A HAPPY HOME If you would have a happy home As through the years of life you go, It won't just happen through "good luck," Although some people think It so; But there are rules by which to live, And certain laws we must accept, Which God has made for all mankind, And these, we know,1must all be kept. Foundation for a happy home No human by himself can lay; For what he does, apart from God, Will some time wither and decay; But God has laid a solid Rock On which our lives and homes should rest, And if we build upon this Rock Our hearts and souls will then be blest. A home to be a happy home Must truly be a home of prayer, And meanwhile as the years go by Life's burdens each must help to bear; And when the tests sometimes are hard. Or sickness takes away the health, How sweet the comfort we can give That flows from hearts of godly wealth! A happy home is made through love, In which a lot of kindness reigns, And where God's Spirit shows us how To share our losses and our gains. Also the Guide Book in this home Is God's eternal Word of truth, Tht leads along the righteous way, Directing parents, children, youth. A happy home's a treasure rare That fame and money cannot build; And all the learning earth afford Cannot with sweetness keep it filled; Therefore the unseen grace of God Must, day by day, come flowing in, And keep the home-doors closed against All envy, hatred, strife and sin. — Rev. Walter E. Isenhour
A PRAYER Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are par doned; And it is in dying that we receive eternal life. With God— It matters n it if my path may lead By verdant pastures and waters still; What matters Is that I am His And in His blessed will. With God— It matters not if suffering come; We each must bear our share; What matters is that I am His And have His blessing there. With God— It matters not if long my life, Or brief shall be my days; What matters is that I am His And walking in His ways. With God— It matters not if sorrow rob Our joys, and those we love; What matters is that I am His And we shall meet above. With God— It matters not; and yet He cares In ways above our own; What matters is that I am His, Conformed to His dear Son. —Wilbert Donald Gough W H A T MATTERS MOST
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