The easiest way to crush your lolls is to lean on them. * * *
ONLY GOD Man has made some wondrous prog ress In science, education, art, Things we never dreamed or thought of— Now are quite the common part. Man has learned to split the atom, Make nuclear bombs with ghastly threat, Man has proved that he can orbit Around the earth with ease and grace If he chooses, leave his space ship To take a stroll in outer space. Man_ unsatisfied still presses To gain a higher victory soon. Spending time and countless millions In a race to reach the moon. But man has never made a daisy Created life on barren plain, Miracle of God's creation Man never, ever, can attain. Only God can make a morning Bringing forth a brand-new day, With another chance to serve Him A s we travel life's highway. Only God can make a sunset, Gorgeous colors, vivid, bright; Stars that hang like jeweled clusters Twinkling softly through the night. Only God can paint a rainbow, Stretch it clear across the sky. Reassurance of His promise— Man by flood shall never die. Only God can calm a tempest Bid the boisterous waves be still, Lord and Master of creation All is subject to His will. Only God can take a sinner Cleanse his heart and set him free Fill his life with joy completely Save his soul eternally. Annihilate entire nations. Now the tragic stage is set.
COME UNTO ME Come unto Me, said Jesus, Ye who are weary and worn, Bring unto Me your burdens, And hearts that are anguish-tom. Come unto Me, ye toilers, Tired of the stress and strife. Find in M e a resting place. And calm for that troubled life.
Bring unto Me your sorrows. Ye who are bowed with grief, I have a joy for those who mourn, And a peace that brings relief. Come unto me, ye restless. Homeless and friendless, oh come, And I will give you a resting place, A place in my Father's Home. I know what it means to be weary, With no place to lay my head, I have shared the sorrows of many, And have wept beside their dead. Then come unto Me, ye troubled, Ye who are sore distressed, Come, ahd in coming to Me, you'll find A sweet and perfect rest. — Flora Osgood * Don't give from the top of your purse but from the bottom of your heart. * * * One day at a time, with its failures and fears. With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears, With its portion of pain and its bur den of care; One day at a time we must meet and must bear. One day at a time to be patient and strong; To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong; Then its toiling shall pass and its sor row shall cease; It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace. * * ONE DAY AT
ATIME
Only God, Almighty Sovereign Oh that men could only see, Only God, on earth, in heaven Only God eternally.
— E. Kathleen Tozer
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