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Welcome! This page holds some great poems and stories of our faith that I have collected through the years. I hope you are encouraged.

Lessons l Serenity Prayer l The Weaver's Loom l Unconditional Love l One Guy Didn't
My Beloved

Lessons
I walked one day with Gladness, she chatted all the way.
But little did I learn from her, for all she had to say.
Then I walked one day with Sadness, though not a word said she.
But Oh the things I learned that day, when Sadness walked with me.

The Serenity Prayer (second verse)
God grant me the power to live one day at a time, accepting hardship as the pathway to peace. Taking as Christ did, this sinful world, for what it is, and not as I would have it. Trusting that Christ will make all things right if I surrender to His will; that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

The Weaver's Loom
My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and me.
I do not see the colours, He weaveth steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the under side.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unfurl the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful, in the Master's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.

Unconditional Love
One Christmas, money was tight. A 3-year-old discovered a very expensive roll of gold wrapping paper. Thinking it was the most beautiful paper she had ever seen, she tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. When Daddy caught the child he became very angry and scolded her for wasting the expensive paper. Nevertheless, the next morning, the little girl brought the gift to her dad and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared up again when he opened the box and it was empty. He yelled at the child, "You have wasted this paper on an empty box!" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl and begged for her forgiveness. He kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

One Guy Didn't
Three guys were tried for crimes against humanity.
Two guys committed crimes. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were given government trials.
Two guys had fair trials. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were whipped and beaten.
Two guys had it coming. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were given crosses to carry.
Two guys earned their crosses. One Guy didn't.

Three guys were mocked and spit at along the way.
Two guys cursed and spit back, One Guy didn't.

Three guys were nailed to their crosses.
Two guys deserved it. One Guy didn't.

Three guys talked while hanging on their crosses.
Two guys argued. One Guy didn't.

Three guys agonized on their crosses.
Two guys had reason for their agony. One Guy didn't.

Three guys knew death was coming.
Two guys resisted. One Guy didn't.

One. Two. Three guys died on three crosses.
Three days later, two guys remained in their graves. One Guy didn't.

My Beloved
My Beloved was sent to me by God. She was brought to me by men.
Men who were persecuted, tortured and killed, to bring Her safely to me.
She has been forbidden. She has been burned.
Everyone knows My Beloved. Many love Her, and many hate Her.
Those who hate Her, have never truly looked upon Her.
They have not heard Her speak of truth and love.
Perhaps they fear the truth that She speaks.
They will tell you things She says.
And often things She would never utter. I love Her!
She quitely waits for me to come home and hold Her in my arms.
There, She tells me the truth. She tells me of God's love for me.
She tells me where I fail, and of Jesus' sacrifice to atone for my sins.
Others claim to be as My Beloved. They look much like Her.
When they speak, they appear to sound like Her.
Yet when I listen, I realize that they only mock My Beloved.
Yet for all She has done to find me, and all She has given me,
I sometimes neglect My Beloved. My Beloved is The Bible.