Beside My Door

EVA D. WOODWARD

FOREWARD To my readers: My first collection of verses carried the title, "Through My Windows." Because there have been several requests for another booklet, out of my nearly three thousand poems, I have chosen more than a hundred for this booklet "Beside My Door." No doubt many of you have already read some of them on memory cards I've sent you on special dates. I hope this little book of verses may prove to be a blessing to you for I realize I'm not a Helen Steiner Rice So gifted with her lovely verse, So comforting her many thoughts That can bring peace instead of curse. But I can write my little thoughts As sometimes I may choose to pray, And send good wishes o'er the miles To try to share a happy day.
E. D. W.

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INDEX BESIDE MY DOOR Beside My Door An Open Door Joy . . . . The Path . , II. BIBLE The Book of Books . The Longest Day . . Side-tracked . . . CHRISTMAS The Best Gift . . . Christmas . . . . Gifts Christmas Pleasures . Within and Without . Mary H a d . . . . That Wondrous Night CHURCH Abiding Can the Church Win? God's House . . . The Special Sermon . Lead Me, Lord . . A Sunday School Teachers Prayer . The Church is Great . COMMUNION Communion In Remembrance . . My Response . . . EASTER Easter Resurrection Beauty The Easter Altar . . Perfume He Lives Resurrection Joy . . VII. GENERAL The Best of Life . . That Love . . . . The Birthday Cake . Cleaning the Attic . M y Stint . . . . Swinging . . . . What is Necessary . Influence . . . . Dark Hours. . . . Drop the Habit . . Joy Faith and Works . . Real J o y . . . . Foods God's Housecleaning Time The Seed Catalogue . My Halo Nerve Worry Patience The Unknown Path . A Renewed Brain. .
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INDEX GRANDMA-MOTHER HOME (cont.) Grandma's Pumpkin Pies Ma Said Meditation Time . Harmony . . . . Keen Sight . . . . Mom's Example . The Second Week In May . . . . NATURE Spring Exploded . . The Autumn Maple . The Beautiful Manatee Cloud Dreams . . . March Winds . . . A Camping Trip . March A Summer Day . . My Tree Rain The Seasons . . . Spring . . . . . Spring Reunion Seeds Summer Sunset . . The Sky Winter Beauty . . . A Winter Day . . . Indian Summer . . NEW YEARS It's New . . Close the Book A New Year Unfamiliar Ways New Years . . XIII. SHORTIES Clear Eyes . . . T h e Cold . . . D a y Attire . . . Doggie Ways . . Don't Worry . . Garden Growth . God's Hand . . Hard Boiled . . A n Optimist . . He Watched . . That Path . . . The Rainbow's Pot The Right Moment The Right Tree . That Touch . . XIV. THANKSGIVING My Thanksgiving . Shall I Give Thanks Thankfulness . . The Thanksgiving Spirit Thanksgiving . . XV. WEDDINGS Wedding Vows . O u r Home . . . Rules for a Happy Marriage. . . Wedding J o y . . My Wedding Day Prayer . . . Stardust At the Wedding . A Woodland Wedding. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 64 64 64 64 64 65 65 65 65 65 66 66 66 66 66

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VIII. G O D - - - J E S U S The Architect . . God's Hand . . God's Favorite Colors Jesus' Dog . I Met God . . . What The Master Loved . . . Lifted U p ... The Master's Voice Strength....
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GRANDMA-MOTHER HOME The Good Old Days . 42 First Place Honors - 43

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PRAYERS---WISHES Our God 62 A Good Wish . . . . 6 2 A Quiet Hour . . . . 63 Toward the Sunrise . . 63

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AIM OPEN DOOR

BESIDE MY DOOR Beside my door, the sunshine Is bright and warm today, And I feel very peaceful And happy, glad and gay. Beside my door the flowers Are blue and pink and red, They look up toward the sunshine Within their narrow bed. The bright blue morning glories Climb up the tight pulled wire And give a special beauty That many folk admire. I have the pink of roses And lantana's gentle hue, Petunias flaunt their brightness As they are wont to do. The red geraniums give cheer And amaryllis red, It seems I hear a word of love In all the flowers have said. With lavender of passion flowers, And yellow mixed with green I count my flowers as children dear With faces bright and clean. The flowers are things to talk about, But there is something moreA friendliness to all who stop Beside my open door.

In walking down the path today I passed a cottage small, An open door was waiting which I didn't see at all. So deep engrossed I really missed That opportunity, And failed to enter through that door Which I did not then see. I missed a blessing just to share With those behind that door, And now forgiveness for that lack I most earnestly implore. It's not the house nor people great That have blessing held in store. But just my willingness to go Through some one's open door. JOY Joy is easily found, you know It's just outside your door, And it will quickly come inside Where it has not dwelt before. On holidays it grows and grows, It's not a negative phase. Though it may come in a disguise You can find its pixie face. Joy is not good at hide and seek. For it really wants to be found, And when it comes the gloom will go. For gloom won't stay around. So open your eyes and you will see That Joy is there near you, Grab it, hold it, don't let it go And keep it in all you do.

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THE PATH There is a path well worn indeed From my door to my friends. Just what that path now means to us No stranger comprehends. It's worn because 'twas used so much When we our joys would share; The days were good though we were not A multimillionaire. When sorrows came and sickness too, And we might need some aid That path was shared by all of us As we our help might trade. With children small long years ago And not much time to waste That path was made when we were young As problems new were faced. The years went on to middle life. The path was still in use; No highway in the world such aid Or new joys can produce. And now our hair is almost white, And peace on us descends As that small path now very worn Connects the lives of friends.

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THE BOOK OF BOOKS Within my hands I hold a book today With print so legible and clear, I close my eyes and silently I pray With thanks for promises so dear. The Book I hold is God's own Holy Word, More precious than I ever knew; It is alive and strikes a waiting chord And guides as nothing else can do. It is divine-it comes from God above, It tells me of salvation free, And how the Father in His wondrous love Gave of His best for you and me. And powerful too, this Word of God divine, For it can strengthen all the weak. It lifts the fallen; sinful dregs refine, And offers peace to all who seek. It searches out my sin and helps me see How black it is in God's own sight, It sheds new light on what I ought to be And strengthens me to do the right. This Book of Books is worth far more than (gold, As in my heart I seek to store This sweetest story that has e'er been told As years go on I'll love it more. Thoughts from a sermon by my husband on Bible Sunday.

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THE LONGEST DAY It was a long day For Peter - a long, long day; This man who walked with the Master Over many a dusty way. He thought he had loved the Master But his fellowship had denied. And so on that very evening Peter went out and cried. Then he knew the Master was tortured And put on the cross to die, And that was just another thing That made the fisherman cry. Yes, it was a long, long day But a brighter one came on When he heard the Master had risen At the coming of the dawn. And still another brighter day When one of the messages sent Was for Peter himself from the Master dear That caused Peter then to repent. Then Peter, the faithful, followed Him And a rock he did become, He preached the love of the Master Till the Master took him home.

SIDE-TRACKED There was a merchant on his way To the town of Jericho, His mind alert upon the goods He planned so soon to show. But there beside the mountain path An injured man did lie, For thieves had just accosted him And left him there to die. He could not leave the man alone, So using oil and wine He bound the wounds and took the man To an inn along the line. He left him there and gave a coin So he would get good care, And said when next he made the trip More expenses he would share. With all this side track he well found He'd lost an hour or two, And maybe then because of it His business deal fell thro. But he proved himself a neighbor good And that was in God's plan, For God would bless him though he was A despised Samaritan.

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III. C H R I S T M A S

CHRISTMAS It matters not where you may be When Christmas time draws near, In Northland with its glistening snow Or South mid sunshine cheer. Where snow festoons the evergreens As diamonds oft have done, Or where the wintry blasts of wind Are usually unknown. The decorations in the North Are done in snowy hours. But in the South we always see A galaxy of flowers. So whether Christmas may be white Or a brightly colored day, It's all the same the world around Where warm hearts can hold sway. GIFTS "What did you get for Christmas?" Is a question we may hear When all the gifts are opened That came from far and near. The question should be altered As long as we may live So we'll not think'of what we got, But instead, "What did we give?" We accept all gifts so easily As though they were our due. But the joy of giving will increaseYou'll find that fact is true. Not what we get but what we give Will make our happiness grow, For God, the Father, sees the heart And new joy He will bestow.

THE BEST GIFT The angels' song that wondrous night Was heard by shepherds lowly, And then they left the darkened field To seek that Babe so holy. They traveled only a short way But found the group of threeJoseph, Mary and the ChildThat holy family. But there were Wise Men later on Who studied books with care; They traveled miles from out the East With splendid gifts to share. That Babe was worshiped by the rich, And by the shepherds poor, No line, no caste, no wealth could count A love that would endure. We are not shepherds, nor are we kings With wealth or crown or sheep, But we can ever have a love So pure, worthwhile and deep. I want to give the best I have To this the King of Kings, And that is my own poor humble self. And not just a lot of things.

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CHRISTMAS PLEASURE The mystical, magical season is here With all the mysterious deeds of good cheer; All of the glamour and glitter of trim; Shivers of joy that fill up to the brim. Plans for the company dinner that day, Visits by adults while children go play. All of the cookies and each pumpkin pie. Gifts into which no one ever can pry. All in bright paper with many a bow Under the tree in the soft candle glow. Twinkling lights of nice colors on that Christmas tree All help to make Christmas for you and for me. WITHIN AND WITHOUT It's Christmas Eve by the hearth at home, The tree is trimmed and bright, While all outside is so beautiful Bathed in the moon's lustrous light. Within is a time for sharing gifts With those whose love is near, But God had His time of sharing A beautiful Baby dear. Within is holly of green and red In windows and on the door; Outside the snow more sparkling white Than you have seen before. Within is a family fellowship So warm and closely knit, It reaches far beyond the walls Where dear ones now all sit. It reaches to a tired old world So full of vice and sin, To let the people out there know A new life they can begin.

MARY HAD Mary had no Christmas tree, Nor did she ever care If friends were coming in to dine. Or if snow was in the air. She never heard of a "White Christmas" For there'd been none before, And no excitement on that morn With gifts from her great store. No baking did she do before, No programs on her TV, But she recalled the strangest fact When an angel she did see. She had no mother near her bed, Nor even a mid-wife When birth pangs came to her that night At the coming of new life. Her treasures were not earthly things, Her visitors were men Who came from fields outside the town As angels directed then. The story that they brought to her Of a song of peace and joy She treasured in her heart as she Looked at this Son, her little Boy. I feel that Mary wouln't trade Her memory of that night Because she trusted in her God And walked in His great light.

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THAT WONDROUS NIGHT Around a campfire upon a night Some shepherds talked very low, Perhaps about the price of wool, Or how fast the lambs would grow. They cared for all the sleeping sheep So harm would stay away, Some of them slept while others watched Until breaking of the day. But suddenly the dark night sky Grew very, very light; The men were startled as they gazed Upon the strangest sight. For there beside them was a form, An angel, who then spoke And by his message to the men The other shepherds then awoke. He told them not to be afraid, For in nearby Bethlehem A Child was born who would bring peace To all the world of men. Then hosts of angels in the sky Took up a song of praise Much more than all these men had heard In all their shepherd days. When all the angels went away The sky was dark again, But leaving some to watch the sheep, Some went to Bethlehem. And there they found the Baby dear The angels sang about; That this was truly the Prince of Peace The shepherds had no doubt. Rejoicing in the message sweet That came down from the sky, Their lives were changed in their belief They well could testify.

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ABIDING The morning church was over And the benediction said, I turned to leave that worship place For my spirit had been fed. And then a little lassie With eyes of brightest blue Said, "Is this all till next Sunday With things we have to do?" That question struck me boldly, Is that all our faith may mean? Two hours on Sunday morning And nothing in between? Do we have our faith appearing So it works on special days, And we forget it other times And don't use God's daily grace? We are bound to Christ forever, And with Him we should abide As the branches to the strong vine We should stay close to His side. He is the vine, we the branches And fruit should be our goal. Not only on a Sunday fair Should there be joy within our soul. That fruit of nine varieties Must develop day by day And that comes by close abiding As we listen and we pray.

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CAN THE CHURCH WIN? On Sunday when the day is fair With sunshine warm and bright, Dad says, "We have today all free From morn till late tonight. Let's pack our dinner and our poles And I will buy some bait, The good time we will have today Just try to speculate." And Mom is partly willing, too, But conscience very faint Speaks up and makes her think of church In sort of a complaint. "We really ought to go to church, I'm sure it's time again." But Dad replies that we will go Some day when we have rain. The weeks went by as time will do, The summer quickly passed And then a steady fall of rain One Sunday comes at last. The patter caused a lulling sleep To come upon poor Dad; He said, "We cannot go today The weather is too bad." So if it's hot or if it's cold. Or if the days are fair; If rain should fall or if the wind Blows leaves just everywhere. The church is left to get along While people make excuse; "And how the church could be so dead!" They'll let the preacher muse.

GOD'S HOUSE Upon a busy city street One day there rose a pile Of granite with imposing archA church of modern style. Its doors stand open at all hours Inviting those who care To spend a moment of each day In earnest silent prayer. Within a quiet little town There stood a church of stone, Its very lovely ivied walls Had charm its very own. Within, at chancel those who came In sorrow or despair. Found peace and comfort when they spent An hour with God in prayer. Beyond the city's busy life. Beside the dusty way, A small white church with slender spire Helped people night and day. For many busy rural folk Enjoyed God's tender care, And sought His guidance in their church By meeting God in prayer. And so we see the mighty church May be of modest frame, Or it may be of brick or stone Where people praise God's name. The ones so hungry for God's love Are sure to find Him there, If with an earnest seeking heart They meet the Lord in prayer.

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THE SPECIAL SERMON The pastor's sermon was lovely As he told of the need of the poor. And of the duty of those who were rich To share still more and more. He placed the emphasis on the need And the duty on those who had; How sharing would be a blessing And made many people glad. As on he preached, he was inspired And the congregation was all ears, Twas a sermon with a goal in mind As he'd not preached in years. I asked him how it was received And if it would endure; And he replied he knew he had Convinced those that were poor. LEAD ME, LORD Lord, help me find a church today Where the Word of God is preached, Where He is honored, His love proclaimed And the lost are this way reached. Lord, help me find a church today Where the fellowship is good, Where friendly smiles or handshake warm May be given like shared food. Lord, help me find a church today Where the choir, though it may be small, Sings from the heart the truth from God As they give to Him their all. So many churches seem to play A game with a person's soul, So I would find a church today Where God's presence makes me whole.

A SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHERS PRAYER

Let me be faithful in sowing the seed, Let me show others their personal need. May I pray often for each of my class, May they see Jesus whose love will surpass. Help me to tell them of Christ and His love, Point them to heaven, the home up above. Then when the sowing of seed is complete. Some one the sheaves may lay at His feet May I rejoice over souls that are won, Knowing my part in God's work was well done, THE CHURCH IS GREAT "The Church is great," I've heard folk state, Just how can that be true? It reaches lands where human hands Great tenderness pursue. "The Church is great," and will create An understanding heart; Its Founder taught by deed and thought This greatness to impart. "The Church is great," we dedicate Our lives anew to give The best we have toward free or slave As long as we shall live. "The Church is great," through love, not hate It reaches every place, And manifold, this love will hold All men in its embrace.

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V. C O M M U N I O N
COMMUNION Humbly before the chancel rail I kneel and bow my head And, thinking of my Master's death, I take the bread. His blood was shed to save my soul; Before I sup I think of His great suffering, Then take the cup. My heart is tender and I pray, "Lord, make me Thine," And then communion means far more Than bread and wine. It means a living , loving Lord Is at my side To keep and strengthen every day Whate'er betide. IN REMEMBRANCE The table of the Lord is spread With emblems plain and tender. The gracious wine and simple bread To help us to remember. We recall with solemn thought Suffering in our stead; Pardon that was deeply bought. Life, when we were dead. Love immortal was a gift Put within our heart, Not to give ourselves a lift, But to share a part. As the emblems we partake Touch each heart and life. Bless us all for Jesus's sake, Give us peace for strife.

MY RESPONSE I kneel before the altar, Lord, On this Communion Day, I bring my offering of myself, And very humbly pray. I ask for great forgiveness. Lord, I ask for love like Thine, That through my life my friends may see Your loving spirit shine. I feel a oneness now, dear Lord, You said we should be one; So as I now communion take I pray, "Thy will be done." Your sacrifice was made in love; Your death was for my sake; So I renew my pledge to you As I communion take.

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VI. E A S T E R

RESURRECTION BEAUTY I have wondered were there robins In the Garden of the Tomb? Did they sing before the daybreak? Were there lilies sweet in bloom? Were the things that make our Easter Beautiful and bright and sweet Present when, the loving Saviour Made His gift of death complete? Well we know that Life was present In the Garden that fair morn. Surely birds were singing sweetly In their happy unconcern. Surely lilies in their sweetness Grew beside that empty tomb, There was life on that bright morning, With no sign of Friday's doom. Life in all abundance flourished, Gone were fear and sad dismay, For the resurrected Master Lived anew that Easter Day.

EASTER There was a crossBut on Easter it was bare, Though only a few hours before The Christ was hanging there. There was a tombBut it was empty too, And only angels stood on guard And seen by very few. But to those few They told the wondrous news That Christ had left that new-made tomb That was no Roman ruse. Then Christ was seen By one, then two, in all His powers, So Easter Day with all its joy Is ours, oh yes, it's ours.

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THE EASTER ALTAR Easter lilies and hyacinths, Stately calla lilies too, Blend together their perfume sweet And spring-like scenes renew. Year after year at Easter time This delicate beauty rare Inspires our hearts, gives happiness And sweet peace beyond compare. Flowers of white and pink and blue Your beauty can't be denied! Oh, give me a flower-banked altar At the sacred Eastertide. PERFUME Easter is a time of grace, Perfume sweet we softly trace From each lily blossom fair Placed upon the altar there. Hyacinths of pink and white Add their fragrance day and night, Like an incense rich and rare All around the altar there. Prayer can be an incense too Rising up for God to view; Showing Him how much we care All about the altar there.

HE LIVES We can't go to the tomb on Easter morn As the Marys did of old, "Their spices were fragrant which they brought," Is the tale we have been told. The tale is true, but the empty tomb Gave them a big surprise, For the Lord Himself stood by the path Before their very eyes. He bade them go, a message take To those who did not know; And quickly they obeyed His voice Rejoicing it was so. "An empty tomb, but a risen Lord," That message must be told, Yes, He expects His followers To evermore be bold. No, we can't see the empty tomb Upon this Easter Day, But we rejoice because the Lord Lives in our hearts alway. RESURRECTION JOY Easter means the resurrection. For through all the winter days Plants and things we see in summer Needed springtime's sunny rays. Months they had been under cover And they seemed so dead and cold. But the sunshine of the springtime Helped their beauty to unfold. Jesus, too, came forth in beauty On that resurrection morn, And because He lives forever In our lives hope is reborn.

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GENERAL

THE BEST OF LIFE The best of life is in the song you sing, The deeds you do, the prayers you pray, The dreams you carry in your heart, The strength you offer in your work and play. The best of life is in the company you keep, And in the path you all have tred. But better still the joy that comes to you When you're constantly at peace with God. THAT LOVE Jesus loved all kind of folk, Not just the wisest seers; He loved the quarrelsome fishermen And the greedy profiteers. He loved the folk, all scarred by sin, He loved the Pharisees, And those. His fiercest enemies Who never tried to please. His love reached even to the cross With forgiveness to a man; And that great love continues still These many years to span. His love endured the deepest pain That ever man did see. And I am thankful that His love Shows deepest constancy.

THE BIRTHDAY CAKE A bride was planning a birthday For her husband to enjoy; She wanted a cake with candlesThis bride who was cute and coy. She bought a box of cake mixture But it failed to meet her need, Then she used still one and another Till she had used six indeed. Her trouble was with the candles. That trouble she sadly felt, Each cake she put in the oven Just caused the candles to melt. CLEANING THE ATTIC Twas spring house cleaning time And on a rainy day I went up to the attic To sort things to throw away. The hours sped by, I did my part. But I did not succeed, One thing I learned no one should clean The attic, who can't read. MY STINT I may not be a preacher, Nor know just how to teach, And I may not have the talent The needy folk to reach. But I'm sure the world needs sunshine Which today I know is mine. So I can sing a cheery song And that's better than to whine.

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SWINGING Swinging in the twilight on a summer night; Talking very softly as night birds take their flight; Quietly abiding, with sometimes a confiding, Creaking are the chain hooks as the swing is riding. Glowing are the stars so bright in the fading light, Companionship is tender on a quiet summer night. WHAT IS NECESSARY I yearned for satisfaction deep, I tried exotic foods, I mingled in the crowds at marts And bought bright colored goods. I studied art in galleries, I bought expensive paints, I wandered in cathedrals fine Named for the Bible saints. I took a cruise around the world, Saw mountains that were there. But all of that did not sufficeMy soul felt poor and bare. And then within my quiet room, My Bible opened wide To promises I oft had heard That often had been tried. Yes, there that day I made them mine, I knelt in honest prayer, My soul was filled with joy and peace For God surely met me there. The world may offer beauties great That seem to satisfy. But peace with God is what we need If joy would multiply.

INFLUENCE Our paths have crossed, perhaps a dozen times As I have walked life's weary mile, But every time your path crossed mine You gave a cheery smile. Our paths have crossed, your path and mine, And my sadness was deferred As every time in some kind way You said a cheering word. Our paths crossed sometimes in the crowd That make life's busy throng, But there amid the work and play I heard your cheerful song. Our paths have crossed and I am glad To let you know I care, For in my time of greatest need I heard your earnest prayer. So often people come and go, Our lives but briefly touch, But you reached out and touched my heart And mean to me so much. DARK HOURS A rose was crushed at eventide And dew made it replete With such a fragrance on the air, So delicate and sweet. A life seemed crushed at eventide And faith grew very dim, Until the Father touched and gave A vision new to him. The darkest hours are oft required To bring the blessing out, So through each trial we must learn To trust and never doubt.

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DROP THE HABIT I held a glass of value rare Owned by some wealthy folk, But from my trembling hands it slipped And, of course, it broke. A habit filled my very life, And I knew it was no joke, I knew its burden and I felt That habit should be broke. It troubled me day after day, Each week, each month, each year, I wanted to be rid of itIn that I was sincere. Remembering the glass that broke And how I let it drop, I did the same and found it worked And that habit I could stop. JOY Joy is something to be shared As you talk with another, It may help you so to win Some one as a brother. The message of the Savior's birth Brot joy to shepherd men. And they gave praise for that good news Again and yet again. The followers of the Lord rejoice In that fellowship so sweet. For joy is theirs year after year Which makes our lives complete. We can look ahead to future joy When sorrows flee away, Nothing to bring sadness then In that future day. It's hard to have joy all alone So fellowship we need, And as we share it every day It will be ours indeed.

FAITH AND WORKS Yes, Peter walked upon the water But his faith soon failed. And when he was about to sink His arms about him flailed. Then Jesus who was quite near by His hand outreached in care Held the sinking, doubting Peter up His strength and faith to share. And Peter took that hand so strong. But his feet in water deep Were sinking till he felt the power That union with the Lord would keep. United with the Lord divine Means hands and heart and life entire As we reach out He holds us close And keeps us in our great desire. REAL JOY You may speak of love and tenderness. You may think of all your wealth. You may brag of years of pleasure And the decades of good health. All the youthful years of passion May be gone beyond recall, But real ecstasy is when you didn't Lose your car keys after all.

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FOODS I wonder why the foods I like And consider quite a treat Are foods my friends all seem to say Are things I shouldn't eat. Now I like eggs fixed any way In summer, winter, fall, But they're not good to eat because Of their cholesterol. And breakfast bacon too is good While we may sit and chat; But it is out and you know why? It has some streaks of fat. A lovely birthday cake was mine With icing white as snow, But nix on that; its mixture fine Contained sugar, as you know. I'm no drug addict, I'll contend And so I hesitate When coffee with its own caffine Is put beside my plate. Bread and potatoes too are out. And macaroni too, For they contain far too much starch And my diet they undo. But carrots now, are quite a treat When cooked, or maybe raw, We're told the vitamins they hold Are the best you ever saw. Long years ago the people ate Just what they had on hand. But now so many things I like I find are contraband.

GOD'S HOUSECLEANING TIME Last night God moved the furniture In His place beyond the skies, It rumbled as the angels pushed To suit it as to size. The throne was very heavy then. And other seats were moved; I heard the noise it made last night As though God disapproved. Bright lights were flashing off and onn, I thought I heard God scold, Hou could any dirt accumulate Upon the streets of gold! But with the task completed The rain and noise were gone, And earth much fresher smelling When God's cleaning task was done. THE SEED CATALOGUE Twas August and the catalog I studied hard last Spring And had been stored these many months With trash and everything Just now fell out upon the floor With pages opened wide; I couldn't close my eyes and so I saw what was inside. And that was good, for soon I saw My plants were no good proof Of what that book had guaranteed And emphasized as truth. Some of my seeds had never grown. But even what did grow Were small and runty-full of holesJust why, I do not know. I guess it doesn't hurt to dream, But oh, those planting days Make me annoyed for I had hoped For many words of praise.

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MY HALO Place a halo round my life, Lord, Not just above my head; May it glow while I am living And not wait till I am dead. May my halo be attractive So that other folk will know That it represents Your presence In its beautiful clear glow. May my halo be a witness That your Spirit dwells within, So my influence may help others Leave their darkened paths of sin. Yes, dear Lord, please place a halo Round my body, o'er my head, May I glow while I am living And not wait till I am dead. NERVE Some people have a lot of nerve, 'Most like a prince or king, They never seem to hesitate To ask for anything. And so I wonder if there are Folk who are quite well born Who'd drive up to the gate of heaven And loudly blow their horn.

WORRY Did you hear that dripping faucet As you lay awake last night? And it soon became more maddening As the hour approached day light. Worry is a homely lesson On some unimportant thing, Sometimes out of all proportion With an old familiar ring. Leaky faucets cause erosion In the metal, washer too. So the drip becomes a dribble As the water runs on through. So it also is with worry, It erodes the mind each hour; Fix the faucet and the worry With your fine corrective power. PATIENCE Sometimes when I'm in a hurry While the traffic light is green, It is hard to keep my patience When the amber light is seen. That, I know, means I must slow down To a stop where I must wait. And I growl way down inside meThis means I must hesitate. Why do I have that great impatience? Why do I scold some unseen one? Just a moment of that waiting Has soon passed and it is gone. I would ask you. Lord, for patience In all of my activities; Give me gentle understanding So I'll try my God to please.

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THE UNKNOWN PATH On an unfamiliar pathway We find vines and trees and flowers, Every step brings on new mysteries That can bless our traveling hours. Life is like the unknown pathway. Every day shows a new turn, And the lessons all are thrilling That we so begrudging learn. If our days were mapped and scheduled Life might be a dreary bore But surprises come on daily That we never knew before. Knowledge of what lies before us Could perhaps quite terrify. Let us share the joys and blessings That along our pathway lie. A RENEWED BRAIN Has your brain-room been remodeled, For its wall are old and gray, And a little touch of color Might just make it bright and gay. You might change your old ideas, Change the decor to this time, Make it just a bit more modern Using prose, but also rhyme. So your cranium is stuffy With ideas that are old, Like a cluttered old, old parlor With ideas oft retold! You might steam off stained wall paper. Slap on coats of bright good will, Take down drapes of apathy so quickly And see sunshine on the sill. Oh, it may be quite disturbing And your methods you must find. But how spacious is the living In a renovated mind.

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GOD

JESUS

THE ARCHITECT When God once set the sky in place, And horizon reached from sea to sea, He set the hills and mountains high And all was given for you and me. He placed the clouds up in the sky, The fleecy ones and those dark blue, He put the soil to make the fields To open tasks for man to do. God is the greatest Architect Of seas and earth and skies, But man was made and then God felt That was His highest prize. And God has said if man abides And seeks the Father's will Great peace will always be his share Like the hills so strong and still. GOD'S HAND God's guiding hand is on me Tho I may not understand The shadowed paths before me, I feel that guiding hand. God's helping hand is on me To stop what I might say That might hurt tender feelings Today and every day. God's loving hand upon me Provides when I've not planned With food and friends and comfortI feel that loving hand. God's tender hand is on me To help me rise and stand When weakness made me falter, Oh, I love that tender hand.

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GOD'S FAVORITE COLORS There are four colors God likes best We see year after year; The first one is the azure blue Of skies when days are clear. And green He must have liked so much Found in the corn and trees, And grass upon the velvet lawns Which makes man feel at ease. The gray of trunks of trees so tall In parks or wooded dell Become a part of God's good plan To us He loves so well. The yellow of the ripened grain, The flowers beside the way, The sunshine flooding all our path Help make a brighter day. The yellow, gray and green and blue Are tints from God's own hand. And He, the Master Painter, knows The beauty He has planned. JESUS' DOG I think that Jesus must have had a dog When He was but a boy in Galilee, I think He must have liked to play and romp Or rest with such a pal beside His knee. I think He knew the joy of such a pet, For any dog can be a boy's best friend, And always from those steady, deep brown eyes Came confidence on which He could depend. And when He daily finished work in school And hurried home along the narrow way, I think that gaily wagging little tail Brought pleasure to the boy at close of day.

I MET GOD
I met God in the morning When the bird songs filled the air. And He seemed to be about me In joy just everywhere. And He said, "Would you have music In your heart through every day? Then read my Word; I will guide you Every step along life's way." I met God at midday Once within the burning heat When the pathway seemed too rugged For my weary, toil-worn feet. But the peace He gave at noontime Filled me then with ardor new, Gave me strength and fresh new courage For the tasks I had to do. I met God one evening When the sun was setting red. When its flaming scarlet beauty Filled the sky above my head. And He said, "Would you like beauty In your life each day to see? Choose my way and I will show you Beauty as you walk with Me." WHAT THE MASTER LOVED The The The The Master loved the beautiful, lilies, white as snow, Sea of Galilee reflecting evening's sunset glow.

He loved the hills and valleys, The birds in woodland green, The fields so white to harvest, The rain-washed leaves so clean. The Master often went alone Into a mount to pray, The Master loved the simple things Surrounding folk each day.

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LIFTED UP She was bowed down With vision only on the ground below; She could not see the moon and stars, And all that beauty know. She could not see The faces of the folk aroundJust hear their voices tell How new sight could be found. The Master touched her And with her back made straight Again she was a new-made woman And could human joys relate. She didn't need To look at dust that day around her feet For Christ had touched her back And healing was complete. Her bonds unsnapped And then she was forever free, New everlasting joy then filled her soul When she the Lord could see. Are we bowed down So all the beauties of the world and all the joy Surrounding us are never seen, as things Less nice our vision may employ? The dear Lord says, "Here, let me straighten you so I can use Your talents, time and vision too each day As I may choose."

THE MASTER'S VOICE Did Christ sing a hymn with the men He loved As around the table that night He sat with the group whose hearts were sad And all joy had taken flight? Was the hymn they sang a psalm of praise Or had peace from their hearts fled away? Did they know the grief that was soon to come From the words they'd heard Him say? Did the Christ have a beautiful tenor voice Or a bass that was deep and strong? Could He join those men in the hymn that night When everything seemed so wrong? We may never know if He sang that song In the years so long ago, But He prayed for peace and strength that night That God's will He would surely know. I wish we could hear the Lord Christ sing, But if that is not our part. We still can hear His tender voice When He speaks His peace to our heart. STRENGTH A task is coming up next week For which I feel unfit, And so I worry and I fuss How I can care for it. When suddenly I hear a voice That shows to me the way, "You have the strength, my child, to do The task that comes today."

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GRANDMA--MOTHER--HOME

FIRST PLACE HONORS My mother never wrote a book On subjects quite profound, But words of wisdom she could give That have proved sane and sound. My mother never made a speech Before a cheering throng, But she knew the words to say When things were going wrong. My mother never wrote a song To reach the topmost ten. But lullabies and helpful hymns We heard time and again. My mother always had a smile Though sometimes she was sad; She practiced many kindly deeds To make her family glad. And though she wept when I was wed She put her thoughts aside That nothing make a cloud that day For me, the happy bride. And when my brother went away To wear the Navy blue, We wept, but mother's starry eyes Were bright as summer dew. My mother never forced her way, But down through all the years Her smile, her deeds and wise advice Forevermore endears.

THE GOOD OLD DAYS My grandma talked of husking bees And all the games they played; Of Hallowe'en and fancy dress In which they were arrayed. She told of how charades were tops And other simple plays, She said they were a part of life In the good old fashioned days. It seems that bobbing apples too Was a favorite way of fun, Or maybe popping popcorn When the evening had begun. They liked to cook up taffy balls And pulled it o'er and o'er, And then around the fireplace They sat upon the floor. Since that was years and years ago We have a different phase, I wonder is ours better Than they had in those old days.

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GRANDMA'S PUMPKIN PIES November with its crisp, cool days Gives energy and zest. Thanksgiving comes with joy and praiseOf holidays the best. I like to think of bygone years, And with my heartfelt sighs, My memory will take me back To grandma's pumpkin pies. They always were an artist's dream So smooth and shiny brown; The scalloped flaky crust supreme Surrounded like a crown. And, oh, the fragrant, spicy smell Would always tantalize! They made Thanksgiving perfectMy grandma's pumpkin pies. They stood upon the shelf so wide To greet us as we came, And every year there side by side They always looked the same. The turkey, with its stuffing, made Us open wide our eyes. But always we reserved some space For grandma's pumpkin pies. We children in reunions meet, But grandma's task is done, We often wish we could repeat Those days so long time gone. So now we meet at mother's house And hopes within us rise, For mother has the recipe Of grandma's pumpkin pies.

MA SAID Ma said when she was just a child The kids knew how to act; They never "sassed" their folks at allMa said it was a fact. Ma said they hurried home from school At four o'clock each day, And changed their clothes and went to work, And never stopped to play. Ma said they always combed their hair, And washed their face and hands; They kept their shoes all shined and clean Without their ma's commands. They always ate the hearty foods, And never picked and fussed, So that was how they grew so big, By eating whole wheat crust. My ma would make me often think The years of long ago Were better, happier days by far Than days that now I know. These things ma tells I always let Go lightly o'er my head; I still would choose my life in spite Of what my ma has said. MEDITATION TIME The meal was over and the folk All went their several ways, An Mom was left there all alone In a sort of lonely daze. For never one of those who ate Took his dishes to the sink, So Mother had her quiet time To wash dishes and to think.
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HARMONY Like an orchestra rehearing I'd compare a family group With no member and his own skill Starring honors try to scoop. There must be a gentle blending Of each player in his place, So again the family living Will emerge in strength and grace. KEEN SIGHT My Grandma wore her spectacles And she could always see When some one had a problem Or were sad as they could be. I asked her how she always saw As she could always do Those things to help somebody then To lift their burdens too. And she replied with a small smile That it was a way she had To see thro all her busy life Which things are good or bad. And so I'd like some spectacles So I'll have a better view When I can help some other folk To choose the right way too.

MOM'S EXAMPLE My Mom is full of lots of fun, With games and jokes and laughter; But me-l never think of good jokes Until a long time after. My Mom is always doing things To bring a joy to others; But me-l never get around to help, They seem a lot of bothers. My Mom is thinking of her friends Along with money spending; But me-if I can buy just for myself, That gives me joy unending. Why am I selfish as I am, While Mom is always sharing: For Mom-she alwaygets the joy Because she's always caring. I'd like to learn just how to do Unselfish acts quite gaily, But oh, I know 'twill only come By practicing it daily.

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THE SECOND WEEK IN MAY We turn pages of our calendar Each week or month or day, Until we reach this special timeThe second week in May. And why do we regard this time Perhaps above the others? Because upon this special day We honor all our mothers. Who are the mothers we revere This second week in May? They are the ones who stand by us In an understanding way. They understand each mood and thought And give us loving care; They lift us to the throne of God Whene'er they voice a prayer. Through childhood days she made us games We dearly loved to play; And now we're glad to honor her This second week in May. Our youth was blest with loving home Where friends could often meet, And in perplexing problems, too, Her wisdom was complete. All through our life we could depend On her understanding heart, And though we may have failed her oft And lived our life apart, One thing we knew; her love stayed on And never turned away And that is why we honor her This second week in May.

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NATURE

SPRING EXPLODED Spring exploded one morning, One wonderful morning in May; Popcorn all over the plum trees. And peach blossoms dainty and gay. Lilacs so fragrant and lacy Are filling the yard with perfume, The birds so busy house hunting Sing gaily with no time for gloom. The iris wave purple banners, The tulips of crimson and gold. The international colors Display so all can behold. A little brook sweet and singing Went dancing its own merry way, Yes, spring exploded one morning, One wonderful morning in May. THE AUTUMN MAPLE It did not know it was a show Of beauty in the glade, It did not glow so folk would know It was a beauteous shade. That maple tree, we can agree, In its dress of autumn red Stood out alone as on a throne Where people seldom tread. It did not plan to coax the man With its artistry so bright, But every day in nature's way It was a great delight. Of all the trees in autumn's breeze That maple was best dressed, So straight and trim, so tall and slim It was kind nature's best.

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THE BEAUTIFUL MANATEE From the Green Bridge I gaze toward the west And as far as I now can see A scene of great beauty is there at its bestThe beautiful Manatee. A mile in its width at most times it's serene, Again it is rough as it can be, As waves roll and dash when the wind is keen On the beautiful Manatee. And then in the hours as the tides ebb and flow The fish are so lively and free, And the birds that love water will come and go On the beautiful Manatee. The Green Bridge that spans this water so clear Has traffic of interest to me, And now that I'm here and it all is so near On the beautiful Manatee. It flows to the Bay and the Gulf just beyond With no curb to its liberty, And artists and fishermen, each one has found Great joy on the Manatee.

CLOUD DREAMS Pretty littje fluffy clouds Like frosting on a cake Make me think it really is Something you could bake. Sometimes they look like little lambs In the field at play, Then suddenly they look like snow On a winter day. I think of mountains high and tall In a far-off sky; Or a ship with sails all spread That goes sailing by. What a lot of fun I have In a summer dream Watching clouds pile up to be Like other things they seem. MARCH WINDS Scraps of paper, lots of dust Your watchful eye doth meet. Sticks and weeds and flying grassesMarch winds blowing down the street. Branches falling from the trees At evening or at dawn, Bushes swaying, birds' nests breakingMarch winds blowing o'er the lawn. March wjnds you may blow your hardest At morning, night or noon, Spring is just around the corner, For April's coming soon. A CAMPING TRIP Stand around a camp fire With bacon fragrance in the air. Watch the bread a-toasting, Breakfast soon you'll share. What can bring more pleasure As you run and skip Than breakfast by a campfire On a vacation trip?

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MARCH Did you say that March is horrid With its high winds and its snow? Well, it has some things to offer In those winds that whirl and blow. They can make a kite fly higher, Blow the birds about the sky, They can represent the winds of life Testing us as they pass by. March can be a time of hope In the thoughts within our mind, Then with cleansing, planting, planning Great new pictures we can find. Lift your chin a little higher So your vision is more clear; March has many things to offer When it greets us every year. A SUMMER DAY Lazy summer days. Loafing by a stream, Close your eyes and listen As tho in a dream. Hands behind your head, Look up toward the sky Watch a train of cloudlets As they travel by. Try to read a story, Nothing very deep, But before you know it You are fast asleep. There is nothing nicer On your quiet way Than a time of loafing On a summer day.

MY TREE Oh, did you see my tree today, It's down the road a-piece, It is not mine by title Or some one's kind release. But it is mine to see each day In spring when leaves unfold; All through the summer and the fall When leaves turn red and gold. And then when winter comes again And it is stark and bare, Its arms reach out to hold the birds That come from everywhere. So all year round that tree is mine And joy it gives to me, Whoever thought I'd love it soThat beautiful big tree. RAIN I like the smell of rain. The flying dust and heavy heat Upon the city's nearby street Caused persons to complain. But then came rain! The flowers in their narrow bed Raised up each waiting thirsty head And looked fresh again. I like the rain! Twas something like a little gameFirst drops, and then the deluge came On streets and window pane. I like to watch the rain. The rivulets like rivers small On cottage or on buildings tall Rush toward the drain. So all that rain Joins in a larger, swifter streamA creek or river in their dream Their destination thus to gain. Yes, I like the rain.

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THE SEASONS What season would you say is best Spring, summer, winter, fall. For special beauty comes with each For God has made them all. The trees, the flowers, the birds that sing, The winter snow so white Each season is a lovely time For God made nature right. SPRING The allamandas on the vine, The tulips brightest red, And all the pink geraniums Make up the springtime bed. The pansies and the marigolds Their colors madly fling, And other flowers and also birds Complete the lovely Spring. SPRING REUNION The tulips peeked from out the ground When the birds began to sing, They thought about the daffodils And the family gathering. The bluebells and narcissus Had come the day before, They liked to welcome all the rest And see the clothes they wore. The narcissus, dressed in paper white Arrived with smiling face. And violets, with much green trim Filled their allotted space. These friends 59 dear and very bright Arrive when it is Spring, Wearing blue and white and yellow At this family gathering. SEEDS I gaze in awe at all the power Within my hands I hold, I cannot tell what mystery Those tiny seeds enfold. For some are brown and very small, And some are black, I see, While others scarlet as the beads Of a Buddhist rosary. But with a likeness of itself Each seed in days to come. Will do its part as God intends To beautify its home. SUMMER SUNSET On a quiet summer evening I stood facing toward the west, And the scene that lay before me Aroused a rev'rence in my breast. The air was calm and tranquil, The sun was setting low, The clouds were blue and fleecy And etched with golden glow. I scarcely felt like breathing, The picture was so grand, For it was surely painted By God, the Master hand.

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THE SKY
Would you like to attend a drama today With never a single repeat? Tis perfect with back drop provided and yet The drama is never complete. It may be a flock of lambs you may see Cavorting in field or wide plain; It may be some mountains or castles so fine, Or maybe a boat or a train. And where do you see this picture for free? Well if you will just lift your eyes It is visible always wherever you look Toward heaven and there see the skies. Walk westward down any street in a town Toward a sunset, so brilliant and redWill you see many people who give it a thought. Or ever have lifted a head? Will a person at home, on a ship or a train Lay down a book in his hand To look at the flaming beauty out there? They all fail to quite understand. "The sky is the daily bread to the eyes," A poet once quietly said, So if life seems to be at its worst today There is splendor and glory o'erhead.

WINTER BEAUTY Just yesterday the meadow Was stubbled, rough and brown And edged with sedge bewhiskered Worse than a circus clown. Then evening brought the snowfall, All night it took to make What we saw in the morning A mammoth white-iced cake. Then the wind, a master-baker Turned stumps to rosebuds gay, While the Hill in white mustachio Called children out to play. The summer house stood silent Like a stiff and aging man, Who was looking for his partner From the days when time began. We emerged to see the beauty Quite like a wedding book And gazed upon all nature With a strange inquiring look. That Hill white-skirted, shining, Like a bride with costly gems, The rippling fabric edged with lace And stitched in split rail hems. For hours it seemed that nothing moved Except birds in ribbon flight, The cardinals and blue jays came And were a pleasant sight. And then two collies ventured out To romp and play in fun. They marked the icing on that cake Ere day had well begun. But outside the kitchen window One bird in Santa red Asks to be remembered When winter joys have sped.

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A WINTER DAY A winter day is beautiful When trees all bare and white Are covered with confetti And shining in the light. The sunshine brings the sparkle 'Gainst a stern marshmallow sky. But life is still within them For Nature does not die. INDIAN SUMMER The sun arises in a mist of gray. The grass holds sequined dew, The river mirrors trees so tall Beneath a sky of blue. The gypsy winds like vagabonds Sweep over hill and plain Like dreamers seeking lovely spots Across a wide domain. October showers are muffled Like moccasins on grass, So gently it is falling Like ghosts that daily pass. The insects still are present With little gossamer wings, And maybe in the distance A lonely robin sings. Soon all the green will vanish The scarlet, amber, gold, The splendor of the season Is wonderfully told. This pattern of the seasons, This autumn magic free Is God's pattern of great beauty In a lovely symphony.

XI. NEW

YEARS

IT'S NEW
Good morning, little smiling face, I see you are quite new, I'd like to make you welcome here And say, "How do you do." I see you have a traveling case And so you've come to stay, We'll try to make you welcome here Upon this bright new day. We'll get to know each other As days and months appear, But now we only know you As a very brand new year. CLOSE THE BOOK The ledger for another year is closed With all its golden dreams. So many ended in futilitySo few brought joy it seems. Why is it when a year is new And we make plans so fine We fail to make deeds fit so that Success and joy combine. And then the year comes to its close. We may look back with dread; Why did we fail to do our best So now we're sad instead!

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A NEW YEAR The stage was set and I was there With just a bit-of fright and scare, The curtain just behind me fell As tho there was no more to tell. It was the ending of a year With all its problems and its cheer; The calendar was faded, torn Before the brand new year was born. My mem'ry took me down the road Where many months their use now showed, I felt embarrassed as I saw Where I had failed and made each flaw. And I felt sad for then I knew These errors came because my view Was too self-centered; I must look now To help some one. . . .but how, just how. . . I could not tell. And then so silently A curtain rose in front of me. The way was strange but very clear And I could walk without a fear. And on this day of a new year Where some may feel life is austere, I'll walk in confidence, wide-eyed And be a friend whate'er betide. And I must find new tasks to do If I would work the whole year through.

UNFAMILIAR WAYS I looked down that long, long path At the beginning of the year; The path had many curves in it So 'twas not entirely clear. I wondered if I dared to start When the way I could not see. But I remembered in the past That God was good to me. Of course the way was sometimes rough, I stumbled oft and fell. But His strong hand had lifted me And victory I could tell. So now I know if in the past I found His strength was mine, So in this new year I can trust His guiding strong and fine. NEW YEARS Everything seems to have a beginning. The world, mankind and time, And the new year is also celebrated In every land and each clime. New Years Days are universal, Though perhaps on a different date; Some nations observed it at Christmas, Or used March to celebrate. Some have gay celebrations And some have no parties at all; We like open house get-togethers When our friends will plan to call. And so we begin the new year Where improvement may be the rule, A challenge around us is waiting, For new service we may be the tool. Just how do we meet every challenge? Each day is a block we can use, So when this year will be history We'll rejoice any way we might choose.

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PRAYERS

WISHES

A QUIET HOUR It is a very helpful way To set aside an hour each day To think of holy things. You may not need a golden pen Or anything but listening when A robin sings. When dawn peers through the window pane Or noontide in the sun or rain Or in the twilight hourWe then can get our hearts in tune And it will be an extra boon To feel God's power. With the soul a sanctuary where A feel of angel wings to share We find that needed rest; And birds with joyous melody In such a pleasant coterie Our souls are blest. TOWARD THE SUNRISE Keep my face turned toward the sunrise, Toward a new and better day With desires and new thoughts planted In a good and useful way. May I never be retreating From a goal, both good and wise; Give me courage to go walking Toward the sun as it may rise.

OUR GOD Long prayers or short prayers, All prayers that call for aid Don't fall to the ground unnoticed When to our God they're made.
They are gathered in a golden bowl And as an incense rare They reach our God and so He knows And answers every prayer. Sometimes He says, "It is not best To give you what you ask, For it wouldn't be the way To help you in your task." Sometimes He says, "Now wait a bit, I want you to know I care," So we can know, though it takes long, Our God hears and answers prayer. A GOOD WISH Should I wish for you a rose-rimmed path For your feet to tread each day? Or for silken sails on a stormless sea With never a sky of gray? Should I now wish for never a stone Upon the road you tread? No, I'll wish for you a courage strong And a valient heart instead.

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SHORTIES

GARDEN GROWTH He planted radish seed one dayThe kind? Round, ruby red, His dreams were good, but all he grew Was very tired instead. GOD'S HAND Weary I was and discouraged For rough was the pathway I trod, But I reached out to help a neighbor And touched the hand of God. HARD BOILED Man is like an egg sometimes If he's in hot water long, The more hard boiled he will become And not liked by weak or strong. AN OPTIMIST There are optimist and pessimists, But this difference I will shout: An optimist believes a house fly Is really trying to get out. HE WATCHED A father, boasting of his son Who liked each hour to sit, "You give the name of any sport He always watches it."

CLEAR EYES Eyes washed in tears can better see The needs of many others; God help that I may know concern For lost and needy brothers. THE COLD His cold, he said, was very bad, He could not enjoy his food. And that made me ponder silently If a cold is ever good. DAY ATTIRE "What dress shall I put on today To wear about the place?" Be sure no matter what you choose To include a happy face. DOGGIE WAYS It isn't the size of the dog in the fight, But the size of the fight in the dog That determines how Fido or Spot will win In their own canine dialog. DON'T WORRY Worry won't empty tomorrow, (This, I know, you'll discover at length) Of all its care and its sorrow, But will empty today of its strength.

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THAT PATH Would you like the world to make a path To your door today like a trap? Well all you need to do, I say, Is try taking a little nap. THE RAINBOW'S POT A modern American sees in the sky A bow held in high regard, For the pot at the end of that rainbow bright Holds many a credit card. THE RIGHT MOMENT The speaker said, "In conclusion" So the optimistic one Knew it was time to find her shoes And quickly slip them on. THE RIGHT TREE There are family trees that flourish, There are some in deepest ruts, So be careful when you check yours For you just might find some nuts. THAT TOUCH It was the hour of morning prayer For those in sanctuary fair, And hand clasped hand of some one near And God touched mine, firm and sincere. I know that touch, I understandThere is no touch quite like God's hand.

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THANKSGIVING

MY THANKSGIVING My purse may not be filled with gold And be bursting forth with wealth, But oh, I'm thankful every day For my continued health. I may not eat of pricless food, Nor taste of caviar, But I'm thankful that sufficient On my table doth appear. My closet hooks may not be filled With gowns so rich and rare, But I'm thankful that warm garments Have been mine each day to wear. I may never be a speaker On whose words a soul depends, But I'm thankful for the many Folks I know each day as friends. I may never have the talent Of the song bird's sweetest art, But again I'm very thankful That there's music in my heart. I am thankful for our country, To its basic laws I'm true; I am thankful for "old glory" Precious red and white and blue. Home and friends and lovely country, Health and food and clothes to wear, All these make me very thankful For my Father's loving care. I am thankful for the future Glorious home that I shall have, For my Savior, who so gladly Gave His life my own to save. I can't count the many blessings Of each year nor of each day, But my heart says, "Thank you, Father,' As I daily kneel to pray.

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SHALL I GIVE THANKS? Shall I give thanks to God above Each day and every hour? Shall I say thanks for summer days, And every lovely flower? Shall I say thanks for daily bread, For health and strength each day? Shall I be thankful for all good Each time I kneel to pray? Shall I thank God for problems great That oft beset my path? And also thank Him for the things That make me smile and laugh? Shall I say thanks for clothes I need Before the need is great. Or just accept them when they come. My thanks to stimulate? Can I be thankful for my friends Who patiently can see My many faults, yet are so true Though we may not agree? I say, can I so thankful be Before the blessings go, Or do I wait till I have lost These things I daily know? Oh, may I have a thankful heart As I may make request, For God in all His loving power Will give to me the best.

THANKFULNESS What am I thankful for this year. On this Thanksgiving Day? So many people take their share Of blessings on life's way; And not a word of thanks they give For daily loving care; Never improve the way they live. Never their blessings share. And I? Am I much better now Than careless folk today? Can I my head so humbly bow When thanks to God I say? Lord, may I have a thankful heart For family blessings dear; For opportunities apart To offer help and cheer. May I recall Your presence, too, In times of deep distress, When often You have brought me through To days of happiness! My human mind may oft forget, But thankfulness today My heart in joy wilt oft beget Whene'er I kneel to pray.

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THE THANKSGIVING SPIRIT Would you be a giver from your treasure chest today? Would you share with others things you've gained along the way? Would you know the joy and pleasure you'll receive when you can share. Maybe food or clothing or a ride or perhaps the hour of prayer? There is joy when you're receiving of the love of your dear friends For the gift of friendship is so lasting that it never truly ends. There's an understanding spirit that develops year by year And the understanding spirit will for you become more dear. But perchance the need is noted in a person you don't know, Then this spirit of good sharing you can really try to show. It's the Thanksgiving spirit in the autumn of the year When the giver and receiver share the joy that God makes dear. THANKSGIVING Should Thanksgiving come but once a year When we reflect on blessings dear? Ah no, it should come every day With every morning as we pray. With every noontide as we go About the tasks that are ours to do. And then again at eventide As hours of labor past us glide. We bow our heads and knees in prayer For blessings round us everywhere. Not just one day within the year, But everyday give thanks sincere.

XV. W E D D I N G S

WEDDING VOWS Before an altar decked with flowers They stood there side by side; He, the loving husband And she, the tender bride. The vows had just been spoken Which they would not forget As years would draw them closer With no sigh of regret. "To love and cherish ever," A promise old, but new, Through years all other couples Had pledged that they'd be true. But on this summer evening Again the vows were saidThese young folk now were kneeling And bowed each heart and head. "To love and cherish ever," Till life for each shall end; To mold their lives together As both their lives will blend. Such promises remembered As year will follow year Will bring to both great happiness As future joys appear.

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OUR HOME Our wedding day was nearing, We planned our home with care, The table and the hat rack here, And there the easy chair. The rug a solid color, The woodwork painted whiteWe know our little love nest Will be our great delight. The space for our piano Must be very near at hand, For music in our happy lives Would be in great demand. The kitchen bright and cheery, With gadgets shining bright. Would make it just the finest To work in, day or night. The living room all cheery With sunshine streaming in Would give the right incentive Each day's work to begin. Perhaps a bright canary, A fern, a book, a vase Would help to make it truly Our own especial place. Now many years of pleasure Have flown by on wings. And still each heart in maesure With gladsome music rings. We've traveled East and journeyed West, But wherever we may roam, We're always glad to hurry back And enjoy our happy home.

RULES FOR A HAPPY MARRIAGE Courtship days should never end, Broken joys must quickly mend; Courteous be when you are wed; Loving words must still be said. Special dates do not forget, Vexing problems bravely met. Good times should be shared together, Smile in sun or stormy weather. Learn to study every mood. Likes and dislikes understood. Humor in a liberal dose Helps to bring the other close. Give a parting goodbye kiss, This be sure to never miss. Do not argue, quarrel or flirt For these can bring a lasting hurt. Don't spend more than income fair As for the future you prepare. "In-laws" often trouble bring When they direct in everything. Rules may come and rules may go, But the best thing each should know To have a lasting, happy life Free from jealousy and strife. Ask the Christ to be the Guide, Keep Him ever near your side. Courtesy, kind words and love Will make a home like heaven above.

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WEDDING JOY Dainty dresses, lovely flowers. Palms and ferns galore. Beauty in the candlelight, Happiness in store. Nervous? Yes, 'tis always so. But there's joy within; There they promise to be true, And new ways begin. What a happy wedding day! Tremulous they smile, But the joy within their hearts Will withstand each trial. Wedding days bring happiness To a man and maid, But God's blessing will be theirs When for it they've prayed. MY WEDDING DAY PRAYER A glorious blue sky, the air so sweet and warm, By open window now I kneel to pray; The month is lovely June-there's joy within my heart. At last has come our happy wedding day. The music of the birds finds echo in my heart, My lips and heart toward God I lift in prayer, I ask His blessing on the years which lie ahead, I seek His kind protection and His care. I ask for courage as life's trials come along. And pray I may have wisdom for each test, 0 may I always have a sympathetic heart, And give our married life its very best. I'm asking that I'll always be a loving pal, A gay and understanding kind of friend, And learn the art of sharing laughter every day, And thus the broken dreams of life to mend. But first and most of all, God guide our path And make our home a blessed place to stay, O may we be as happy in the years to come As we are now upon our wedding day.

STARDUST There is Stardust in her eyes today Perhaps a tear drop too, But happiness glows in her smile As dreams of youth come true. The satin of the wedding gown. The veil and necklace white, From head down to the slippered feet Are dreams of great delight. The flowers, the candles and a ring, The songs proclaiming !ove, The blessings of the man of God For peace from heaven above. Yes, there's Stardust in her eyes today As a new life she'll start, For on this happy wedding day There's love within her heart. AT THE WEDDING The shining candles by each seat that night Beside the canvas covered aisle Direct the footsteps of the bride in white Down to her lover with a smile. The organ music, palms and dresses prim Add to the sacred holy hour, When joy and happiness fill to the brim Their hearts, as dew upon a flower. The vows are given and the prayer is said. They rise - 'twas never thus like thisHer veil arranged, and then she lifts her head, And there receives her wedding kiss.

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A WOODLAND WEDDING I went to a wedding in Woodland, Miss Dogwood a charming bride made, And Gay Wild Peach as maid of honor In daintiest pink arrayed. The bridesmaids were Golden Forsythia, Lacy Lilac stood at her side, Their perfume was almost o'erwhelming As they stood by the beautiful bride. Quite near the bride was the bridegroom, In fashion most worn in the spring, There Mr. Red Oak in his splendor Rejoiced when he heard May bells ring. A chorus of birds sang so sweetly Upon that fair morning in May, And all of the Woodland was happy On that beautiful spring wedding day.

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