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Little things like time, words and thoughts
Shared with others, taken so much for granted
That which can so easily slip away…
How little we know how long it will last

Take all the good, place it deep within
Wonderful things that really happened
No one can ever take them from us
Locked away, ours to keep forever…
To remind us that we were special

By Dee
1999
(Written about a special helper)

 

I Shall Not Pass This Way Again

The bread that bringeth strength I want to give
The water pure that bids the thirsty live;
I want to help the fainting day by day;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give the oil of joy for tears,
The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears
Beauty for ashes may I give always;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give good measure running o'er
And into angry hearts I want to pour
The answer soft that turneth wrath away;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.

I want to give to others hope and faith;
I want to do all that the Master saith;
I want to live aright from day to day;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.

Author unknown

 

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me
I may not choose the colors,
He knows what they should be

For He can view the pattern
From His, the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the under side

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully


'Tis He who fills the shuttle,
He knows just what is best:
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave with Him the rest.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why;

The dark threads are as needful,
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Author unknown

 

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