Daily Archives April 7, 2015

Christmas Time

It\’s christmas time once more
let\’s praise the king we adore
raise our hands, loudly sing
praise and honour to the King

Jesus Christ is born today
our light, our life, our way!!
step back from the busy crowd
take a breath and say out loud

All praise all honor all glory to you
Saviour Jesus we love you
The greatest gift to give this time
is to share this joy this Glorious time

the most perfect gift to give
is the touch of HIS love, HIS life, you live
more precious than expensive scents and gold
just capture the Christmas Spirit of old

Let the Spirit of Christmas fall all around
Let The name of the KING be the only sound
Let everything Praise HIM so
Jesus \”we love you so\”

Reach out, touch that lonely hand
let them feel you care, let them know
you can make a difference, spread the glow

The Parable of the Push-Ups

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was attending school in Utah. Brother Christianson taught at this particular school. He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that had been thrown out of another class as long as they would abide by his rules. Steve had been kicked out of his sixth period and no other teacher wanted him, so he went into Brother Christianson\’s class. Steve was told that he could not be late, so he arrived just seconds before the bell rang and he would sit in the very back of the room. He would also be the first to leave after the class was over. One day, Brother Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. After class, Bro. Christianson pulled Steve aside and said, \”You think you\’re pretty tough, don\’t you?\”

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Success is speaking words of praise,
In cheering other people\’s ways.
In doing just the best you can,
With every task and every plan.
It\’s silence when your speech would hurt,
Politeness when your neighbor\’s curt.
It\’s deafness when the scandal flows,
And sympathy with others\’ woes.
It\’s loyalty when duty calls,
It\’s courage when disaster falls.
It\’s patience when the hours are long,
It\’s found in laughter and in song.
It\’s in the silent time of prayer,
In happiness and in despair.
In all of life and nothing less,
We find the thing we call success.

A Little Fellow Follows Me

A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I dare not go astray,
For fear he\’ll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whatever he see me do, he tries.
Like me, he says, he\’s going to be,
The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see,
That little fellow who follows me.

I must remember as I go,
Thru summers\’ sun and winters\’ snow.
I am building for the years to be,
In the little chap who follows me.