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Listen to "Dreams"

ETERNAL INK

I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he'd never read again.

And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.

The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.

A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.

The book was getting fuller,
The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.

The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said...

I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.

The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to Service,
I saw you as you prayed.

But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek.

I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.

So now I'll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think.

This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot...

I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what's best.

And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord's eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you.

If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.

In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to The Lords' Name.

Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you'd done more.

For I record as God sees,
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God's eternal ink.

When I heard the angel's story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn't really died.

And I said: O angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Him-
I'll do all for His dear sake.

I'll give in full surrender;
I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn't true.

And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.

With The Lord as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live
With The Lord For all eternity.

And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before The Lord
And hear Him say, well done.
(unknown)

The Most Beautiful Flower

Disillusioned by life
with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent
on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower
what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn
not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead
flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.

But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower
to his nose and declared
"It sure smells pretty
and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here, it's for you."

The weed before me was
dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied,
"Just what I need."

But instead of him placing
the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air
without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for
picking the very best one.

"You're welcome," he smiled,
and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact
he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
a self-pitying woman
beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see
The problem was not with the world,
the problem was me.

And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful Rose

And smiled as I watched
that young boy,
another weed in his hand
About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.
(unknown author)

Beauty Tips

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair,
let a child run his fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge
you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be
restored,
renewed,
revived,
reclaimed and
redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.

Remember: if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older you will discover
that you have two hands.
One for helping yourself,
the other for helping others.
(by Audrey Hepburn)

Angel Help

God reminds us everyday.
Angel's help in every way.
Sent somewhere, from up above.
Sent to earth. For us to love.
Angels guide us through each day.
Each one so special.
In every way.
I dream of Angels.
Sent for me.
Fills my heart.
Fills with glee.
Then I dreamd of one to love.
Sent from somewhere, up above.
Found this page. And truth rings true.
That Angel sent to me, was you.
(© Judy Marsh)

A friend is someone who brightens
your day with a smile, a warm hello,
or gentle words from the heart.
A friend is a precious gift to be
cherished and nurtured.
A friend is a treasure beyond worth.
I am so grateful
to call you my friend!!
(unknown)

My Declaration of Self Esteem

I am me.

I am unique.
There's not another human being
in the whole world like me.

I have my very own fingerprints and
I have my very own thoughts.

I was not stamped out of a mold like a
Coca-Cola top, to be the duplicate of another.

I own all of me -- my body, and
I can do with it what I choose;
my mind, and all of its thoughts and ideas;
my feelings, whether joyful or painful.

I own my ideals,
my dreams,
my hopes,
my fantasies,
my fears.

I reserve the right to think and feel
differently from others and
will grant to others
their right to thoughts and feelings
not identical with my own.

I own all my triumphs and successes.
I own also all my failures and mistakes.
I am the cause of what I do and
am responsible for my own behavior.

I will permit myself to be imperfect.
When I make mistakes or fail,
I will know that I am not the failure --
I am still O.K. --
and I will discard
some parts of me that were unfitting
and will try new ways.

I will laugh freely and loudly at myself
-- a healthy self-affirmation.

I will have fun living inside my skin.

I will remember that the door to
everybody's life needs this sign:

Honor Thyself
I have value and worth.
I am me, and I am O.K.
(From Self Esteem,
by Virginia Satir)

Why Mothers Cry

"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.

"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said,
"You never will!"
Later the little boy asked his father
why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason,"
was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why mothers cry.
So he finally put in a call to God and
when God got on the phone the man said,
"God, why do mothers cry so easily."
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers
they had to be special.
I made their shoulders strong enough to
carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to
endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times come from their children.
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them
to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and to take care of their families
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children
under all circumstances,
even when their child has hurt them very badly.
This same sensitivity helps them to make a
child's boo-boo feel better and
helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears.
"I gave them a tear to shed.
It's theirs exclusively to use
whenever it's needed.
It's their only weakness.
It's a tear for mankind."
(unknown)

Guardian Angels

When Angels sense you need them
And Angels always do
They come, unseen, from everywhere
To help and comfort you.

They hover close beside you
Till all your cares are gone
Till they can see you're ready
Once again to carry on.

Then some of them may fly away
And take their gentle touch
To other hearts that need
The love of Angels very much.

But one, at least, stays with you
As your constant friend and guide,
For GUARDIAN ANGELS never leave
They're always at your side.
(author unknown)

Little Flower
Don't cry little flower, please don't cry
Your beauty's not in vain
I know you feel life's passed you by
I know, I feel the same
A little seed left all alone
Upon the earth-to grow
Struggling, daily, to survive
For what, you do not know

No hand to touch your petals
No eyes will gaze upon
Or lips to softly whisper
That you're the special one
Don't cry little flower, please don't cry
Though I know your tears are true
For I've cried as many tears
To be wanted, just like you.
Celeryhart

A guardian Angel
Who will guide what you do,
Her pure essence is love,
Sent to watch over you.
(Author Unknown)

Angels are ever all around us
And with love they do surround us.
When my heart is sore in need,
The Angels come my soul to feed.
They come to me from up above
and sing in whispers of Love.
When in my heart I feel a tug
I know that it's an Angels' hug.
(Author unknown)

God's Promise

God didn't promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow or sun without rain.
But God did promise strength for the day,
comfort for the tears and a light for the way,
And for all who believe in His kingdom above,
He answers their faith with everlasting love.

To My Children

When I spill some food on my nice new dress,
Or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
Please be patient and perhaps reminisce
About the many Hours I spent with you.

When I taught you how to eat with care,
Plus tying laces and your numbers too.
Dressing yourself and combing your hair,
Those were precious hours spent with you.

So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute or two,
It probably wasn't important anyway,
And I would much rather listen just to you.

If I tell the story one more time,
And you know the ending through and through,
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
When I rehearsed it a hundred times with you.

When my legs are tired and it's hard to stand,
Or walk the steady pace that I would like to do,
Please take me carefully by my hand
and guide me now
As I so often did for you.

Friendship

Friendship is a gift.
Don't lose it.
Friendship is a privilege.
Don't misuse it.
Friendship is a treasure.
Don't squander it.
Friendship is a blessing.
Don't rebuke it.
Friendship is a bond.
Don't break it.
Friendship is true.
Don't lie to it.
Friendship is love.
Don't hate it.
Friendship comes from God.
'Nuff said.
(Clare Morris)

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Living one day at a time
Enjoying one moment at a time
Accepting hardship as the
pathway to peace.

Taking, as He did, this
sinful world as it is
not as I would have it.

Trusting that He will make
all things right if I
surrender to His Will.

That I may be reasonably happy
in this life, and supremely
happy with Him forever in
the next.
Amen
(Reinhold Neibuhr)

Prayer for a Busy Day

Dear God,
When the day is too busy and
the voices too loud,
When there is too much on my mind
and too little in my heart,
When I plan too much for tomorrow
and explain too much about yesterday,
when faith is a Sunday word and
"Let's be practical" my motto through the week,
When I have hidden my true feelings inside
and then complained of being lonely
and misunderstood,
When I am quite hopelessly lost
and don't even have the sense to know it--

Be my good shepherd and my friend.
Gather up my jangled nerves,
my tensed muscles,
my anxious and fluttering heart.
Gather up my fearful heart
and hold it warmly in your hand.
Send life pulsing through it
like an irresistible flood.
Quicken me to a quivering blaze,
excited and alive.
But show me how to be quiet, too.
Teach me to be still.
In deep stillness let me rest.

Let silence surround me like a friend,
calming me and instructing me
with deeper wisdom from within.
When my day is too busy
and the voices are all too loud,
be my good shepherd and my friend.
Amen.

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