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The Holy Alphabet

Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
Written by: Unknown



Blessings in Disguise are Difficult to Recognize

God sends his "little angels" in many forms and guises,
They come as lovely miracles that God alone devises...

For he does nothing without purpose,
everything's a perfect plan To fulfill
in Bounteous measure all He ever
promised man...

For every "little angel" with a body bent and broken,
Or a little mind retarded or little words unspoken,
Is just God's way of trying to reach and
touch the hand
Of all who do not know him and cannot understand.

That often through an angel
whose "wings will never fly"
The Lord is pointing out the way
to His eternal sky.

Where there will be no handicaps
of body, soul, or mind
And where all limitations
will be dropped and left behind...

So accept these "little angels"
As gifts from God above
And thank Him for His lesson in
Faith and Hope and Love.
Written by: Unknown

I'm Okay
By Rabona Gordon
The house is a mess, the dishes are dirty.
I'm too old for this stuff, I'm well over thirty!
The car is not clean, my house is a wreck,
And I've already spent next Friday's paycheck.
The laundry needs washing, the kids are too rowdy,
And I never have time for a leisurely "Howdy."
With all that I do, it's never enough,
It's never quite finished, it always looks rough.
I looked in my mirror and what did I see?
A harried old stranger, where I used to be.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
Today is tomorrow, and I'm not caught up yet.
My kids are growing at such a fast pace,
That I'm missing their childhood for the sake of this race.
I work and I clean and I cook, and I say
"Hit the books, clean your room!" there's no time for play.
Well, the Lord, for some reason, chose ME with the care
Of three of His children, but I'm rarely there!
I've GOT to slow down lest there's nothing to show
For my role as their mom when they pack up and go!
I'm only one person, but look through my door,
What appears to be one, divides into more!
I'm a chauffeur, a cook, a planter of trees,
A teacher, an umpire, a mender of knees.
Sometimes, I forget that deep down inside,
There's a lady with feelings, and last night, she cried.
She gets tired and lonely, feels taken for granted
She wants to see blooms from the seeds that she's planted.
Then, amidst all the turmoil in this mind-bending pace,
My little ones look at me - square in the face...
And just when I need it, they all in one day
Say, "Momma, I love you" and then...I'm OKAY!
The Power Of Prayer

I got up early one morning and rushed 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 did not 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.

--Author Unknown

Be Thankful For
Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair
    I looked at her and sighed and wished I was as fair.
 When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine

I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy

The lad who sold it had such charm
I talked with him a while,

he seemed so very glad

 If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,

"I thank you, you've been so kind.

 It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.


Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue

 He stood and watched the others play

 He did not know what to do.
 I stopped a moment and then I said,
 "Why don't you join the others, dear?"
 He looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew, he couldn't hear.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

 I have 2 ears, the world is mine.
 With feet to take me where I'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I would know.
 Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed,

The world is mine.

Written by Anonymous


Her Little Shadow
By Unknown
I saw a young mother
With eyes full of laughter
And two little shadows
Came following after.
Wherever she moved,
They were always right there
Holding onto her skirts,
Hanging onto her chair.
Before her, behind her,
An adhesive pair.
"Don't you ever get weary
As, day after day,
Your two little tagalongs
Get in your way?"
She smiled as she shook
Her pretty young head,
And I'll always remember
The words that she said.
"It's good to have shadows
That run when you run,
That laugh when your happy,
And hum when you hum-
For you only have shadows
When your life's filled with sun."



New Year's Cake ~

Stir together golden dreams of hope
Add a cup of New Year's light.
Catch flakes of Heaven's drifting snow
to make the mixture pure and white.

Add to it a stirring of Angels' Wings,
bearing Joy, Love, and Inspiration.
Blend into the mix a Prayer of Hope
to God for the souls of every nation.

Frost your cake with Loving Kindness,
and then to make it especially nice ---
Give a large serving to the world;
And Peace on Earth with every slice!

Written by Anonymous

Christmas Wish

Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play.
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away.
I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there's a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it's for.

I quietly unfold it
making sure you're still asleep,
It's a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.

It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
A new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.
But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for that your loving
heart would hide.

You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.
Then you asked dear Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might
have some food, and clothes,
and heat.

You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
"Dear Santa, send them just one thing, a place where they can stay."
"And Santa, those four cookies that I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children who have nothing else to eat."
"Do you know that little bear I have the one I love so dear?"
"I'm leaving it for you to take to Africa this year."

"And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus' birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone goodwill and peace on earth."
"There's one last thing before you go, so grateful I would be, If you'd smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree."

I pulled the letter close to me
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hands had written
what no other could impart.
" A little child shall lead them," was whispered in my ear,
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve,
while Santa Clause was here.

The Author of this beautiful poem is unknown.

Better Keep In Touch

Jake, the rancher, went one day

to fix a distant fence.

The wind was cold and gusty

and the clouds rolled gray and dense.


When he finally reached his pickup,

he felt a heavy heart.

From the sound of his ignition,

he knew it wouldn't start

So Jake did what most of us would do

if we had been there.

He humbly bowed his balding head

and sent aloft a prayer.


As he turned the key for the last time,

he softly cursed his luck.

They found him three days later,

frozen stiff in that old truck. 

Now Jake had been around in life

and done his share of roaming.

But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked--

it looked just like Wyoming!


Of all the saints in Heaven,

his favorite was St. Peter.

(Now this line ain't needed

but it helps with rhyme and meter).

So they set and talked a minute or two,

or maybe it was three.

Nobody was keepin' score--

in Heaven time is free.


"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,

"that God will answer prayer,

But the one time I asked for help, well, he

just plain wasn't there."

"Does God answer prayers of some,

and ignore the prayers of others?

That don't seem exactly square--

I know all men are brothers."


"Or does he randomly reply,

without good rhyme or reason?

Maybe, it's the time of day,

the weather or the season."

"Now I ain't trying to act smart,

it's just the way I feel.

And I was wondering', could you tell me--

what the heck's the deal?!"


Peter listened very patiently

and when Jake was done,

There were smiles of recognition,

and he said, "So, you're the one!!"

"That day your truck, it wouldn't start,

and you sent your prayer flying,

You gave us all a real bad time,

with hundreds of us trying."


"A thousand angels rushed,

to check the status of your file,

But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard from you

in quite a long while."

"And though all prayers are answered,

and God ain't got no quota,

He didn't recognize your voice,

and started a truck in North Dakota."

Author Unknown


Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven


Two thousand one, nine eleven

Five thousand plus arrive in heaven

As they pass through the gate,

thousands more appear in wait.


A bearded man with stovepipe hat

steps forward saying,

"Let's sit, let's chat"


They settle down in seats of clouds

A man named Martin shouts out proud

"I have a dream" and once he did

The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."


Groups of soldiers in blue and gray

Others in Khaki and green then say

"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"

The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."


From a man on sticks one could hear

"The only thing we have to fear.

The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,

trust us sir, we've passed that test."


"Courage doesn't hide in caves

You can't bury freedom in a grave."

The Newcomers had heard this voice before

A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport Shores.


A silence fell within the mist

Somehow the Newcomer knew that this

Meant time had come for her to say

What was in the hearts of five thousand plus that day.


"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,

Watched our children play in sports.

Worked our gardens, sang our songs,

Went to church and clipped coupons.


"We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought

Unlike you, great we're not"

The tall man in the stovepipe hat

Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!"

"Look at your country, look and see

You died for freedom, just like me."


Then, before them all appeared a scene

Of rubbled streets and twisted beams

Death, destruction, smoke and dust

And people working just 'cause they must.


Hauling ash, lifting stones, 

Knee deep in hell

But not alone


"Look! Blackman, whiteman, brownman, yellowman

side by side helping their fellow man!"

So said Martin, as he watched the scene

"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."


Down below three firemen raised

The colors high into ashen haze

The soldiers above had seen it before

On Iwo Jima back in '44.


The man on sticks studied everything closely

Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly.

"I see pain, I see tears,

I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."


"You left behind husbands and wives

Daughters and sons and so many lives

are suffereing now because of this wrong

But looking closely, You're not really gone.


All of those people, even those who've never met you

All of thier lives, they'll never forget you

Don't you see what has happened?

Don't you see what you've done?

You brought them together, together as one.


With that the man in the stovepipe hat said

"Take my hand," and from there he led

five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven

On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.

Unknown Author


The Binch (Think Grinch)

Each U down in U-ville liked U.S. a lot,

but the Binch, living Far East of U-ville, did not.

The Binch hated U.S.--the whole U.S. way!

Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say.

It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.

Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.


Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,

He stood facing U-ville, the part that was urban.

"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.

"They're raising their families!  They're going to church!

They're leading the world, and their empire's thriving,

I must keep the S's and U's from surviving!"


Each week day, he knew, all the U's and the S's,

Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses.

They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,

And abide by their U and S values and rules.

And then they'd do something he liked least of all,

Each U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,    

Would stand all united, each U and each S.

And they'd sing U-ville's anthem, "God bless us!  God bless!"

Around their Twin Towers of U-ville, they'd stand,

And their voices would drown every sound in the land.


"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,

And he had an idea--and idea that might work!

The binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,

And crashed them right into the U-ville Twin Towers.

"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour, 

"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"


The Binch cocked his ear as U's woke from their sleeping,

All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,

Instead he heard something that started to grow.

And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing--

And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!


He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,

What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!

Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small

Was singing--Without any towers at all!

He hadn't stopped U-Ville from singing!  It sung!

For deep in the hearts of the old and the young,

Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,

And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.


So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,

With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,

And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,

For we still have inside us U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,

It means more than wealth or political powers,

It's more than our enemies ever could guess.

So God bless America!  Bless us!  God bless!

Author Unknown



Mom Wins

My son came home from school one day,

A smirk was on his face.

He'd decided he was smart enough,

To put me in my place.


Guess what I learned in Civics Two,

That's taught by Mr. Wright?

It's all about the laws today:




I don't have to clean my room,

Don't have to cut my hair.

No one can tell me what to think,

How to speak or what to wear.


I have freedom FROM religion,

And regardless what you say,

I don't have to bow my head,



I can wear earrings if I want,

And pierce my tongue and nose.

I can read and watch just what I like,

Be tattooed from head to toes.


AND if you ever spank me,

I'll charge you with the crime,

I'll back up all my charges,

with the marks on my behind.



Don't you ever touch me,

This body's for MY use,

Nor for your hugs and kisses,

That's just more child abuse.



Don't preach about your morals, 

Like your mama did to you.

That's nothing but your mind control,

And it's illegal too!


Mom, I have these children's rights,

So you can't influence me,

Or I'll call Children's Services,

Better known as C.S.D.



Well, of course, my natural instinct 

Was to toss him out  the door.

But the chance to teach a lesson,

Made me think a little more.


I mulled it over carefully,

I couldn't let this go.

A little smile crept to my face...

He was messing with a pro!



Next day I took him shopping,

At the local Good Will store,

I told him, pick out all you want!

There are shirts and pants galore.


I've called and checked with C.S.D.,

They said they didn't care,

If I bought you K-Mart shoes,

Instead of Nike Airs.


OH! And...

I"ve canceled that appointment,

To take your driver's test.

The C.S.D. is unconcerned,

so I'll decide what's best.



No time to stop and eat,

Or pick up stuff to munch,

And tomorrow you can start to learn

To make your own sack lunch.


Just save that raging appetite,

And wait 'til dinner time.

We're having liver and onions.

It's a favorite dish of mine.



Can we stop to rent a movie,

So I can watch the VCR?

Sorry, I said, I sold your T.V.,

For new tires on my car.


I also rented out your room,

You can take the couch instead.

The C.S.D. requires just a roof above your head.


Your clothing won't be trendy now,

I'll choose the food you eat,

That allowance that you used to get

Will buy me something neat.


I'm selling off your jet ski,

Dirt-bike and roller blades.


It's in effect today!


Hey, Hot Shot, are you crying?

Why are you on your knees?

Are you asking God to help you?


Unknown Writer


A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE.... old love she can imagine going back to...

...and one who reminds her how far she has come...

...enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...

...something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... 

...a youth she's content to leave behind...

...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age... 

...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... friend who always makes her laugh...

and one who lets her cry...

...a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

...eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.. 

...a feeling of control over her destiny... 

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.... to fall in love without losing herself... to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

...when to try harder...

...and when to walk away...

...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...

...that her childhood may not have been perfect...

...but its over...

...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... to live alone...

...even if she doesn't like it...

...whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

...where to go... it to her best friend's kitchen table...

or a charming inn in the woods... 

...when her soul needs soothing...

...what she can and can't accomplish in a day... 

...a month...

...and a year...

Unknown Writer


My Friend

You're My friend,
my companion,

through good times
and bad
my friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad,
beside me you stand,
beside me you walk,
you're there to listen,!
you're there to talk,
with happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there,
throughout the years!
You are all good friends to me
and I am grateful to you.

Unknown Writer


This is a Hug Certificate!!

If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you

 and share with you its beauty On the days you're feeling blue. 

If I could build a mountain You could call your very own

 A place to find serenity

 A place to be alone 

If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea

 But all these things I'm finding are impossible for me.

 I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair

 But let me be what I know best- A friend who's always there. 

Unknown Author


Teach Me To Pray

Please teach me, Lord ...
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.

I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.

I've bowed my head
I have knelt down, But ...
should I be upright?

I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands, Or ...
should I fold them tight?

Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord... what do you like?

Are lights turned on
Or are they off? Maybe...
candle light?
Wear my glasses?

Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?

Do I quote the Bible?
What do you think about the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?

Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short ... or long?

I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.

How do I know
You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?

And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,

"Oh, dearest child of mine...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"

"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules."

"Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."

"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast."

"My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."

~ Author Unknown ~








Unknown Author


Snowman Soup

1 package hot chocolate mix
3 Hershey Kisses
15 mini marshmallows
1 candy cane (stir stick)

Place in colored wrapper or small baggie and put in new cup (handpainted is very nice!) 

Add poem: 

Was told you've been very good this year.
Always glad to hear it!
With freezing weather drawing near,
You'll need to warm the spirit.

So here's a little Snowman Soup
Complete with stirring stick.
Add hot water, sip it slow.
It's sure to do the trick

Unknown Writer


Dear God,

I'm writing to say I'm sorry
For being angry yesterday
When you seemed to ignore my prayer
And things didn't go my way

First, my car broke down
I was very late for work
But I missed that awful accident
Was that your handiwork?

I found a house I loved
But others got there first
I was angry, then relieved
When I heard the pipes had burst!

Yesterday, I found the perfect dress
But the color was too pale
Today, I found the dress in red
And would you believe -- on sale!

I know you're watching over me
And I'm feeling truly blest
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what's best!

I have this circle of E-mail friends,
Who mean the world to me;
Some days I "send" and "send",
At other times, I let them be.

When I see each name download,
And view the message they've sent;
I know they've thought of me that day,
And "well wishes" were their intent.

I am so blessed to have these friends,
With whom I've grown so close;
So this little poem I dedicate to them,
Because to me they are the "Most"!

So to you, my friends, I would like to say,
Thank you for being a part;
Of all my daily contacts,
This comes right from my heart.

God bless you all is my prayer today,
I'm honored to call you "friend";
I pray the Lord will keep you safe,
Until we write again.

Unknown Writer


The Redneck Love Poem

 Collards are green,
 my dog's name is Blue
 and I'm so lucky
 to have a sweet thang like you.

 Yore hair is like cornsilk
 a-flappin in the breeze.
 Softer than Blue's
 and without all them fleas.

 You move like the bass,
 which excite me in may.
 You ain't got no scales
 but I luv you anyway.

 Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
 jist a-fry'n in the pan.
 Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
 right out of the can.

 You have some'a yore teeth
 for which I am proud.
 I hold my head high
 when we're in a crowd.

 On special occasions,
 when you shave under yore arms,
 well, I'm in hawg heaven
 and awed by yore charms.

 Still them fellers at work,
 they all want to know,
 what I did to deserve
 such a purdy, young doe.

 Like a good roll of duct tape
 yo're there fer yore man,
 to patch up life's troubles
 and fix what you can.

 Yo're as cute as a junebug
 a-buzzin' overhead.
 You ain't mean like those far ants
 I found in my bed.

 Cut from the best cloth
 like a plaid flannel shirt,
 you spark up my life
 more than a fresh load of dirt.

 When you hold me real tight
 like a padded gunrack,
 my life is complete.
 Ain't nuttin' I lack.

 Yore complexion, it's perfection,
 like the best vinyl sidin'
 despite all the years,
 yore age, it keeps hidin'.

 Me "n" you's like a moon pie
 with a RC cold drank,
 we go together
 like a skunk goes with stank.

 Some men, they buy chocolate
 for a Valentine's Day,
 they git it at Wal-Mart,
 it's romantic that way.

 Some men git roses
 on that special day
 for the cooler at Krogers,
 that's impressive, I say.

 Some men buy fine diamonds
 from a flea market booth.
 "Diamonds are forever",
 they explain, suave and couth.

 But for this man, honey,
 these won't do.
 Cause yo're too special,
 you sweet thang you.

 I got you a gift,
 without taste nor odor,
 more useful than diamonds....

Unknown Writer



I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Unknown Writer

Why God Gave Us Friends

GOD Knew That Everyone Needs
Companionship And Cheer,
He Knew That People Need Someone
Whose Thoughts Are Always Near.

He Knew They Need Someone Kind
To Lend A Helping Hand.
Someone To Gladly Take The Time
To Care And Understand.

GOD Knew That We All Need Someone
To Share Each Happy Day,
To Be A Source Of Courage
When Troubles Come Our Way.

Someone To Be True To Us,
Whether Near Or Far Apart.
Someone Whose Love We'll Always
Hold And Treasure In Our Hearts.
That's Why God Gave Us Friends!

Unknown Author


It isn't the size of your house as such
That matters so much at all.
It's the gentle hand and its loving touch,
That make it great or small.

The friends who come and the hour they
Who out of your house depart,
Will judge it not by the style you show,
But rather by the size of your heart.

It isn't the size of your head so much,
It isn't the wealth you found.
That will make you happy -- it's how you touch
The lives that are all around.

For making money is not hard --
To live life well is an art:
How people love you, how they regard,
Is all in the size of your heart.

Unknown Author


My Quiet Place

I have a very quiet place, where I can


 see beyond compare, a place I know where


I can dream, I find peace and quiet there.


 I see the beauty of the sky and jewels


in a stream that shine. Theres roses


high upon a hill, beside the place that I call mine.


Then in my very quiet place. I find my


 savior there. I tell him all my wants and


 cares as I come to him in prayer.


and so with this Gods love for me; I'll keep


it day by day. For by his grace , I want


to share with others by the way.

 Unknown Author




You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be --

I had a mother who read to me.

-- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)





God made a wonderful mother,

A mother who never grows old;

He made her smile of the sunshine,

And He moulded her heart of pure gold;

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,

In her cheeks fair roses you see;

God made a wonderful mother,

And He gave that dear mother to me.

--Pat O'Reilly





"M" is for the million things she gave me,

"O" means only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her heart of purest gold;

"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"

A word that means the world to me.

--Howard Johnson (c. 1915)




There he sat soft as a kitten,Cute

 as pie he was sitten,

White as snow was his fur,Baby

cries were his purr,Bouncing, playing

with a ball,Running, chasing in

the hall,Thencame time 

 for a nap, As the

day came to a rap.

Unknown Author



As he watched with big green eyes,

Towards the heavens, towards the skies,

With love and happiness and full of joy,

God would love this little boy,

Reaching down from the sky,

Came guiding hands from up high,

With tenderness came his light,

As God kept him in his sight,

With every day it did pass by,

Guiding light was way up high.



Cute as a button this little girl,

God did make her his tiny pearl,

How he loved her with all his might,

And always kept her within his sight,

God's creation was pure and simple,

When she smiled there formed a dimple,

Everywhere this little one went,

God's creation was heaven sent.

Unkown Author




As she lay there softly sleeping,

With childlike dreams gently seeping,

Visions of golden wings appear,

As she holds them close so dear,

Angels dancing in the light,

Wings spread out what a sight,

As she turns on her side,

Her little eyes she does hide.

Unknown Author


Her Little Shadow

By Unknown


I saw a young mother

With eyes full of laughter

And two little shadows

Came following after.


Wherever she moved,

They were always right there

Holding onto her skirts,

Hanging onto her chair.

Before her, behind her,

An adhesive pair.


"Don't you ever get weary

As, day after day,

Your two little tagalongs

Get in your way?"


She smiled as she shook

Her pretty young head,

And I'll always remember

The words that she said.


"It's good to have shadows

That run when you run,

That laugh when your happy,

And hum when you hum-

For you only have shadows 

When your life's filled with sun."


Mother's Song

By Author Unkown


Songs my mother taught me,

In the days long vanish'd

Seldom from her eyelids

Were the teardrops banish'd.

Now I teach my children

Each melodious measure,

Oft the teardrops flowing,

Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.



By Joaquin Miller


The bravest battle that was ever fought!

Shall I tell you where and when?

On the maps of the world you will find it not;

'Twas fought by the mothers of men.


Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,

With a sword or noble pen;

Nay, not with eloquent words or thought

From mouth of wonderful men!


But deep in a walled-up woman's heart--

Of a woman that would not yeild,

But bravely, silently bore her part--

Lo, there is a battlefield!


No mashalling troops, no bivuac song,

No banner to gleam and wave:

But oh! those battles they last so long--

From babyhood to the grave.


Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,

She fights in her walled-up town--

Fights on andon in her endless wars,

Then silent, unseen, goes down.


Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,

And soldiers to shout and praise!

I tell you the kingliest victories fought

Were fought in those silent ways.


O spotless women in a world of shame,

With splendid and silent scorn,

Go back to God as white as you came---

The Kin


A Wise Decision

By Maxine Schneiderman


I might have been a broadway star

Or a witty talk-show hostess,

Or come up with a cure for colds

Or lead a "No-Nuke" protest.

I might have played at Wimbledon,

In front of Kings and Queens.

Or made it big in fashion---

With my own designer jeans.

I might have written novels

Or led a world crusade,

Or climed the corporate ladder

Or dealt in foreign trade.

I pondered the above and yet

I opted for another.

No salary, but the job's secure---

I chose to be a mother!!


Another Mother's Prayer

By Author Unknown


Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day

With little time to stop and pray

For life's been anything but calm

Since you called on me to be a mom

Running errands, matching socks

Building dreams with building blocks

Coooking, cleaning and finding shoes

And other stuff that children lose

Fitting lids on bottled bugs

Wiping tears and giving hugs

A stack of last week's mail to read

So where's the quiet time to read?

Yet when I steal a minute, Lord

Just at the sink or ironing board

To ask the blessing of Your grace

I see then, in my small one's face

That you have blessed me all the while

And I stop to kiss that precious smile.




Caught within this passion
As eyes are closed in dream
See with world revolving
With visions so serene

Snow now falling softly
It blankets all below
Vision of such loveliness
Every heart should know

Walking in the moonlight
The frost within the night
Hands are clasped so tightly
My heart feels such delight

Sleigh rides on the hillside
With speed as fast as light
Oh this special feeling
My spirit fills the night

Waiting for the moment
When eyes will open wide
All these dreams I wait for
They all become alive

Welcome special season
When hearts will surely shine
Diamonds on a snowflake
Awakening divine. 


Unknown Author


I Need You Now

My Friend, I need you now ---
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by me in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.

Take my hand, dear friend,
And lead me from this place.
Chase away my doubts and fears,
Wipe the tears off my face.

Friend, I cannot stand alone.
I need your hand to hold,
The warmth of your gentle touch
In my world that's grown so cold.

Please be a friend to me
And Hold me day by day.
Beacause with your loving hand in mine,
I know we'll find the way.

Written by: Becky Turner


A Poem For Women
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify
any shopping spree.
Don't go to a barber,
but a beauty salon.
I can get a massage
without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook,
I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends,
about the size of my ass.
My beauty's a masterpiece,
and yes, it takes long.
At least I can admit,
to others when I'm wrong.
I don't drive in circles,
at any cost.
And I don't have a problem,
admitting I'm lost.
I never forget,
an important date.
you just gotta deal with it,
I'm usually late.
I don't watch movies,
with lots of gore.
Don't need instant replay,
to remember the score.
I won't lose my hair,
I don't get jock itch.
And just cause I'm assertive,
Don't call me a bitch.
Don't say to your friends,
Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear,
I can do better!
Flowers are okay,
But jewelry's best.
Look at me you idiot...
Not at my chest????
I don't have a problem,
With Expressing my feelings.
I know when you're lying,
You look at the ceiling.
DON'T call me a GIRL,
a BABE or a CHICK.
I am a WOMAN.
Get it?  You DICK!?!

Written by Anonymous


Dr. Seuss Explains Computer Crashes

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,
and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;
then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,
and the macro code instructions cause unnecessary risk,
then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM then quickly turn off the computer
and be sure to tell your Mom!

Written by Unknown


A peach is a peach, 

A plum is a plum.

A kiss ain't a kiss, 

without some tongue. your mouth, 

and close your eyes.

And give your tongue, 

some exercise!


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