Friendly Strangers

I like the simple friendliness Of Stranger’s on the street,

Who have the grace to say ‘Hello’ To anyone they meet,

Who never hesitate to smile, And lend a helping hand,

Or listen to a tale of woe And try to understand;

Who give directions if they can, And when the rain comes down,

Will share their own umbrellas with The other folks in town.

I always like the strangers who Display their plesent smiles

To ease the burden of this life And lighten weary miles.

I like their simple friendliness Where ever they may go,

Because they are polite and kind To those they do not know

God knows Best

Our Father knows what’s best for us, So why should we complain… We always want the sunshine, But He knows there must be rain.

We love the sound of laughter And the merriment of cheer; But our hearts would lose their tenderness If we never shed a tear.

Our Father tests us often With suffering and with sorrow; He tests us, not to punish us, But to help us met tomorrow.

For growing trees are strengthened When they withstand the storm; And the sharp cut of the chisel Gives the marble grace and form.

God never hurt us needlessly, And He never wastes our pain; For every loss He sends to us Is followed by rich gain.

And when we count the blessings That God has so freely sent; We will find no cause for murmuring And no time to lament.

For Our Father loves His children, And to Him all things are plain; So He never sends us pleasure When the soul’s deep need is pain.

So whenever we are troubled, And whenever we are troubled, And when everything goes wrong, It is just God working is us To make our spirits strong.

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Good One...

I am not bound to win;

but I am bound to be true.

I am not bound to succeed;

but I am bound to live by the light that I have.

I must stand with anybody who stands right;

Stand with him while he is right;

Part with him when he goes wrong.

I will stand by my belief.

Always.

It's The Journey That's Important...

Poet, John McLeod discusses life in this short poem. We hope the words inspire you to enjoy life as you journey through it. He reminds us while arriving is important what is more important is living each day. The verses are short but are full of wisdom.

It's The Journey That's Important...
Poet: John McLeod

Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old

Beyond our 'living memory'
A softly spoken prayer:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"

Ins and outs and ups and downs
Life's road meanders aimlessly?
Or so it seems, but somehow
Leads us where we need to be

And being simply human
We oft question and compare....
"Is the journey so important
Or the getting there?"

And thus it's always been
That question pondered down the ages
By simple men with simple ways
To wise and ancient sages....

How sweet then, quietly knowing
Reaching destination fair:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"