MY GARDEN IN WORDS AND THOUGHTS
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not 'til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly.
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
My Broken Dreams
As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God,
Because He is my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back again
And cried, "How could you be so slow?"
"My child" He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."The Difference…
I got up early one morning
And rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
And heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty.
But the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning,
And paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take time to pray.
What God Hath Promised
God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways,
All our lives through.
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,Peace without pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the laborer,
Light on the way,
Grace for the trial,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.
Sure Way to a Happy Day
HAPPINESS is something
We create in our mind.
It's not something you search for
And so seldom find—
It's just waking up
And beginning the day
By counting our blessings
And kneeling to pray—
It's giving up thoughts
That breed discontent
And accepting what comes
As a "gift heaven-sent"—
It's giving up wishing
For things we have not
And making the best of
Whatever we've got—
It's knowing that life
Is determined for us,
And pursuing our tasks
Without fret fume or fuss—
For it's by completing
What God gives us to do
That we find real contentment
And happiness, too.
Helen Steiner Rice
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here there is faith There is love .
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here there is loveThere is
peace .
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here there is peaceThere is
God .
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here there is GodThere is no need
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This is my father's world