
And as it whispered passed me, I heard it whisper goodbye.
As I stood in the meadow, I watched the grass gently weave,
And as it whispered pass me, I felt it gently leave.
I heard it gently whisper, I Love the human race.
I stood upon the mountain top, and felt the wind pass by,
A stronger wind it was that day, Held by the mountains high.
I stood out in the desert, the wind was hot and dry.
And as it whispered past me, it challenged me to try.
To try to understand the meaning, of a world filled with pain.
And try to understand the world, where the only thought is gain.
Try to understand the people, that pass you by each day,
And leave the gentle message, as for them you quietly pray.
Try to understand the secret, that stands before us all,
Of the universal creation, that binds us in this earthly ball.
The trees, the wind, the people, the animals we see,
Are all upon this planet, to live in harmony.
If I stand still and listen, there is always a wind close by,
Whispering gently in my ear, to try, to try, to try.
As I watched the wind, blow past the trees,
I heard it's whispered sigh.
And as it whispered passed me, I heard it whisper goodbye.
As I stood in the meadow, I watched the grass gently weave,
And as it whispered pass me, I felt it gently leave.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Voice of truth.....science of mind
The Voice of truth speaks to me and through me.
The Voice of truth guides me and keeps me on the path of the perfect day.
I will listen to the inner voice and it will tell me what to do in the hour of need.
I shall be told everything that I ought to know when the time of need arrives,
And I shall not be misled.
The Voice of truth cannot lie, but always speaks to me from on high.
Nothing enters but this voice, for it is the voice of God.
The Voice of truth guides me and keeps me on the path of the perfect day.
I will listen to the inner voice and it will tell me what to do in the hour of need.
I shall be told everything that I ought to know when the time of need arrives,
And I shall not be misled.
The Voice of truth cannot lie, but always speaks to me from on high.
Nothing enters but this voice, for it is the voice of God.
Gods will is mine.....acim
I am here only to be truly helpful, I amf here to represent Him who sent me.
I do not have to worry about what to say or what to do, because He who sent me will direct me.
I am content to be wherever He wishes, knowing He goes there with me.
I will be healed as I let Him teach me to heal.
I do not have to worry about what to say or what to do, because He who sent me will direct me.
I am content to be wherever He wishes, knowing He goes there with me.
I will be healed as I let Him teach me to heal.
Friday, September 4, 2009
tear down these walls
Tear down the walls of hate,
Tear down this fear and anger,
tear down the walls of fate,
fear not the fear of danger.
Only by believing we can be harmed allows us to continue to attain bigger and better weapons of mass destruction.
Please Mr. President, be the first to lay down your weapons.
We must set the pattern for world peace by being willing to show other nations that we are spiritually prepared to live Gods Laws. We a nation founded under God, are truly willing to lay our weapons down knowing that in the final analysis our model will touch the hearts of many.
We trust the plan of God for this nation and this world. The acceleration of weapons has risen to unexceptable heights and must stop.
Our monetary system proclaims, "In God We Trust"
Let us all heed these words and proclaim the power they hold.
Tear down this fear and anger,
tear down the walls of fate,
fear not the fear of danger.
Only by believing we can be harmed allows us to continue to attain bigger and better weapons of mass destruction.
Please Mr. President, be the first to lay down your weapons.
We must set the pattern for world peace by being willing to show other nations that we are spiritually prepared to live Gods Laws. We a nation founded under God, are truly willing to lay our weapons down knowing that in the final analysis our model will touch the hearts of many.
We trust the plan of God for this nation and this world. The acceleration of weapons has risen to unexceptable heights and must stop.
Our monetary system proclaims, "In God We Trust"
Let us all heed these words and proclaim the power they hold.
Love holds no grievances
Do not hold grievances to anyone. Search your mind for those against whom you hold what you regard as major grievances. Some will be easy to find. Then think of the seemingly minor grievances you hold against those you like or even think you love. It will quickly become apparent that there is no one agaist whom you have not had grievances at one time or another.
Determine now to see all these people as friends. Say to them all, thinking of each one in turn as you doso: "I would see you as my friend, that I may remember you as part of me and come to know myself."
spend time thinking of yourself as completely at peace with everyone and everything, safe in a world that protects you and loves you, and that you love in return. Feel safety surrounding you, hovering over you and holding you up. Believe, however briefly, that nothing can harm you in any way.
"Love holds no grievances" When I let my grievances go I will know I am perfectly safe.
Determine now to see all these people as friends. Say to them all, thinking of each one in turn as you doso: "I would see you as my friend, that I may remember you as part of me and come to know myself."
spend time thinking of yourself as completely at peace with everyone and everything, safe in a world that protects you and loves you, and that you love in return. Feel safety surrounding you, hovering over you and holding you up. Believe, however briefly, that nothing can harm you in any way.
"Love holds no grievances" When I let my grievances go I will know I am perfectly safe.
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