If there's one thing that you need,
Before all things should proceed.
If there's one thing you should know,
It will tell you where to go.
If there's one thing you should trust,
Something that is just.
It's God's love.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
What Jesus has done for us
1. He died to save us
2. He arose to claim us
3. He lives to keep us
4. And will return to take us
Thank-you, Jesus!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
When Grammy Died - A Poem
When Grammy died,
We cried and cried.
The crying lasted many an hour.
Oh! Who knew sadness had such a power
She died on Sunday, Mother's Day.
'Tho many people oft did pray,
God saw fit to take her home.
Now she never more shall roam.
She was a daughter, wife, and mother,
Teacher, and sister to her brother.
She made cakes with what you wanted.
She understood, and never taunted.
Never ready before noon,
Even when, "I'm leaving soon"
The funeral was at two o'clock,
Each heart as heavy as a rock.
So many pictures lined her walls,
Her grandchildren, she loved them all.
I am so proud to be up there,
She's my Grammy! I loved her care.
Many people brought love and food,
All joy was paused sadness - the mood.
for two weeks we had relatives.
Now they're gone, but life still lives.
Someday, someday, life will even out,
But until then there's no need to pout.
She's gone home and so,
I think we ought to let her go.
We cried and cried.
The crying lasted many an hour.
Oh! Who knew sadness had such a power
She died on Sunday, Mother's Day.
'Tho many people oft did pray,
God saw fit to take her home.
Now she never more shall roam.
She was a daughter, wife, and mother,
Teacher, and sister to her brother.
She made cakes with what you wanted.
She understood, and never taunted.
Never ready before noon,
Even when, "I'm leaving soon"
The funeral was at two o'clock,
Each heart as heavy as a rock.
So many pictures lined her walls,
Her grandchildren, she loved them all.
I am so proud to be up there,
She's my Grammy! I loved her care.
Many people brought love and food,
All joy was paused sadness - the mood.
for two weeks we had relatives.
Now they're gone, but life still lives.
Someday, someday, life will even out,
But until then there's no need to pout.
She's gone home and so,
I think we ought to let her go.
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