The Pride of Youth

Proud Maisie is in the wood,Walking so early;Sweet Robin sits on the bush,Singing so rarely.“tell me ,thou bonny bird,when shall I marry me?”-“when six braw gentlemenkirkward shall carry ye.”
“who makes the bridal bed,birdie, say truly?”-“The gray-headed sextonThat delves the grave duly.
“The glowworm o’er grave and stoneShall light thee steady;The owl from the steeple sing,Welcome, proud lady.”

I Like The Subtle

I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree - the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn...I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense...
I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip. The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be...I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together. In stead, an occasional greeting spreads our longings far beyond...I like the subtle longing for a friend, when I sink deeply in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the past...Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more...Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough; subtle love is tender; subtle longing is deep; subtle wishes come from the bottom of your heart...

the love

Freda Bright says, "Only in opera do people die of love." It's true. You really can't love somebody to death. I've known people to die from no love, but I've never known anyone to be loved to death. We just can't love one another enough.

A heart-warming story tells of a woman who finally decided to ask her boss for a raise in salary. All day she felt nervous and apprehensive. Late in the afternoon she summoned the courage to approach her employer. To her delight, the boss agreed to a raise.

The woman arrived home that evening to a beautiful table set with their best dishes. Candles were softly glowing. Her husband had come home early and prepared a festive meal. She wondered if someone from the office had tipped him off, or... did he just somehow know that she would not get turned down?

She found him in the kitchen and told him the good news. They embraced and kissed, then sat down to the wonderful meal. Next to her plate the woman found a beautifully lettered note. It read: "Congratulations, darling! I knew you'd get the raise! These things will tell you how much I love you."

Following the supper, her husband went into the kitchen to clean up. She noticed that a second card had fallen from his pocket. Picking it off the floor, she read: "Don't worry about not getting the raise! You deserve it anyway! These things will tell you how much I love you."

Someone has said that the measure of love is when you love without measure. What this man feels for his spouse is total acceptance and love, whether she succeeds or fails. His love celebrates her victories and soothes her wounds. He stands with her, no matter what life throws in their direction.

Upon receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, Mother Teresa said: "What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family." And love your friends. Love them without measure.

His Nail Pierced Hands

Those hands pierced at Calvary, are open today for you and me, Offering some God’s Salvation, while to others, their restoration, To those Believers, who know Him, but, who have fallen into sin, So the newly saved and restored, can both serve the Risen Lord.
As the task at hand is for all, those in Christ, both big and small, All restored out of trouble in sin, and all newly converted to Him, All to be part of the mission, to fulfill Christ’s Great Commission, Given to all, when Christ we receive, to help all around us believe.
We are all saved by God’s Grace, and set in Christ’s Eternal race, With a goal we’re not to diminish, a race that has no earthly finish, While on our Savior we fix our eyes, striving for that Eternal Prize, God’s prize not for one but all, who in service answer Christ’s call.
A call for each and everyone, who accepts the Gift of God’s Son, And comes to New Life in Him, lead by Christ’s Spirit living within, Guided by the Spirit of God, to be His witness on this earthly sod, A witness to the Cross of Christ, offering reason for His Sacrifice.
Pointing to His nail pierced Hands, as we journey across all lands, Even facing many unknown harms, we’re safe in His Eternal Arms, As the world we try to reach, with God’s message we must preach, That God above waits for you, to accept the Cross of Calvary too.

His Perfect Way

A quiet beginning to the day, reminds me that I need to pray.I need to call upon The Lord, to share with Him what’s in store, What’s in store for me today, as I seek The Lord’s Perfect Way, His Perfect Way in all things, through the Grace that He brings.With a full day at the start, things begin to burden my heart.Then I remember that He, Christ Himself, will not forsake me.I simply look to Him and ask, to guide me through every task.And as I go through my day, Christ is my guide, all the way.With a task to big to face, I must lean totally upon His Grace.I hear Christ say with a nod, “Be still and know that I am God.”Every task He leads me to, His Grace guides me fully through.And God again gets the praise, as I follow His Perfect Ways.If the day seems dark and bleak, it’s His face I need to seek, For its Christ that directs my ways, in the darkest of my days.He shines His Light on my path, from the first step to the last.With His Light guiding my way, The Lord quietly ends my day.A quiet end to a busy day, reminds me again that I need to pray, And trust God with all my heart, even before the day does start, Acknowledge Him in all I do, and He will surely see me through.I need to thank God for my day, for showing me His Perfect Way.