Yesterday’s Door

Shutting the door on yesterday opens your mind and spirit up for Brand new beginnings and opens the door for a Fresh start today !

What are you waiting on? Open that door.  Step through and experience all that GOD has waiting for you!

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I’ve shut the door on Yesterday,
It’s sorrows and mistakes.
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls
Past failures and heartaches.

And now I throw the key away,
To seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles
And every springtime bloom.

No thought shall enter this Abode
That has a hint of pain;
And envy, malice and distrust
Shall never entrance gain.

I’ve shut the door on Yesterday
And thrown the key away –
Tomorrow holds no fear for me
Since I have found Today.

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House Of Love

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Is what God intends

Filled with all of our family

Love is not blind nor pretends.

The recipe is simple

The ingredients are clear

Keeping God close is essential

For love to be near.

Start with some laughter,

Don’t forget to pray,

Mix in a few smiles

And God will make clear the way.

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Shopping For Love

 

If I could shop for the ingredients for lovevv
I’d buy a few kisses from the Father above.
I would add lots of hugs to go with the kisses.
Then put in a vat of passion and forgiveness.

I’d shop the isles for a dash of intelligence
And mix it together with love and tenderness.
And just to see if it would spill over on thee
I’d add a cup of peace and righteous charity.

Then to spice it up I’d add a pinch of humor
And put it on the shelves for all the consumers.
Each would be served with their own generous portion
Seasoned to taste with sweet comfort and emotion.

Mix them all together and you shall surely find
That you’ve mingled them with some unusual kinds,
Peace, contentment, intelligence complete
As each is united with love’s luscious, sweet treat!

Patricia Joan Polhans

 

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Smile

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As you go along,
Not alone when life is pleasant,
But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;
Turn a smiling face upon her –
Quick the dame will fly.

Smile a little, smile a little,
All along the road;
Every life must have its burden,
Every heart its load.
Why sit down in gloom and darkness
With your grief to sup?
As you drink Fate’s bitter tonic,
Smile across the cup.

Smile upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet;
Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms
Oft for weary feet.
Do not make the way seem harder
By a sullen face;
Smile a little, smile a little,
Brighten up the place.

Smile upon your undone labour;
Not for one who grieves
O’er his task waits wealth or glory;
He who smiles achieves.
Though you meet with loss and sorrow
In the passing years,
Smile a little, smile a little,
Even through your tears.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God Knows Best

Our Father knows what’s best for us,
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain

We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear…

Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow,
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet tomorrow…

For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of a chisel
Gives the marble grace and form…

God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain
For every loss He send to us
Is followed by rich gain…

And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament…

For our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul’s deep need is pain…

So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make our spirit strong.

Helen Steiner Rice

My Closet Friend

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I place my hope in you,
For you alone are Lord
There could never be another,
I could ever love more

 

There’s no one that comes closer
To you in my life,
For you are my closest friend,
In whom I can confide

 

And share my deepest longings,
My hurts and my fears,
Knowing you will understand
And wipe away my tears

 

Knowing I can come to you,
Morning, noon and night,
You will never turn me away,
But give ear to my plight

 

And you will not condemn me,
Nor judge what I say,
For you are full of constant love
And listen when I pray

 

Your love was such that you died,
My soul, you came to save
From certain eternal misery
Awaiting beyond the grave

 

But now, in you, I can be sure
Of eternity with you,
Freed from pain and misery
With eternal joy too.

M.S. Lowndes

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Attitude of Gratitude

Psalms 34:1 I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth.

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There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and saw that she had only three hairs on her head. “Great,” she said, “I think I’ll braid my hair today.”

So she did, and had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. “Hmm,” she said, “I guess I’ll part my hair down the middle.”

So she did, and had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only one hair left on her head.

“Wow,” she said, “today I get to wear my hair in a pony tail.” So she did, and had a wonderful, wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that there wasn’t a single hair on her head.

“Thank God!” she exclaimed. “I was running out of things to do with my hair!”

ATTITUDE is everything! Let’s be grateful for the things God has given us and Have a wonderful day!

Song of Innocence

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”
So I piped with merry cheer.
“Piper, pipe that song again;”
So I piped: he wept to hear.

“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

“Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.”
So he vanish’d from my sight;
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.

– William Blake

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