Give someone a dose of encouragement today, As you travel along life’s winding highway. It may be just the medicine they need, To lift their heart as silently they plead.
Just a word can turn a life around, Steer their ship from running aground. A gentle nudge, a kind, caring phrase, Could brighten their darkest of days.
A new course charted with hope's gentle sway, Changing a life in a wonderful way. So offer that spark, let it shine bright, Encouragement can be someone’s guiding light.
Stairs to the stars of the future gleam, Built by the ones who once dared to dream. Their hands, though worn, laid each stone, A foundation of love, where seeds were sown.
They gave their strength, their tears, their days, To pave the path through winding ways. Sacrifices made in the quiet night, So you could rise and reach new heights.
The stars you seek, so distant and bright, Are lit by those who gave you their light. Their love, their hope, their guiding hand, Built the stairs on which you stand.
So as you climb, look back and see, The love that shaped your destiny. For the future’s stars are never far, When you rise on the wings of those who are.
A faith that can't be tested can't be trusted, In the calm, it may seem strong and well-adjusted, But when the storms of life come rushing in, It falters, weakens, questioning within.
For faith must walk through fire, face the night, Endure the shadows, yet still seek the light. It’s in the trials, the moments of despair, That faith grows roots, finds strength in prayer.
When tested, faith becomes refined and pure, No longer fragile, but steadfast and sure. A faith that’s trusted is one that has endured, For through the trials, God’s love is secured.
In a world torn by strife and fear, Where brother wars with brother, dear, And Nature bears the wrath of man, A plea for love, to heal and span.
How can one hate yet claim to love? When skies darken and storms move above, Each act of malice, a wound so deep, On this earth where we sow, we reap.
Love is the breath, the vital air, The essence that all souls must share. For without it, our spirits starve, Diminished in the dark we carve.
Our self-esteem, once bold and bright, Without love’s touch, loses its light. Our courage fades, we falter, fall, In shadows that our fears install.
No longer can we gaze with hope, But inward turn, with ourselves cope. Feeding on our lonely cries, In this self-made void, our spirit dies.
So let us love, not just some, but all, From the mighty right to the meekly small. For love alone can break these chains, Restore our souls, and heal our pains.
Crested by MarkWaldrop
"It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. Man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves." - Chief Dan George -
Too many speak of politics and pride, With passion for votes, they do not hide. Yet in the silence, where souls are lost, They've forgotten the cross and what it cost.
They debate with fervor, their voices loud, But of Jesus' name, they're timid not proud. Where is the zeal to share the light, To bring the wandering to His sight?
For votes will fade and kingdoms fall, But His Word remains, the call for all. So let us turn from worldly ways, And lift up Jesus in all our days.
The harvest is plenty, the workers are few, Will you speak of Him, or just argue what's due? It's time to share the greatest gift, And let the name of Jesus lift.
Old barns have a history all their own, Where hay once piled and tobacco was grown. Cows, horses, sheep, and goats alike, Made it home through day and night.
On barn-raising day, it gleamed so bright, A sturdy frame in morning light. But years of storms, of wind and rain, Have left their mark, a lasting stain.
Now the beams are worn, the paint has peeled, The echoes of life no longer revealed. But in my heart, those days remain, Bringing a tear, a sweet, soft pain.
For though the barn now stands in rust, Its memory holds a sacred trust. A symbol of toil, of life once shared, Where love and labor stood prepared.
Old barns may fade, but never die, For in our hearts, they still stand high. A testament to days gone by, Bringing a tear to my grateful eye.
