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BROKEN DREAMS

As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried "How can you be so slow?"

"My child," he said "What could I do,

you never did let go."

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THE COLD WITHIN

Six humans trapped in happenstance, in dark and bitter cold,

Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back,

for of the faces around the fire, he noticed one was black.

The next man looking across the way, saw not one of his church,

and couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes. he gave his coat a hitch.

Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store,

and how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge, as the fire passed out of sight,

for all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain,

giving only to those who gave to him, was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's still hands were proof of human sin,

for they didn't die from the cold without, they died from the cold within.

Author Unknown.

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WHERE?

There was a little boy, on the week's first day,

coming home from Sunday School and wandering on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass and found a caterpillar.

He found a fluffy milkweed pod and blew out all the filler.

A bird's nest in a tree above, so wisely placed on high,

was just another wonder that caught his eager eye.

A neighbor watched his crooked course and hailed him from the lawn.

He asked him where he'd been that day and what was going on.

"I've been to Sunday School," he said as he turned a piece of sod,

and picking up a worm, he smiled, "I've learned a lot from God!"

"That's a fine way," the neighbor said, "for a boy to spend his time.

Now if you can tell me where God is, I'll give you a brand new dime."

Quick as a flash the answer came, the boy said without complaint,

"I'll give you a dollar, Mister, if you can tell me where God ain't!"

Author Unknown,

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HOW YOU SPEND YOUR DASH

I read of a man who stood to speak At a funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning... to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth

And spoke the next date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own The cars...the house...the cash,

What matters most is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left, That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real,

And always try to understand The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger, And show appreciation more

And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect, And more often wear a smile

Remembering that this special dash, Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy's being read With your life's actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?

Author Unknown

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"U"

Before U were thought of, or time had begun, God even stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you'll see that it's true, you can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name. For U, He was born; that's why He came.

His great love for U is the reason He died. It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand? He rose from the dead, with U in His plan.

The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension, He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true, that I love them all, just like I love U".

So many great people are spelled with a U. Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do, He'd like them to know, but it all starts with U.

~~Author Unknown~~

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