HALLOWEEN IS SATAN'S HOLIDAY
It's depressing to watch it grow,
Halloween is satan's holiday and I think that you should know.
"The devil made me do it", is often said in jest,
but the saying has more truth than you ever might have guessed.
On TV now, they bid you call the physic line,
or call to get your horoscope, most folks think that this is fine.
Fortune tellers and seers of sooth,
are empowered by the devil that they may know your secret truth.
Satan is a lion, seeking whom he may devour,
don't think he's only make believe, he's filled with evil power.
Halloween is his unholy holiday,
the witches and goblins are more than games we play.
The stores are filled with emblems of Satan's evil tools,
while his holiday is celebrated in our homes and in our schools.
On the breath of autumn's breeze,
the leaves float gently down from gaily colored trees.
There are so many blessings to be thankful for this time of year,
as the special day set aside for thanking God draws near.
Let us not limit our thanks to just one day but always be thanksgiving,
praise and thank the Lord for everyday we're living.
Thank Him for the butterfly that floats on velvet wings,
for every plant and every bird that sings.
Thank Him even for the bad times for they help to make us strong,
it seems sometimes we learn the most when everything goes wrong.
Even though my children won't be with us Thanksgiving day,
I'm thankful that they're happy, well and safe though far away.
There are so many memories of Thanksgivings past when the kids were small,
though I'll be a little sad this year I have happy memories to recall.
When the frost has spread it's diamond dust,
the green colors change to crimson, gold and rust.
We know by the signs Thanksgiving is here,
and we praise thee oh God for our bountiful year.
By: Lillian Carol Russell
A valentine for all the world to span down through all time, was the heart that God through Jesus gave, the heart of love sublime.
The heart that beat within the body that bore the pain, the heart that let itself be still, that I might heaven gain.
The heart that pumped the blood that flowed and dripped from Calvary's cross, that everyone who claims this blood be saved, none need be lost.
The heart that breaks when we turn away, putting off salvation 'til another day.
I thank God for His infinite love for all he's done for me, for His love that lives beyond all time through all eternity.
The toys are in the toy box, the house is quiet and still,
it's his first day of school, he went against his will.
Mommy can't believe it, the day is finally here,
time to release her precious baby dear.
She knows children can be so cold hearted,
she prays he'll find friends now that classes have started.
She picks up his favorite toy and clutches it to her breast,
she's feeling the first pains of an empty nest.
The first day's over, he runs through the door,
scatters his toys all over the floor.
She dare not let him see her tears,
or speak to him of all her fears.
First day of school's so hard, it hurts to let them go,
but it's part of the cycle, the way people grow.
Never send them out the door without bathing them in prayer,
that God will guide and keep them in his loving care.
Soon her heart will break once more, the years so swiftly fly,
when her grown up son leaves home for good, I've been there, I know she'll cry.
by; Lillian Carol Russell
The time is almost here,
Satan throws a party every year.
It's depressing to watch it grow,
Halloween is satan's holiday and I think that you should know.
"The devil made me do it", is often said in jest,
but the saying has more truth than you ever might have guessed.
On TV now, they bid you call the physic line,
or call to get your horoscope, most folks think that this is fine.
Fortune tellers and seers of sooth,
are empowered by the devil that they may know your secret truth.
Satan is a lion, seeking whom he may devour,
don't think he's only make believe, he's filled with evil power.
Halloween is his unholy holiday,
the witches and goblins are more than games we play.
The stores are filled with emblems of Satan’s evil tools,
while his holiday is celebrated in our homes and in our schools.
Watch her there at play, holding her doll in a loving way.
God gives every little girl a mother’s heart, while very young she begins to play the part.
She’ll practice on dolly what she learns from you, you must teach her early what is good and what is true.
Like a vapor her childhood soon will be past, and the baby in her arms will be real at last.
She’ll learn much of sorrow, happiness and strife, while nurturing God’s gift of a new little life.
She’ll suffer every pain the child goes though, and she’ll love them as only a mother can do.
All too soon will come the day, when she opens the door and walks away,
then once more the cycle will start, a new baby girl, born with a mother’s heart.
By; Lillian Carol Russell