Have faith in God, He hears thy prayers; He doth understand every one. Though dark the night with dread alarms, Beneath are God's eternal arms. THE STORY OF A FOOL One day there was a little task God wanted me to do, But I said, "Lord, You'll have to wait, I've got no time for You. I have this little child to raise. And prices are so high; Besides we've found a house and lot We thought we'd like to buy. Soon I took on some extra work, No church— I was too tired. But I got up on Monday morning, I had to— or get fired! Then I said, "I'll have to use The money I owe You. I have so many creditors Whose bills are coming due." And so I went along for years With never a thought for God; Until one day my little child Was laid beneath the sod. The lovely home we'd bought for her Seemed empty now— so bare. In anguish then I turned to God And cried, "It isn't fair That you should take my little one And cause my wife these tears; When we have been so happy here These few short, busy years." 'Twas then I heard the voice of God Come ringing in my ear— " I called upon you once but then My cry you would not hear. Now in your grief you cry for Me, 'Why must this sad thing be?' Your little child became your god, She took the place of Me." Oh my dear friend, find time for God, In everything you do. If not, you'll find that one day He Shall have no time for you. — James McGinley
THE DAY THAT IS TO BE I stand between the day to be And the yesterday that's past. I cannot alter that which was, Though hating my errors cast. I can't recall embittered words Flown forever far from me, Nor can I withdraw the poison barb— Prideful thrust of jealousy. I can't remove the roughshod print Where I trod on your heart, Unheeding then by selfish haste, That you might wish a part. Alas, amid the good and bad— The deeds of yesterday, I must confess, I must repent— Attempt to mend my way. I must invoke in Jesus' name, God's mercy, pure and clean, To wash just now, amend my way— Erasing each ill between. I will today with tender words A new-found love reveal. I too will give to others place, And pray God's balm to heal. O day between, O .day of hope, Today belongs to me That I may alter and prepare For the day that is to be. GOD'S ETERNAL A RM S When trials come with weight untold, And sorrows of your life take hold, Through every ill that wounds and harms, Beneath are God's eternal arms. He knows thy way, He holds thy hand, Each joy or grief does understand; His gentle voice uplifts and charms, Beneath are God's eternal arms. When comes the day when life is done, Thy battles fought, thy race is run, His loving presence soothes and charms, Beneath are God's eternal arms. — R. W. Cooper
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