At Day's End
author unknown
Is anybody happier because you passed this way?
Does anybody remember that you spoke to them today?
The day is almost over and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
Can you say tonight in parting with the day that's dipping fast,
That you helped a single person of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
Does the person whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber,
Do you think that GOD will say
"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today"?
God Is In Every Tomorrow
author unknown
God is in every tomorrow,
Therefore I live for today,
Certain of finding a sunrise,
Guidance and strength for the way;
Power for each moment of weakness;
Hope for each moment of pain,
Comfort for every sorrow,
Sunshine and joy after the rain.
God is in every tomorrow,
E'en in the dark I will follow,
Trust where my eyes cannot see.
Stilled by His promise of blessing,
Soothed by the touch of His hand,
Confident of His protection,
Knowing my life is planned.
God is in every tomorrow,
Life with its changes may come,
He is behind and before me,
While in the distance shines Home!
Home - where no thought of tomorrow
Ever can shadow my brow,
Home - in the presence of Jesus,
Through all eternity - now!
I'm Going To Follow You
author unknown
Walk a little plainer, Daddy,
Said a little boy so frail,
For I'm following in your footsteps,
And I don't want to fail.
Sometimes your steps are very plain,
Sometimes they're hard to see,
So walk a little plainer, Daddy,
For you are leading me.
I know that you once walked this way
Many, many years ago,
And what you did along the way
I'd really like to know.
For sometimes when I'm tempted,
I don't know what to do,
So walk a little plainer, Daddy;
You know I'm following you.
Someday when I'm grown up,
You are like I want to be;
Then I will have a little boy
Who'll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead him right
And help him to be true,
So walk a little plainer, Daddy,
I'm going to follow you.
The Loom of Time
author unknown
Man's Life is laid in the Loom of Time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
But the wearer watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.
He only knows its beauty
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why
The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.
The Prayers of A Mom
by Emanuel Rodriguez
Sometimes I sit and look back on my life,
I remember the pain and remember the strife.
I didn't know what I was looking for,
Until I heard Jesus Knock at my door.
He asked to come in, but I kept saying no,
I closed the door to my heart and he said "I won't go,
I'll keep on knocking until you ask me in.",
But I chose to stay in my life of sin.
I thought that I had the game of life already won!
I had money in my pockets and carried a gun.
The life of a gangster is what I had chose,
Selling drugs to buy new clothes,
Driving new cars and going to lowrider shows.
This is what I thought life was about,
Never had a worry, never a doubt,
But mom kept on saying that I was missing the truth.
She said "I always pray for you and the youth,
Material things in the world are not all bad,
But without God in your life, your heart will remain sad!"
I listened really close and I knew deep inside she was right,
My happiness was a front, cause I felt lonely and sad at night.
My mom said, "God can take all your pain away,"
But I again chose an alternative way.
Alcohol and drugs were my choice this time,
All my pain and thoughts were gone for good, out of my mind,
But then again, that was just for a season,
The day came when I really had nothing,
no money, no cars, no home, and for what reason?
The drugs and the alcohol took over my life
And when I didn't have them, again, came pain and strife.
All this time my mother did pray,
And life got harder for me each and every day!
I was tired of life at that moment in time,
I had nothing except, pain in my heart and a vary lost mind.
The time had come when I wanted to die,
But all I could do was just sit there and cry.
All I remember was what my mom kept on saying
That, Jesus loved me, and she'll continue praying.
I looked at the door to my heart, and started debating,
could Jesus still be there, could he really be waiting.
I started to cry and fell to my knees,
I shouted out loud, "God! Help me please!"
I opened the door and Jesus was still standing there,
With fire in his eyes and a bright blinding glow to his hair.
Then he spoke one more time and said to me again,
"I love you my son, will you please let me in?"
I asked him into my heart that day,
And at that moment, he took all the pain and the strife in my life away.
I fell at his feet and started to cry."Thank you Lord,"
I gave him my gun and he gave me a sword,
He said, "these are the words I have spoken to you,
Go forward in life and may your life be a new!"
From that day forward I sang a new song.
"Thank you my Lord for The Prayers of a Mom!"
©1997 by Emanuel Rodriguez, All rights reserved.
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