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Baglan Community
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I'M
GLAD YOU'RE IN MY DASH |
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"The Weaver" |
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I read of a man who
stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning, to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
(1934 - 1998)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash? |
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My life is
but a weaving
Between the Lord and me
I cannot choose the colours
He worketh steadily.
Of times He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the Upper
And I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason Why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the WEAVER's skillful hand
As the threads of gold & silver
In the pattern He has planned. |
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Success |
Within my heart of hearts
There's a song of joy and love
I am so truly blessed
With the glory from above.
My family's love and devotion
Is so warm and great and deep
I feel so overwhelmed
With this responsibility that I must keep.
But love has its rewards
That no words will ever express
It's faith in God and family
That are the greatest signs of success
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CELTIC BLESSING |
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I thought that we were
buddies,
I thought that we were
mates,
But when it came to saving me,
The gospel you
chose to keep.
I would have listened
maybe,
I may have laughed out loud,
I don’t know how you’d
say it.
I just wish that you
had tried.
I see you up in
heaven,
So far away from me,
My life I know is
over,
My sin was not to
pray.
My heart so sad and
heavy,
The price I have to
pay,
Because I did not
listen,
To words you did not
say.
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Deep peace
of the running waves to you,
Deep peace
of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace
of the smiling stars to you,
Deep peace
of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace
of the watching shepherd to you,
Deep peace
of the Son of Peace to you. |
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LIVE A LIFE THAT MATTERS |
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Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Man! |
Ready or not, someday it
will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass
to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to
irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you owed. Your
grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally
disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire. The
wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you
lived, at the end. It won't matter whether you were beautiful or
brilliant.
Even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what
you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or
sacrifice that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your
example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel
a lasting loss when you've gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in
those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for
what.
Living a live that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter
of circumstance but of choice.
CHOOSE TO LIVE A LIFE THAT MATTERS.
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His men were
in trouble
They needed
his help
Though
scared deep inside
He did not yelp!
I watched
him there
While he
battled so hard
The pain was
immense
The wounds
left him scarred!
In years to
come
When no one
else can
Cometh the
Hour,
Cometh the Man!
When the road is blocked,
and troubles near,
cometh our hero
Minus the
fear!
When
we are battling
To hold our position
He will lead us on
and get the job done!
When the world is in danger
with wars being fought
Cometh the hour
Cometh our Lord
By
Christopher
Tossell
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HELLO GOD |
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The man whispered |
Hello
God, I called tonight
To talk a while
I need a friend who’ll
listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can’t quite
make it
Through a day just on my
own…..
I need your love to guide
me,
So I’ll never feel alone.
I want to ask you please
to keep
My family safe and sound.
Come fill their lives with
confidence
For whatever fate they’re
bound.
Give me faith, dear God ,
to face
Each hour throughout the
day,
And not to worry over
things
I cannot change in any
way.
I thank you God for being
home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good
advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God is the
only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you God for
listening
To my troubles and my
sorrow.
Good night, God. I love
YOU too.
And I’ll call again
tomorrow.
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The man whispered, God speak to me" and a blackbird
sang but the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, "God speak to me" and the thunder rolled across the
sky but the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, "God let me see you" and a star shined
brightly but the man did not see.
And the man shouted, "God show me a miracle" and a life was born but the
man did not notice.
So the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are
here." Whereupon God reached down and touched the man but the man
brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the
little and simple things that we take for granted.. even in our
electronic age..so I would like to add one more:
The man cried, "God I need your help!" and an e-mail arrived reaching
out with good news and encouragement, but the man deleted it and
continued crying...
Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you
expect.
God is always there for you even when everyone has betrayed you and left
you.
His love is eternal.
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