O BLESSED peace of a perfect trust,
My loving God, in Thee;
Unwavering faith, that never doubts
Thou choosest best for me.
Best, though my plans be all upset;
Best, though the way be rough;
Best, though mine earthly store be scant;
In Thee I have enough.
Best, though my health and strength be gone,
Though weary days be mine,
Shut out from much that others have;
Not my will, Lord, but Thine!
And e’en though disappointments come,
They, too, are best for me,
To wean me from a clam’ring world,
And lead me nearer Thee.
O blessed peace of a perfect trust
That looks away from all;
That sees Thy hand in everything,
In great events or small;
That hears Thy voice—a Father’s voice—
Directing for the best:—
O blessed peace of a perfect trust,
A heart with Thee at rest!
In Thee, O LORD, do I put my trust — Psa. 31:1.
CASESAR’S friends? or friends of Jesus?
Solemn question for to-day!
Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Take your sides without delay.
If ye pause for man’s forbidding,
Caesar’s friendship ye secure;
If ye do the Father’s bidding,
Scorn, reproach, ye shall endure.
Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Stand revealed! your choice declare!
Who in truth two masters pleases?
Who may rival banners bear?
Jesus’ friends account Him precious,
Lose for Him all other gain:
Dearer far the smile of Jesus
Than the praise of worldly men.
Free from Caesar, friends of Jesus!
Stand in phalanx! never fear!
Love, severely tried, increases;
Courage yet! The Lord is near!
Onward still, His name confessing,
Weaving crowns to grace His brow;
Lo! His hands are full of blessing,
Lifted for your succor now.
Caesar’s friends were we, but Jesus
Owns us for His friends to-day!
What! Shall rival friendship please us,
While the Bridegroom is away?
No! through grace would we surrender
Caesar’s things to Caesar’s care,
whilst to God, our God, we render
Filial homage, praise, and prayer.
Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him — 1 John 2:15
seeks happiness, it’s true,
But finding it and keeping it
seem difficult to do.
Difficult because we think
that happiness is found
Only in the places where
wealth and fame abound.
And so we go on searching
in palaces of pleasure
and monetary treasure,
Unaware that happiness
is just a state of mind
Within the reach of everyone
who takes time to be kind.
For in making others happy
we will be happy, too.
For the happiness you give away
returns to shine on you.
Helen Steiner Rice
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Luke 12:34
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!
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the colors of a rainbow.Live as far as the clouds can go.
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