Poetry and Inspiration
God Sent To Me An Angel
God sent to me an angel,
It had a broken
wing.
I bent my head and wondered,
"How could God do such a
thing?"
When I asked the Father
why He sent this
child to me,
the answer was forthcoming,
He said, "Listen and you
will see."
"My children are all precious,
and none is
like the rest.
Each one to me is special,
and the least is as the
best.
I send each one from Heaven
and I place it
in the care
of those who know my mercy-
those with love to
spare.
Sometimes I take them back
again,
sometimes I let them stay.
No matter what my happen
I am
never far away.
So if you find and angel
and don't know
what to do,
remember I am with you.
*Love* is all I ask of
you."
-- Unknown
Favorite Sayings....
Faith is knowing that one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught to fly.
Plans are only good
intentions unless they immediately degenerate into hard
work.
-- Peter F. Brucker
Some of the world's
greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to
know they were impossible.
-- Doug Larson
There are no limits
on our future if we don't put limits on our people.
-- Jack
Kemp
What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.
You can measure a
man by the opposition it takes to discourage him.
-- Robert C. Savage
Why not go out on a
limb? Isn't that where the fruit is?
-- Frank Scully
Being defeated is
often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it
permanent.
-- Marilyn
Vos Savant
The people who make
a difference are not necessarily the ones with the credentials, but the
ones with the concern.
-- Max Lucado
The only disability
in life is a bad attitude.
-- Scot Hamilton
A Mother's Prayer
with little time to stop and pray,
for life's been anything but calm
since You called me to be a mom.
Running errands, matching socks,
building dreams with matching blocks.
Cooking, cleaning and finding shoes,
and other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
wiping tears and giving hugs,
a stack of last week's mail to read,
so where's the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
just at the sink or ironing board,
to ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That you *have* blessed me all the while,
and I stoop to kiss that precious smile.
-- Unknown