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The Nail

No one is insignificant …

Morning Story and Dilbert

As the story goes, they built a new church building and people came from far and wide to see it. They admired its beauty! Up on the roof, a little nail heard the people praising everything about the lovely structure-except the nail! No one even knew he was there, and he became angry and jealous.

“If I am that insignificant, nobody will miss me if I quit!” So the nail then released its hold, slid down the roof, and fell in the mud.

That night it rained and rained. Soon, the shingle that had no nail blew away, and the roof began to leak. The water streaked the walls and the beautiful murals. The plaster began to fall, the carpet was stained, and the pulpit Bible was ruined by water. All this because a little nail decided to quit!

But what of the nail? While holding the shingle, it was…

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Life Goes On

Life goes on, life goes on
Even when you thought it gone,
Even when you tried so hard
To shut it out and want it done.

It has a way of oozing out,
To make you cry,
To make you shout —
Life goes on.

I wonder if I really tried
To fully live and not to hide —
I wonder if I laughed and cried,
Would life go on?

If people knew my inner thoughts,
Would life go on?
If sometimes I would just express
Some tenderness,
Would it embarrass?

If honestly I said my piece,
And calmly thoughts I did release
With love, respect,
But would it still
Cause some regrets?

Does anybody want the truth?
Or would they rather have deceit?
Would they want to sugar coat
And keep our friendship on remote?

And even I
Might tell a lie
When fear is crouching
At my door.

But while there’s life there’s hope;
It’s not a joke.

Sweet Sleep

Come sweet sleep, awareness take;
Let heavy eyelids close their gates.
Let all my cares be put to bed —
Tomorrow they’ll be there instead.

Snores and sighs and murmurings;
Tossings, turnings, vivid dreams —
Let the shade of sleep be drawn
Until another day’s new dawn.

Where goes my soul when I do dream?
Unconscious in a sense I seem,
Yet living in another land
Of fantasies and fleeting scenes.

While in it’s slumber, mind does mend
The conflicts that my heart do rend,
And somehow then when I awake
A fresh perspective do I take.

So Great A Savior

Oh, so great a Savior
Who shed His blood for me,
Who loves beyond all measure
And hung upon a tree.

Who washed the feet of creatures
With dirt and sin defiled,
Who saw in me, a sinner,
A soul to save worthwhile.

Who in most-desperate persons
Sees holiness and good;
The thief, the whore, the tax man
With Him to heaven could.

O holy One and mighty
So great a price You paid.
Endured abuse from sinners
And in the grave was laid.

Oh, mighty, glorious Savior,
Who from the grave emerged
Victorious over satan,
And new my soul has birthed.

Summer’s Promise

The song of the train’s whistle
Through my window:
It’s like summer in my mind.
Smiles break out
And there’s plenty to eat,
And plenty of time.

When the flowers bloom,
Grim faces begin to relax.
Death has been defeated
One more time;
The winter’s grip is passed.

Though it’s not summer yet,
I can live it in my mind.

Endless Love

If I could only give my heart,
Tell those I love how much they mean.
And anger only shows I care;
To disagree does not mean hate.

If I could give a sunlit song
A calming balm, a hand so strong.
If I could tell each one I meet
How precious is their soul, and sweet.

One day I’ll learn to speak my mind
To honest be, and still be kind.
To let myself be hurt once more
And tell the tale of endless love.

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