• Saturday, 30 July 2016 12:14:52 PM
  • When we feel we have nothing left to give and we are sure that the 'song has ended' when our day seems over and the shadows fall and the darkness of night has descended where can we go to find the strength to valiantly keep on trying where can we find the hand that will dry the tears that the heart is crying there's but one place to go and that is  good and dropping all pretence and pride we can pour out our problems without restraint and gain strength with him at our side and together we stand at life's crossroads and view what we think is the end but god has a much bigger vision and he tells us it's only a bend for the road goes on and is smoother and the 'pause in the song' is a rest and the part that's unsung and unfinished is the sweetest and richest and best so rest and relax and grow stronger let go and let god share your load your work is not finished or ended you've just come to 'a bend in the road.'



    Drop a pebble in the water; just a splash and it is gone.
    But there's half-a-hundred ripples, circling on and on and on,
    Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
    And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

    Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute you forget.
    But there's little waves a-flowing and there's ripples circling yet.
    And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown.
    You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

    Drop an unkind word or careless; in a minute it is gone.
    But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
    They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go.
    And there's no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

    Drop an unkind word, or careless; in a minute you forget.
    But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet.
    And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred.
    And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.

    Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash and it is gone.
    But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
    Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave.
    Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

    Drop a word of cheer and kindness; in a minute you forget.
    But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet.
    And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard.
    Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.

    ~~By James W. Foley.~~

    Accept me as I am -
    I have no guarantee.
    A claim to perfection I have not.
    Perfect I cannot be.
    I, like you.....am human.
    Prone to make mistakes.
    Failure is not a character flaw,
    Just a part of the human makeup.
    I live, I laugh and I also learn.
    My knowledge is incomplete.
    I am searching all the time, in waking hours as well as sleep.
    I have a long road to travel, as well as you do.
    We learn our lessons on the way.
    Wisdom we shall accrue.
    Accept me as I am Because I am ....me.
    And You are you. No one like me in the world.
    That is my only guarantee.
    William Hickson
    Tis a lesson you should heed,
    Try Again;
    If at first you don't succeed,
    Try again.
    Then your courage should appear,
    For if you will persevere,
    You will conquer, never fear, 
    Try again.
    If you would at last prevail,
    Try again.
    If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
    Though we did not win the race;
    What should we do in that case?
    Try again.
    If you find your task is hard. 
    Try again;
    All that other folk can do,
    Why with patience, may not you?
    Only keep this rule in view,
    Try again.

    I am responsible for what I see I choose the feelings I experience, and I decide upon the goal I achieve. And everything that seems to happen to me I ask for, and receive as I have asked. I can elect to change all thoughts that hurt I am never upset for the reason I think Fear is not justified in any form. only my condemnation injures me. Forgiveness is the key to happiness !

    by John McCrae
    In Flanders field the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row by row,
    That mark our place, and in the sky
    the larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
    loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders field.
    Take up our quarrel with the foe;
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch' be yours to hold it high
    If we should break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders field.
    I'm pensioned __ well
    I must not mind:
    The best is not
    Always behind,
    Maybe that my remaining years
    Will bring new songs,
    New sighs, new tears.
    But if God wills.
    And I will too,
    Much et remains For me to do.
    and bird and beast
    And flowers and star
    As  ever my 
    Companions are
    I'm pensioned well__
    I must not mind:
    The best is not not
    Always behind.
    Sarah Flower Adams
    Nearer to God, to Thee,
    Nearer to thee;
    E'en though it be a cross
    That raises me;
    Still all my song shall be,
    Nearer, to God to Thee
    Nearer to God
    Though, like the wanderer,
    The sun gone down,
    Darkness comes over me,
    My rest is a stone;
    Yet  in my dreams I'd be
    Nearer to God, to Thee
    Nearer to Thee.
    Let my way appear,
    Steps unto Heaven,
    All that thou sendest me in mercy given,
    Angels to beckon me
    Nearer, to God to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee.
    Then, with my walking thoughts
     Bright with Thy praise,
    Out of my stony grief's
    Bet-el I'll raise;
    So my woes to be
    Nearer to God, to Thee,
    Nearer to Thee.
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    Do you wish the world were better?
    Let me tell you what to do:
    Set a watch upon your actions,
    Keep them always straight and true;
    Let your thoughts be clean and high:
    Of  the sphere you occupy.
    Do you wish the world was wiser?
    Well, suppose you make a start
    By accumulating wisdom 
    In the scrapbook of your heart.
    Do not waste one page on folly;
    Live to learn, and learn to live.
    If you want to give men knowledge
    You must get it ere you give.
    Do you wish the world were happy?
    Then remember day by day
    Just to scatter seeds of kindness
    as you pass along the way:
    For the pleasures of many
    May be oft times  traced to one,
    As the hand that plants an acorn
    Shelters armies from the sun.
    To wish you a perfectly marvellous day
    with everything wonderful going your way.
    Florence Nightingale
    Whene'er noble deed is wrought,
    Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,
    Our hearts, in glad surprise,
    To higher levels rise.
    The tidal wave of deeper souls
    Into our inmost being rolls,
    And lifts us unawares
    Out of all meaner cares.
    Honour to those whose words or deeds
    Thus thought I, as by daily needs
    and by their overflow
    Raise us from what is low!
    Thus thought I, as by night I read
    Of great army of the dead,
    The trenches cold and damp,
    The starved and frozen camp-
    The wounded from the battle-plain
    In dreary hospitals of pain,
    The cheerless corridors,
    The cold and stony floors.
    Lo! in the house of misery
    A lady with a lamp I see
    Pass through the glimmering gloom
    And flit from room to room.
    And show, as in a dream of bliss
    The speechless sufferer turns to kiss
    Her shadow, as it falls
    Upon the darkening walls.
    As if a door in heaven should be
    Opened and close suddenly,
    The vision came and went
    The light its rays shall cast
    From portals of the past.
    A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
    In great history of the land,
    A noble type of good,
    Heroic womanhood.
    by William Wordsworth Longfellow
    If all the ships I have at sea
    Should come a-sailing home to me,
    Ah, well! the harbour could not hold
    So many sails as there would be
    If all my ships came in from sea.
    If half my ships came home from sea
    And brought   their precious freight to me,
    Ah. well! I should have wealth as great
    As any king who sits in state;
    So riches that would be
    In half my ships now out to sea.
    If just one ship I have at sea
    Should come a-sailing home to me,
    Ah, well! the storm-clouds then might frown;
    For it the others all went down
    Still rich  and proud and glad I'd be
    If that one ship came back to me,
    If that one ship came back to me,
    Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,
    With glory, honours, riches, gold;
    The poorest soul  on earth I'd be
    If that one ship came not to me.
    O skies, be clam! O winds, blow free
    Blow all my ships safe home to me!
    But if thou sendest home a- wrack
    to never more come sailing back,
    Send any-all that  skim the sea,
    But bring my love-ship home to me.
    by  Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
    Speak gently! It is better far
    To rule by lover than fear,
    Speak gently-let not harsh words mar
    The good we might do here!
    Speak gently! Love doth whisper low
    The3 vows that rue hearts bind;
    And gently Friendship accents flow,
    Affection voice is kind.
    Speak gently to the little child!
    Its love be sure to gain;
    Teach it in accents soft and mild:
    It may not long remain.
    Speak gently to the young, for they
    Will have enough to bear;
    Pass through life as best they may,
    'Tis full of anxious care!
    Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
    Let no harsh tone be heard;
    They have enough they must endure
    Without an unkind word.
    Speak gently to the erring-know
    They may have toiled in vain;
    Perchance unkindness mad them so!
    Oh! win them back again.


    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you,
    But make allowances for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
    Or be lied about, and don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give away to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
    If you can dream-and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you have spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch things you gave to life be broken,
    And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools,
    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it in one turn of pitch-and -toss,
    And lose and start again at the beginnings,
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve sinew
    To serve your turn long after they have gone,
    And so hold when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
    If you can talk to crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch;
    It neither foes or loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds worth of distance run;
    Yours is Earth and everything that 's in it,
    And -which is more-you'll be a man, my son.
    by Rudyard Kipling
    I live for those who love me,
    Whose hearts are are kind and true;
    For the heaven that smiles above me,
    And waits my spirit too;
    For all human ties that bind me,
    For the task that God assigned me,
    For the bright hopes left behind me,
    And the good that I can do.
    I live to learn their story,
    Who suffered for my sake;
    To emulate their glory,
    And follow in their wake;
    Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
    The noble of all ages,
    Whose deeds crown history's pages,
    And time's great volume make.
    I live to hold Communion
    With all that is divine;
    To feel their is a union
    Twix Nature's heart and mine;
    To profit by affliction,
    Reap truths from fields of fiction,
    Grow wiser from conviction
    And to for fill each grand design.
    I live to hail the season,
    By gifted mind foretold,
    When men shall live by reason,
    And not alone by gold;
    When man to man united,
    And every wrong thing righted,
    The whole world shall be lighted
    As Eden was of old.
    I live for those who love me,
    For those who know me true;
    For the heaven that smiles above me,
    And waits my spirit too;
    For the cause that lacks assistance,
    For the wrong that needs resistance,
    For the future in the distance,.
    And the good that I can do.
    by George Linnacus Banks.
    You never can tell when you send a word,
    Like an arrow shot from a bow
    By an Archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
    Just where it may chance to go,
    It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,
    Tipped with it's poison or balm;
    To a strangers heart in life's great mart
    It may carry its pain or it's calm.
    You never can tell when you do an act
    Just what the result may be;
    But with every seed you are sowing a seed
    Though the harvest you may not see
    Each kindly act is an acorn dropped
    In God's productive soil;
    You may not know, but the tree shall grow,
    With shelter for those who toil.
    You never can tell what your thoughts will do
    In bringing you hate or love;
    For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
    Are swifter than a dove.
    The follow the law of the universe
    Each thing must create its kind;
    And they speed o'er the track to bring you back
    Whatever went out of your mind.
    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    God moves in a mysterious way
    His wonder to perform
    He plants his footsteps in the sea,
    And rides upon the storm.
    Deep in unfathomable mines
    Of never failings
    He treasure up his bright designs,
    And works his sovereign will
    Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
    Ye clouds ye so much dread
    Are big with mercy, and shall break
    In blessing on your head
    Judge not by the Lord by feeble sense,
    Unfolding every hour;
    The bud may have a bitter taste,
    But sweet will be the flower.
    Blind unbelief is sure to err
    And scan his work in vain:
    God and his own interpreter
    And he will make it plain.
    By William Cowper.
    Let me today do something that shall take
    A little sadness from the worlds' vast store
    And may I be so flavoured as to make
    Of joy's too scanty sum a little more.
    Let me not hurt any selfish deed
    Of thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend,
    Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need
    Or sin by silence where I should defend.
    However meagre be my worldly wealth,
    Let me give something that shall aid my kind-
    A word of courage, or thought of health,
    Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.
    Let me tonight look back across the span
    'Twix dawn and dark, and to my conscience say:
    Because of some good act to beast or man
    The world is better that I lived today'
    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
    When over the fair fame of friend or foe
    The shadow of disgrace shall fall; instead
    Of words of blame, or proof of thus so,
    Lets something good be said.
    Forget not that no fellow- being yet
    May fall so low but love may lift his head;
    Even the cheek of shame with tears is wt
    If something good is said.
    No generous heat may vainly turn aside
    In way so sympathy; no soul so dead
    But may awaken strong and gloried
    If something good is said.
    And so I charge ye, by the thorny crown,
    And by your own soul's hope of fair renown,
    Let something good be said.
    by James Whitcomb Riley.
    I have often dreamed, of a far off place
    Where a hero's welcome, would be waiting for me
    Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
    And a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be
    I'll be there someday, I can go the distance
    I will find my way, if I can be strong
    I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while
    When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong
    Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
    Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
    And a thousand years, would be worth the wait
    It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through
    And I won't look back, I can go the distance
    And I'll stay on track, no, I won't accept defeat
    It's an uphill slope, but I won't lose hope
    Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete
    But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
    For a hero's strength is measured by his heart
    Like a shooting star, I will go the distance


    I will search the world, I will face its' harms
    I don't care how far, I can go the distance
    Till I find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms
    I will search the world, I will face its harms
    Till I find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms
    ~Michael Bolton~