A neighbor’s smile, a welcome sight, In morning’s calm or evening’s light, A friendly wave, a helping hand, That shows we share the same small land.
Through every season’s turn and tide, A neighbor stands there by your side, With kindness in the simplest way, Brightening both cloudy and clear day.
We share a fence, a street, a wall, But hearts can reach beyond them all. For neighbors, true, don’t need to roam, They make the world feel like a home.
In laughter shared or burdens eased, The bond between us never seized. A neighbor’s gift, a priceless friend, Whose care and warmth will never end.
How would I pray if silence stole my voice today, Would my heart and eyes find another way to say? God listens to my soul, not words that fill the air, For prayer is more than sounds; it’s the love I share.
If He knows my past, my future, and my day, Why then must I kneel, why do I still pray? It’s not my needs that draw His ear so near, But the love I give, the faith sincere.
God’s Light shines bright, forever strong, In silence or speech, it carries me along. My love for others, through Him, will extend, Bringing Grace and Mercy, blessing every friend.
Have the courage to your conventions, Bolstered by the strength of your faith, Stand firm in your heart’s convictions, Even when the winds berate.
For faith is a fire that burns inside, A steady flame in the darkest night, Guiding your soul where truth resides, Through shadows and doubt’s heavy fight.
Let no storm shake your foundation, Let no fear tear you apart, For the strength of your faith’s salvation Will embolden the depths of your heart.
Walk the path you know is right, With courage that never sways, For in your faith, there shines a light, That will lead you through all days.
The dog sat quietly, eyes full of grace, Watching the customers in this busy place. They took their meals, and with each bite, Exchanged for notes, a common sight.
But then he rose, with a piece of a leaf, His eyes full of innocence, hope, and belief. As if he knew the trade we make, He offered his token, for hunger’s sake.
With nothing but trust, he made his plea, And in that moment, it was clear to see— A heart so pure, with no demands, Just seeking kindness from human hands.
I took his leaf, and with a smile, Fulfilled his wish, though it took a while. In that small act, we both could see, The beauty of simplicity, in perfect harmony.
Remember Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, In the flames of trial where faith would grow. God didn’t put out the fire that day, But sent His Son to light the way.
The heat was fierce, the flames so high, Yet they stood firm, trusting the sky. For it wasn’t the fire He sought to tame, But to show His presence, to call His name.
It's not about the fire being dimmed, But knowing who walks with you within. In every trial, in every flame, It’s Jesus beside you, just the same.
So when the heat of life draws near, Remember, you’ve nothing to fear. For it’s not the fire that defines your path, But the Savior with you, through the wrath.
In Jesus' name, Amen, we pray, He is with you, come what may.
When I die, ring the bell for me, I've completed my journey, now I'm free. Free from the cancer of this weary world, No more sorrow, no more pain unfurled.
I've left behind the struggle, the strain, And found the peace where joy will reign. Forever free, in eternity's embrace, Living again, by His boundless grace.
So when you hear that final chime, Know I've entered a life sublime. Ring the bell, and do not grieve— I'm home at last, with no need to leave.
Be careful what you say today, For when you're gone, there’ll come a day, When words are spoken 'round your name, Don’t make the preacher speak in vain.
Live with truth, walk the narrow way, Let your actions, not just words, portray The life you lived with honor and grace, So at your end, there’s no disguise to place.
For when that time arrives, my friend, And we all gather at the end, Let the preacher’s words be just and true— A reflection of the real you.
So guard your tongue and actions well, For stories told, your life will tell. Don't make the preacher need to try, To cover truth or preach a lie.
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Be careful what you say don’t make the preacher lie at your funeral.
2Ch 6:27 then hear from heaven and forgive the sin of your servants, your people Israel. Teach them the right way to live, and send rain on the land you gave your people for an inheritance.
Snow capped Pikes Peak soaring over Garden of the Gods Park after a fresh snowfall near Colorado Springs, Colorado
Time, it moves like a fleeting breeze, Quietly stealing the years with ease. It seems just yesterday, I was young, With dreams of life, just begun.
I was newlywed, with hope in my heart, A future to build, a life to start. But now, it feels like eons away, And I wonder how I got to today.
I know I lived each moment, each year, Yet somehow, winter caught me here. Where did my youth, my strength all go? How did I age before I could know?
I saw the old folks in my past, Thinking their winter would never last. But now, I see it’s come for me, A season I never thought I'd see.
My friends are grey, and moving slow, We are the elders now, this I know. The vibrant faces I used to see, Are marked by time, just like me.
The days grow long, the tasks grow small, A shower now seems like a mountain tall. And naps, they’re no longer a simple delight, But a necessity before the night.
And yet, though winter’s chill is here, There’s something I hold near and dear. For when this season’s end is due, A new adventure will ensue.
Regrets, I have, both big and small, For things I didn’t do at all. But joy and love have filled my days, In countless, beautiful, quiet ways.
So if you’re not yet in your coldest year, Live with passion, free of fear. Do what you love, don’t delay, For winter may come any day.
Life is a gift, this much is true, And your life’s gift will shine through you. Scatter joy, not wealth or fame, For love and laughter win the game.
And as I enter this final stage, I smile at the wisdom of age. For old friends, old songs, and memories sweet, Are the treasures that make life complete.
So live it well, and live it bright, For winter may come with morning light. But even in its quiet cold, A life well-lived is purest gold.
