The remedies of blue
And the vision of hope
For this is how
You can learn to cope
With the trouble’s of life
That are on the way
So greet with smile
Each new day.
But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7
COULD we draw aside the curtains
That surround each other’s lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives—
Often we would find it better,
Purer than we judge we would;
We would love each other better
If we only understood.
Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we would love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin.
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We would judge each other’s errors
With more patient charity.
If we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the efforts all in vain,
And the bitter disappointments—
Understood the loss and gain—
Would the grim external roughness
Seem, I wonder, just the same?
Would we help where now we hinder?
Would we pity where we blame?
Ah, we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life’s hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source.
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good,
Oh, we’d love each other better
If we only understood.
LOVE is what we are born with.
Fear is what we learn.
The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear
and prejudices and
the acceptance of love back in our hearts. …
Love is the essential reality
and our purpose on earth.
To be consciously aware of it,
to experience love in ourselves and others,
is the meaning of life.
Meaning does not lie in things.
Meaning lies in us.
~ Marianne Williamson
God’s Son came to earth’s abode
On Calvary He shed His blood.
Once the Sacrifice was complete
Death He’d have to defeat.
For man His life He gave.
Ideally was God’s plan displayed,
Dutifully the Son obeyed.
Anguish and pain He would endure
Yet victory He’d lovingly procure.
Life’s too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
Live life the way you want it to be.
Live it to the fullest, feel free!
Never waste it with worthless doubts and fears,
With insecurities and useless tears.
Remember that what couldn’t tear you makes you strong.
Put away frustrations, sing your own song!
Believe in what you can do.
The world is round; it’s all up to you.
Think fast, act now!
Time is gold; it couldn’t be renewed.
Value experiences, learn from mistakes.
Improve for the better, live for others.
Do what is right and what is best.
Always be yourself, unique from the rest.
Laugh as if there’s no tomorrow.
Dance as though you’ll never get through.
Love with all your heart and soul.
Sing like you’re on the top of the world.
Forget the money, the root of all evil.
Treasure your loved ones; you’re blessed they’re still here.
Strengthen your faith, live with God.
The best things in life are for free, so why not?!
THE twilight hour, when all the world doth dream,
I stand amid
The ripening grain, the ripples, like the bosom of
Beneath the evening breeze. I pluck, and idly hold
My hand, one golden ear, the while in swift succession
Strange visions of the olden time: I see a threshing-
The wheat by wooden flail bereft of chaff and shining
The scene is changed: I see a woman grinding at
Between the upper and the nether stones the grain is
Until no semblance of its former state remains, but
Is merged into one common whole,—a coarse and
Another picture,—mixed with water and with salt
Or flattened cake, is formed and laid upon the glow-
And as I gaze my thoughts are lifted to a higher
I see “the members of His body,” like the golden
Denuded of their glittering robes of earthly pride and
The upper and the nether stones of life’s vicissitudes
Are slowly, surely, grinding rich and poor, the high,
Into one common-union,—heart and mind, and zeal
With purifying salt, life-giving water of the Word,
The mass is being drawn and held and moulded in
Ah, then, beloved, when we drink of that memorial
And eat the symbol of His flesh, let us partake with
Nor marvel if we need that strange, transforming
power of fire,
Ere we are counted worthy to be like our Lord and
And “broken” that a hungry, fainting, dying world
Go labor on; spend and be spent,—
Thy joy to do thy Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go, labor on; ’tis not for naught;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises—what are men?
Go, labor on; enough, while here,
If He shall praise thee—if He design
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer;
No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Men sit in darkness at thy side,
Without a hope beyond the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights the thickest gloom.
Go, labor on; thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize we seek,
Is near—a Kingdom and a crown!
I CANNOT say,
Beneath the pressure of life’s cares today,
I joy in these;
But I can say
That I would rather walk this rugged way,
If Him it please.
I cannot feel
That all is well when dark’ning clouds conceal
The shining sun;
But then I know
God lives and loves; and say, since it is so,
“Thy will be done.”
I cannot speak
In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek
Show I am sad;
But I can speak
Of grace to suffer with submission meek,
Until made glad.
I do not see
Why God should e’en permit some things to be,
When He is love;
But I can see,
Though often dimly, through the mystery,
His hand above.
I may not try
To keep the hot tears back; but hush that sigh,
“It might have been;”
And try to still
Each rising murmur, and to God’s sweet will
LORD, here I bring myself,
‘Tis all I have to give,
My heart’s desire is wholly this,
Henceforth for Thee to live;
To own no will but Thine,
To suffer loss or shame,
All things to bear, if only I
May glorify Thy name;
Henceforth mine every power
Each day for thee to use,
My hands, my feet, my lips, mine all,
As Thou, my Lord, shalt choose.
Dear Lord, my constant prayer
Is for increase of grace,
That I by faith may walk with Thee,
Till I behold Thy face.
LOVE is the filling from one’s own
Love is a daily laying down
And taking up;
A choosing of the stony path
Through each new day
That other feet may tread with ease
A smoother way.
Love is not blind, but looks abroad
Through other eyes;
And asks not “Must I give?” but “May
Love hides its grief, that other hearts
And lips may sing;
And burdened, walks, that other lives
May, buoyant, wing.
Brother, hast thou a love like this
Within thy soul?
‘Twill change thy name to saint when thou
Dost reach thy goal.