Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Twist on T'was the Night...

T'was the Night...
-Margie Knight, submitted to a newspaper by Heidl Hayes

T'was the night before Jesus came
and all through the house,
Not a creature was praying, not one
in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf
without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come
there.
The children were dressing to crawl
into bed.
Nor once ever kneeling or bowing a
head.
Mom in her rocker with the baby on
her lap,
Was watching the Late Show while
I took a nap.
When out of the east there arose
such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was
the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a
flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up
the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
But angels proclaiming that Jesus
was here.
With a light like the sun sending
forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be the
day.
The light of his face made me cover
my head.
It was Jesus returning, just as he
said.
And though I possessed worldly
wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw him in spite of
myself.
In the "Book of Life" which he held
in his hand,
Was written the name of every
saved man.
He spoke not a word as he searched
for my name,
When he said, "It's not here!" my
head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been
written with love,
He gathered to take to his father
above,
With those who were ready he rose
without sound,
When all the rest were left standing
around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late!
I had waited too long, and thus sealed
my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of
sight.
Oh! If only we had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem, the meaning
is clear,
The coming of Jesus is fast drawing
near,
There's only one life and when
comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true
after all.

Revelation 1:7
Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him,
and they also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth
shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen.


Sunday, December 1, 2013

Poems Found in Photo Album and Newspaper

"What You Are"
-Author Unknown

You tell what you are by the friends you seek
By the very manner in which you speak.
By the way you employ your leisure time.
By the use you make of dollar and dime.
You tell what you are by the things you wear.
By the spirit in which you your burdens bear.
By the kind of things at which you laugh.
By the records you play on the phonograph.
You tell what you are by the way you talk
By the manner in which you bear defeat.
By so simple a thing as how you eat.
By the books you choose from the well-filled shelf.
In these ways and more you tell on yourself.
So there's really no particle or sense-
In any effort of false pretense.

"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Apply
thine heart unto instruction, and thine ears to
the words of knowledge."
-Proverbs 23: 2a, 12

Every friend is like a Snowflake
Unique in beauty and design.
Each sparkles in a different way-
some are playful, some refined.
But, unlike fragile snowflakes
that fade when the sun appears,
friends grow yet more beautiful
with every passing year!

Which are You? By Ella Wheeler Wilcox in Harper's Weekly

There are two kinds of people on earth today,
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not sinner and saint, for 'tis well understood
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.

Not the rich nor the poor, for to count a man's wealth
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.

Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
Who puts on airs is not counted a man.

Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears,

No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.

Wherever you go, you will find the world's masses
Are always divided in just these two classes.

And oddly enough, you will find, too I wean,
There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.

In which class are you? Are you easing the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toll down the road?

Or are you a leaner, who lets other bear
Your portion of labor and worry and care?