When I am called to duty, God whenever flames may rage;
Give me strength to save some life, whatever be it’s age.

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.

We all need blessings to help us climb to the top of our hill.
Blessings of love and laughter,
Until all of life stands still.
Silent is the hush at the end of the day,
Than tomorrow we are blessed again in every way.

The sleeping earth awakens
The robins start to sing,
The flowers open wide their eyes
to tell us it Spring,
the bleakness of the winter…

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

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

In Everything both great and small
We see the hand of God in all,
And in the miracles of Spring
When EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING…

We bless the life around us far more than we realize. Many simple, ordinary things that we do can affect those around us in profound ways: the unexpected phone call, the brief touch, the willingness to listen generously, the warm smile or wink of recognition.

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy
hands of mine.

The “Praying Hands” are much, much more
than just a work of art,
They are the “soul’s creations”
of a deeply thankful heart.