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Guardian
Angel
A Guardian Angel
Flew down from above,
To teach me a lesson
About the powers of love.
She whispered to me,
Then took hold of my hand,
There are so many things
For you to understand.
About the powers of love,
And all it can do,
To someone who needs
To share it with you.
A pat on the back,
A kind smile on your face,
Can make someone's life,
A much brighter place.
It doesn't take much,
To show someone you care,
To give them the love,
God gave you to share.
So please keep in mind,
All the powers you possess,
To grace someone's life,
When they're in distress.
You've been put on this earth
To bestow the powers of love,
And with those final words,
She disappeared up above.
~author unknown~
The
Rose Beyond the Wall
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by the morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive--
The rose still grows beyond the wall,
Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
~ A. L. Frink ~
Whispering
Hope
Soft as the voice of an Angel
Breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word
Wait, till the darkness is over
Wait, till the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone
Whispering hope
Oh, how welcome thy voice
Making my heart
In its sorrow rejoice
If in the dusk of the twilight
Dim be the region afar
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star
Then, when the night is upon us
Why should the heart sink away
When the dark midnight is over
Watch for the breaking of day
Whispering hope
Oh, how welcome thy voice
Making my heart
In its sorrow rejoice
The Cross In My Pocket
I carry a Cross in my
pocket
A simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I am a Christian
No matter where I may be.
This little Cross is not
magic
Nor is it a good luck charm
It isn't meant to protect me
From every physical harm.
It's not for
identification
For all the world to see
It simply is an understanding
Between my Savior and me.
When I put my hand in my
pocket
To bring out a coin or key
The Cross is there to remind me
Of the price he paid for me.
It reminds me too, to be
thankful
For the blessings day by day
And to strive to serve Him better
In all that I do and say.
It's also a daily
reminder
Of the peace and comfort I share
With all who know my Master
And give themselves to His care.
So I carry a Cross in my
pocket
Reminding me, no one but me
That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life
If only I let Him be.
~ Verna Thomas ~
Journey
to Heaven
I
am going on a journey
To
a place I long to go
A
land that’s filled with angels
Where
the peaceful valleys flow.
I
have no need for luggage
So
I plan to travel light
A
first-class trip to heaven
It’s
a non-returning flight.
There
won’t be tears of sadness
Sweet
blessings I will reap
A
torch will burn eternal
And
the soul doth never sleep.
I
do not need an auto
There
is no bus or train
My
journey is predestined
And
I won’t be back again.
No
need for food or shelter
Everything
I need is there
My
home that lies in heaven
Is
a joy beyond compare.
I
am ready for my venture
Got
the voucher in my hand
I’m
bound for Zion glory
In
that far-off distant land.
I
am headed for that City
My
flight was paid for me
To
a land of peace and beauty
Just
beyond the crystal sea.
I
soon will have my ticket
There
is no need to pack
On
a one-way trip to heaven
And
I won’t be coming back.
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