GOD'S GIFT One day when God felt generous, He looked down at me and smiled, "Since I feel so magnanimous,

I'd like to give you something, child." He asked me what I wanted, I said, "Oh, really nothing more, You've done so much already." He said, "That's what God is for." "You have been pretty good," He said, I know there's not much that you seek, I will pick a little something, Just to make your life complete." With great anticipation, I looked forward to my gift, I wondered what God had in mind, That would give me such a lift. "This gift," God said, "You realize, Bears some responsibility, So, if you accept my present,

You must be willing to agree... "To offer unconditionally, A section or a part, Of more than half of you, The larger portion of your heart." "Okay, God," I answered, "Since in You, I always trust, I'll meet your obligation, In the manner that I must." To myself, I thought, wow, what a gift, For so much of me, God's asked, Now what could be so valuable, That my share was more than half? With both hands I sought my gift, I still did not have a clue, Then God put your hand in mine, And said His gift to me was YOU! by Virginia A. Ellis
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PEACE
There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror, for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought it was a perfect picture of peace. The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, and in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest. The King chose the second picture as the winner. "Because," explained the King, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace." ~Author Unknown~ "...The peace of God, which passeth all understanding..." Philippians 4:7

PEACE FROM WITHIN

We live in a world filled with fear and with strife, and sometimes it would seem there's no hope in this life. Each way we turn folks are suffering so, with no peace in their lives, only heartache and woe. I wish I could tell them the solution is plain to just call on Jesus, and trust in His name. In Him there's a peace that the world cannot know, for it comes from within, when we give Him control. Shirley W. Langley

When my life is filled with confusion, you help me see what is important. When each problem seems so overwhelming, you are there to help share the load. When I think of the word friend, I think of you.

Cherished Friend
God must have known there would be times We'd need a word of cheer Someone to praise a triumph Or brush away a tear. He must have known we'd need to share The joy of "little things" In order to appreciate The happiness life brings.

I think he knew our troubled hearts Would sometimes throb with pain At trials and misfortunes Or some goals we can't attain. He knew we'd need the comfort Of an understanding heart To give us strength and courage To make a fresh, new start. He knew we'd need companionship Unselfish...lasting...true, And so God answered the heart's great need With a Cherished Friend....like you. ~Author Unknown~

A Time To Believe
To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning. It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true. To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds, To know the wonder of a stardust sky and the wisdom of the man in the moon. To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart, The innocence of a child's eyes and the beauty of an aging hand, for it is through their teachings we learn to love.

To believe is to find the strength and courage that lies within us When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again. To believe is to know we are not alone, That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it. To believe is to know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen, And all our hopes and dreams are within reach. If only we believe. Author Unknown

MY MIRACLE How does one measure a miracle? What kind of gauge does one use? Should miracles be stupendous and grand, Breathtaking, enormous, and huge? Must the colors be vivid and shockingly bright? What volume of sound should one hear? Are miracles crafted of pure solid gold, Or fashioned of jewels so dear? How will I know if I've seen one? Will there be angels flying around? Will the sun be brilliantly shining? Will I see stars and a moon beaming down? Where do I look for my miracle? How will I know one is near? A simple answer then came to me, "Dear child, just look in a mirror." by Virginia A. Ellis

THE CHILDREN'S CHURCH

Youth and dreams indeed reside Inside a heavenly package, And serve to prove there is no truth To that old, familiar adage.

That youth is wasted on the young, Oh no! They're part of God's perfection, Their sweet innocence confirms They have the holiest connection. Not long removed from heaven's womb, Their ties are still intact, A joy to see - a joy to hear, God's messengers, in fact.

One day I watched the children play, Imagine my surprise, To see a church that they designed Appear before my eyes.

Their steeple was a massive tree, Their preacher's stand, a mound, Their pews were cushioned with green grass, In rows upon the ground.

Johnny, as the oldest boy, Was the self-appointed preacher, Jennie, not too far behind, Became their Bible teacher.

Their music leader's name was Hank, He left much to be desired, For Hank could hardly sing a note, Yet he chose to lead the choir.

The other kids were choir members, Or part of the congregation, As were the birds and bees and crawly things, And the rest of God's creations.

Soon, one heard sweet voices raised, By the children, all aglow, Their words, "Yes, Jesus loves me, And the Bible tells me so."

They all smiled and laughed with glee, And expressed their youthful joy, Then their preacher, Johnny, prayed, That precious, little boy.

"Okay, God, we sung our song, Please bless us ev'ryone, We will be good, just like we should!,

Amen! And now we're done!"

Not any well-trained preacher man Could be loved more greatly than this child, Nor any Bible teacher Be considered more worthwhile.

And no man-made church on earth could be, As close to God as this, This place has surely got to be God's Most Holy Edifice!

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

Said the robin to the sparrow, "I would really like to know Why those anxious human beings rush around and worry so." Said the sparrow to the robin, "Friend, I think that it must be

That they have no Heavenly Father such as cares for you and me." ~Elizabeth Cheney~
During those times in our lives when we need a helping hand or a reminder of how special we are, God will send a special friend. This page is dedicated to Liz, a dear friend of mine, who is always there to remind me how wonderful life can be. We might not have been born sisters but the Lord has allowed us to become that close.

"IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES"

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say our "I love you's", And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?" But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget,

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear, Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay". And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today ~anonymous~ *** From what I have been able to find out, most of this poem was written in the 1930s or 1940s by one of two authors. Two ladies claim credit for it and then was more recently adapted by another writer, a teenager. Will give credit to all three in the future.

Sad Love Poems

Break up with a lover is perhaps the most painful experience that one can face in his or her life. We love someone madly; we devote our life in the name of that person; we sacrifice our happiness for the well being of our lover and then one day we realize that we have lost that special person forever. Our love has moved away from us with someone else. Even the earnest efforts cannot keep our love near us. Time heals all pains, but even time cannot make us forget the memories of the lost love. The pain inflicted of betrayal and broken heart is poignantly expressed in the poem.

Standing Here

I'm standing here, Begging you, Why do you have to leave me?

I'm standing here, Waiting for you

To tell me the reason.

I'm standing here, Crying with you As I wait for you to tell me.

I'm standing here, Screaming at you As you plunge the final dagger.

I'm falling here, Watching you As you slowly walk away.

I'm crouching here, Hating you As I pick up the little pieces.

The little pieces of my heart.

You can read more beautiful poems on cheating and heart break online.

Disappearing Love

What happened to our love? It used to be so bright Loving, laughing, caring Then soon caught the night

You were my one and only love Cared for you too much

Then something happened

And slept with that man You deceived me I never felt so desperate

But I try to forgive you now And try not to think about before I love you so much It just hurts to ponder now

Everything I have Is because of you Everything I bought Was because of you

I just love you so much I'm scared to lose you