The Dark is kind and cozy,
The Dark is soft and deep,
The Dark will pat my pillow
And love me as I sleep.

The Dark is smooth as velvet,
And gentle as the air,
And he is good to children
And people everwhere.

The Dark can see and love me
Without a bit of light,
He gives me dreams and resting,
He brings the gentle Night.

God made the Dark, so Daytime
Could close its tired eyes
And sleep awhile in comfort
Beneath the starry skies.

The Daytime, just like children,
Needs rest from work and play,
So it can give us children
Another happy day.

God made the Dark for children
And birdies in their nest,
All in the Dark, He watches
And guards us while we rest.

Author: John Martin
Sumitted by: Sammy

Music: ‘Hope’ © Margi Harrell

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Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,

He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him.”

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,”…. “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Written by: Charles Hanson Towne
Submitted by: Dave

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I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasures led,
Until one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body, but none for my soul,
I had entered to win in life’s mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.

I met Him, and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow, were fixed on me;
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Masters face.
And I cried aloud, “Oh, make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”

My thought is now for the souls of men,
I have lost my life to find it again,
E’er since one day in a quite place
I met the Master face to face.

Author: Unknown


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All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures, great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings;

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And order’d their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden-
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water
We gather every day;-

e gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty
Who has made all things well!

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander
Submitted by: Calvin

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Here am I, O Lord, yours to command,
And all I ask…please take my hand
And lead me through the wilderness,
And make my pain a little less!
The choice is yours, as it should be.
My gift is small…It’s only me!

Grant me the strength to bear my grief,
And the wisdom to understand
That this is just a resting place,
And not the promised land.

When the seedless fruits I’ve sown
Lie dormant in the ground,
Give me the surge of faith I need
To build success around.

He gave you life…It’s yours to live.
And what have you, my friend, to give?

It’s spring and I, like the blossoms, must fade,
And strange as it seems, I walk unafraid!
His kindness and mercy have taught me the way;
This morning I thanked Him for just one more day!

Author: Marilyn Weller

Submitted by: Terresa


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A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.

The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.

The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew.

Rich men in broadcloth, beggers in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown and white,
All chained together-O God, what a sight!

While the train rushed on at an awful pace-
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.

Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.

And out of the distance there arose a yell,
“Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell!”
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.

But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
“My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.

“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust.

“You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.

“You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you through,
For it’s only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire,

“Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore.”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high

Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never rode the hell-bound train.

Author: Unknown

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I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the “God of all comfort” was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.

As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.

When he leads through some valley of trouble,
His powerful hand we can trace;
For the trials and sorrow he sends us
Are part of his lessons of grace.

Oft we shrink from the purging and pruning,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
The deeper the cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows.

Well he knows that affliction is needed;
He has a wise purpose in view,
And in the dark valley He whispers,
“Hereafter thou’lt know what I do.”

As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are blessings just sent in disguise.

So we’ll follow wherever He leadeth,
Through pathways be dreary or bright;
For we’ve proof that our God can give comfort,
Our God can give songs in the night.

Author: Unknown

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Each morning when I wake I say,
“I place my hand in God’s today;”
I know He’ll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.

He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair—
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.

My hand in His! No surer way
to walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.

When at day’s end I seek my rest
And realize how much I’m blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God’s again.

Written by: Florence Scripps Kellogg
Submitted by: Lynn

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NOTE: The battle rages on every side and it may feel like you are
going through some deep dark waters. The very foundation you
are standing on is being shaken. Yet you are victorious and will
emerge triumphant, being made whole because of the
finished work done at the Cross of Calvary. May this poem bring
comfort and inspiration, as you go through these most difficult
and trying times!

To love and not be loved
To be despised and rejected
By your very own.

To speak truth,
And still be called a liar.

To suffer pain and humiliation
To be faithful in spite of it all.

To be condemned to die
Without any evidence of doing
Anything wrong.

To be hung on a tree,
And stripped of everything
Except God the Father’s Love.

Yes, Jesus Christ the Lamb of God
Willingly gave up His life so that you and I
Can be free to live an abundant life,
Experiencing God’s Love in the midst
Of your circumstances.
Glory, Honor, and Praise to The Lamb Of God!

Written by: Margaret C Mullings


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God’s love through Jesus Christ
Is the rock of my Salvation,
I do not have to be afraid
Even though my enemies are all around me,
For I know He will fight for me.
God’s love cradles me and fine
Tunes my every care!
In moments of weakness and despair,
God’s word reminds me of His love.
When I’m hard pressed by my
Circumstances, and situations…..going
In the wrong direction….His love
Divinely intervenes.
I am forever grateful for God’s love,
Which He so freely bestows upon me
Reminding me of just how frail I am…
I ask Him for His wisdom, and for Him
To enlighten my pathway!
God’s love is so potent I cannot live
Without His love!

Written by: Margaret C Mullings


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