Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You face to face
May I live my life this way:

After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, ‘I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

Mother gently tucked me in
When I was just a tot
She always read me nursery rhymes
And sang to me a lot.

In Everything both great and small
We see the hand of God in all,
And in the miracles of Spring
When EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING
His handiwork is all around
And every lovely light and sound
Proclaims the GOD of earth and sky
I ask myself ‘JUST WHO AM I?’

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
Let not your soul be sad
Easter is a time of joy
When all hearts should be glad.

Although it happened long ago,
that first glad Easter day;
within the true believer’s heart,
it’s just as real today.

The sleeping earth awakens
The robins start to sing,
The flowers open wide their eyes
to tell us it Spring,

And they dressed Him in purple
And condemned Him to die
Mocked, spat upon, and whipped Him
As Pontius Pilate stood by

For you I shed my blood,
each drop a pool of mankinds hatred.

For you I hung my head and wept the tears of salt,
bitter and burning in wounds open, festered.

Christmas is a season,
For gifts of every kind;
All the glittering, pretty things
That Christmas shoppers find;
Baubles, beads, and bangles
Of silver and gold.