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An Admirable Man |
If a man is honest with others
and with himself...
If he receives gratefully
and gives quietly...
If he is gentle enough to feel and strong
enough to show his feelings...
If he is slow
to see the faults of others but quick to discover
their goodness...
If he is cheerful in difficult times and
modest in success...
If he does his best to
be true to his beliefs...
Then he is truly an admirable man. |
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God's Finger Touched Me |
God's finger touched her and she slipped away
From earth's
dark shadows to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting
rough.
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed her
weary eyes,
And whispered, 'Peace be thine.'
To a
beautiful garden this friend has gone,
To a land of perfect
rest;
Though she is gone she still lives on
In the garden
of memory. |
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Crossing The Bar |
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call
for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems
asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When
that which drew from out the
boundless deep.
Turns home again.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of
farewell,
When I embark.
For tho' from
out our bourne
of time and place
The
flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot
face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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I'm Free |
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left alone undone must stay that way
I found that place at the close of day.
If parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief;
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now, with Him I'll be. |
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep |
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die. |
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The Lord's Prayer |
Our father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven,
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
For thine is the kingdom, and the power,
and glory, for ever and ever. Amen |
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FOOTPRINTS |
One night I had a dream. I was walking along the beach with
the Lord, and across the skies flashed scenes from my life. In each scene I
noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One was mine, and one was the
Lord's. When the last scene of my life appeared before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand, and to my surprise, I noticed that many times along
the path of my life there was only one set of footprints. And I noticed that
it was at the lowest and saddest times in my life. I asked the Lord about it:
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you
would walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the most troublesome
times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why
you left my side when I needed you the most."
The Lord
said: "My precious child, I never left you during your time of trial. Where
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Measure Of A Man |
Not – How did he die? But – How did he live?
Not – What did
he gain? But – What did he give?
These are the units To
measure the worth
Of a man as a man Regardless of birth.
Not – What was his station? But – Had he a heart?
And –
How did he play His God-given part?
Was he ever ready
With a word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, To banish
a tear?
Not – What was his church? Nor – What was his
creed?
But – Had he befriended Those really in need?
Not – What did the sketch In the newspaper say?
But – How
many were sorry When he passed away? |
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He Only Takes The Best |
God saw that she was getting
tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around
her,
And whispered… “Come With Me”
With tearful eyes
We watched her suffer,
And saw her fade away.
Although we
loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.
A golden
heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest;
God took
her from this earth to prove…
He only takes the best. |
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Miss Me, But Let Me Go |
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared -
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Maker's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds -
Miss me, but let me go. |
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The Memory Of Me |
I'd like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when day is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times, and laughing times
And bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve
to dry before the sun
Of happy memories I leave
behind
When day is done. |
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PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI |
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is
hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where this is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness,
joy.
0 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 pardoned, and it is in dying
that we are born to eternal life. |
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Twenty-Third Psalm |
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to
lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still
waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the
paths
of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk
through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no
evil:
for thou art with me; Thy rod and
thy staff they
comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the
presence of mine enemies: thou anointest
my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me
all the days of my life: and I will
dwell in the house
of the Lord forever. |
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When I Must Leave You |
When I must leave you for a little while,
Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years,
But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all the things the same.
Feed not your loneliness on empty days,
But fill each waking hour in useful ways.
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer,
And I in turn will comfort you
And hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!
Helen Steiner |
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That Man Is A Success |
That Man Is A Success…
who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much;
who has gained the respect
of intelligent men
and the love of children;
who has filled his niche
and accomplished his task;
who leaves the world better
than he found it,
whether by an improved poppy,
a perfect poem
or a rescued soul;
who never lacked appreciating
of earth's beauty
or failed to express it;
who looked for the best in others
and gave the best he had.
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Wind Beneath My Wings |
It must have been cold there
In my shadow
To never have sunlight
On your face
You were content to let me shine
That's your way
You always walked the step behind
So I was the one
With all the glory
While you were the one
With all the strength
A beautiful face without a name
For so long
A beautiful smile
To hide the pain.
Did you ever know
You are my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings. |
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