Life is like a song Waiting to be sung. Will it be played softly Or like the beating of a drum? The lyrics are being Recorded each and every day In all that we do And in all that we say. If we choose to follow God and Abstain from the devil and his ways Our song will have a beautiful melody One of purity and praise. Now go ahead and write your glorious Song as you live for Christ each day For great will be your reward and In heaven you’ll forever stay.
Although outward beauty may be seen all painted on with a brush so fair its shallowness can be revealed in our actions unaware, But inner beauty is much more rare and it comes from God above It is shown in how we act and how we show His love. Like an oyster in the ocean its outer shell so plain and dull but when you look inside of it theres a pearl so beautiful. I hope to be like the oyster when you look inside you’ll see a heart so warm and beautiful and see God’s love inside of me
One night in a church service a young woman felt the tug of God at her heart. She responded to God’s call and accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior. The young woman had a very rough past, involving alcohol, drugs, and prostitution. But, the change in her was evident. As time went on she became a faithful member of the church. She eventually became involved in the ministry, teaching young children. It was not very long until this faithful young woman had caught the eye and heart of the pastor’s son. The relationship grew and they began to make...
The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. “Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?” Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them...
There’s not a craving of the mind Which Jesus cannot fill; There’s not a pleasure I would seek Aside from His dear will. From hour to hour He fills my soul With peace and perfect love; While rich supplies for every need He sendeth from above. The joys which this vain world bestows, Have lost their charms for me; Once I enjoyed its trifles too, But Jesus set me free. Its joys will perish in a day, Its pleasures quickly fly; Its mirth like mists will pass away, And all its honors die. He stilled the angry tempest’s power, Which...
