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Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on;
'Twas not given for thee alone,
Pass it on;
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another's tears,
Till in heaven the deed appears...
Pass it on.

Did you hear a loving word?
Pass it on,
Like the singing of a bird?
Pass it on,
Let its music live and grow,
Let it cheer another's woe,
You have reap'd what others sow...
Pass it on.

Be not selfish in thy greed,
Pass it on,
Look upon thy brother's need,
Pass it on,
Live for self, you live in vain,
Live for Christ, you live again,
Live for Him, with Him you reign...
Pass it on.

Henry K. Burton


I asked for just a crumb of bread.
Within His banquet-hall he spread
A bounteous feast on every side...
My hungry soul was satisfied.

I asked for just a ray of light
To guide me through the gloomy night,
And lo, there shone along my way
The noon-tide glory of the day.

I asked for just a little aid,
As I stood trembling and afraid,
With strength I had not known before
He made me more than conqueror.

I asked for just a bit of love,
For love is sweet. From heaven above
The words came now with meaning new,
"Upon the Cross I died for you."

Faith Wells



We can only see a little of the ocean,
A few miles distant from the rocky shore;
But out there---beyond, beyond our eyes' horizon,
There's more---there's more.

We can only see a little of God's loving...
A few rich treasures from His mighty store;
But out there---beyond, beyond our eyes' horizon,
There's more---there's more.




Some people see rainbows
While others - just rain.
Some people see failure
While other see gain.

Some people see dark clouds
While others see sun.
Some people love worries
While others have none.

And the reason for this
Is quite simple, I guess.
Some just look at the bright side
To find happiness.


Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while..
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial...

You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!



There is a special place in life,
That needs my humble skill,
A certain job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.
The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change it
for a moment -- even if I could.

There is a special place in life,
A goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me

There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give,
For there are tears to blow away.

There is a special place in life
that I was meant to fill.
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
upon a windy hill.

There's always a tomorrow and the
best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,
I know there is a place for me.

~Author unknown


I often wish and wonder afar, to know
my ancestors, my fathers, my mothers,
all of them to the dawn of history.

They who made me what I am, those parts
that I cannot change; my moods, my joys,
my sorrows, my peace, and my prosperity.

Who are you that lived so long ago,
what were your hopes and dreams,
your pain and strivings unfulfilled,
your sacrifices made with courage.

Did, really, your cup runneth over,
so that little I, little I, might have a life
with goodness and plenty unbounded.

Might that I can in some little way,
add my drop of sweat, glistening,
to even the way for my sons and their
daughters, to survive in this world
with their right to be free.

Did you reach for the very stars
that shone in your evening sky,
or did you touch the valley that lay
so very deep inside your breasts.
Was peace so far to reach, or did fears
and tremblings surround you everywhere.
Your labors, were they happy ones
to give man that reason for being.
The fruits of your work,
did they quicken your spirit,
or did they heighten your soul,
as well as your cupboards and granaries.

Why is it that I wonder about you,
Do I feel you in my bones, and wish
to know you dearer and better.
Of this I am most certain,
You have passed away,
o'er distant horizons, to peaceful rest,
but you shall never, never be unknown.

by Allan Hins, written in October of l986:


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Hugging is practically perfect, there are no
moveable parts, no batteries to wear out, no
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requirement, theft proof, non-taxable,
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~Author Unknown~

A Friend Is...

A Friend is a gentle presence
Bringing comfort when things go wrong.
A Friend says words that lift me up
When I need help to be strong.

A Friend is there to help me
Bear my pain when I am sad.
A Friend enjoys it with me
When I win...when I am glad.

A Friend holds out encouragement
When I struggle and I strive.
When all seems lost, my Friend is there
To help keep hope alive.

That's what Friends are for, I guess--
They're there to see us through.
And there's nothing that you've done for me
I wouldn't do for you.

I know, my Friend, we share a Prayer
That God above will bring
To my Friend ... a life of peace
And happy songs to sing.

As long as we have memories,
yesterday remains...
As long as we have hope,
tomorrow waits...
As long as we have friendship,
today is beautiful.

I hold in my hands
a box of gold,
With a secret inside
that has never been told.

The box is priceless
but as I see,
The treasure in-side
is far more precious to me.

Today I share
this treasure with thee,
It's the treasure of friendship
You've given to me!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise,
and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care.....
Send this to everyone you consider a


Post Card

It was only a little post card
But it brightened a gloomy day,
And set my mind to thinking
Of a friend now far away.
I was happy to think she remembered
And took the time to write,
And although it was only a post card,
I thought of it into the night.
I recalled many hours spent together
And many a kindness shown,
In the days when we were neighbors
In my far off girlhood home.
Perhaps, if we thought more often
Of friends who are now far away,
We would write a little post card
And send it on its way.
by Lillian M. Salter

The Weaver

I sat at my loom in silence,
Facing the western sun;
The warp was rough and tangled
And the threads unevenly run.
Impatiently I pulled at the fibers--
They snapped and flew from my hand;
Weary and faint and sore hearted
I gathered the broken strands.

I had beautiful colors to work with--
White, blue like heaven above,
And tangled in all the meshes
Were the golden threads of love;
But the colors were dulled by my handling,
The pattern was faded and gray,
That once to my eager seeming
Shone fairer than flowers of May.

But alas, not the half of my pattern
Was finished at set of the sun;
What should I say to the Master--
When I heard him call, "Is it done?"
I threw down my shuttle in sorrow
(I had worked through the livelong day)
And I lay down to slumber in darkness,
Too weary even to pray.

In my dreams a vision of splendor,
An angel, smiling faced,
With gentle and tender finger
The work of the weavers traced,
He stooped with a benediction
O'er the loom of my neighbor near,
For the threads were smooth and even
And the pattern perfect and clear.

Then I waited in fear and trembling.
As he stood by my tangled skein,
For the look of reproach--and pity
That I knew would add to my pain,
Instead, with a thoughtful aspect,
He turned his gaze upon me,
And I knew that he saw the fair picture
Of my work as I hoped it would be.

And with touch divine of his finger
He traced my faint copy anew,
Transforming the clouded colors,
And letting the pattern shine true,
And I knew in that moment of waiting,
While his look pierced my very soul through,
I was judged not so much by my doing
As by what I had striven to do.