9/11

If I Knew 

~ Dr. H Solomon

If I knew it would be the last time
 That I'd see you fall asleep, 
I would tuck you in more tightly 
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
 that I see you walk out the door,
 I would give you a hug and kiss
 and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
 I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, 
I would video tape each action and word,
 so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
 I could spare an extra minute 
to stop and say "I love you," 
instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time 
I would be there to share your day,
 well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
 so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow 
to make up for an oversight,
 and we always get a second chance
 to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
 to say "I love you,"
 And certainly there's another chance 
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
 and today is all I get,
 I'd like to say how much I love you
 and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
 young or old alike,
 And today may be the last chance
 you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
 why not do it today? 
For if tomorrow never comes, 
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
 for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
 and you were too busy to grant someone,
 what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
 and whisper in their ear,
 Tell them how much you love them
 and that you'll always hold them dear.

  

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
 "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
 you'll have no regrets about today.

One Day at a Time!

One Day at a Time

One day at a time with its failures and fears,

With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,

With its portion of pain, and its burden of care,

One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time to be patient and strong,

To be calm under trial and be sweet under wrong;

Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease,

It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

One day at time - but the day is so long,

And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong!

O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;

Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet:

"Yes, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet,

I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve,

I will not forsake thee, I never will leave."

Not yesterday's load are we called on to bear,

Not tomorrow's unsure and shadowy care;

Why should we look forward or back with dismay?

Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day;

He has numbered its hours though they haste or delay.

His grace is sufficient, we walk not alone;

As the day so the strength that He giveth His own!

by: Annie Johnson Flint

Trust Him

Trust Him

Trust Him when dark clouds surround.

Trust Him when fearful doubts abound.

Trust Him when your strength may fail.

Trust Him when anxious thoughts assail.

Trust Him when His name you are barely able to call.

Trust Him when to simply trust Him is the hardest thing of all.

Veteran's Day

In honor of Veteran's Day, I thought I would post a few poems I came across.

Remember

by Brittany Vigoreaux

American soldiers sacrifice so much,

All for the freedom of our country.

Leaving their families and heading off to war,

Not knowing what the future holds.

Working day and night

Determined to stay strong,

Watching friends be killed every day

Letters from home inspiring them to keep fighting.

So little is given to them

Although there is little to do,

For those who have died in war

We can still remember.

Remember all the men who have died.

Remember all the battles fought.

Remember all the tears families cried.

Remember it was freedom the soldiers brought.

To this very day soldiers are under-appreciated

Veterans Day is the day

For the dead, living, and fighting soldiers

To be remembered.

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They Did Their Share

by Joanna Fuchs

On Veteran's Day we honor

Soldiers who protect our nation.

For their service as our warriors,

They deserve our admiration.

Some of them were drafted;

Some were volunteers;

For some it was just yesterday;

For some it's been many years.

In the jungle or the desert,

On land or on the sea,

They did whatever was assigned

To produce a victory.

Some came back; some didn't.

They defended us everywhere.

Some saw combat; some rode a desk;

All of them did their share.

Not matter what the duty,

For low pay and little glory,

These soldiers gave up normal lives,

For duties mundane and gory.

Let every Veteran be honored;

Don't let politics get in the way.

Without them, freedom would have died;

What they did, we can't repay.

We owe so much to them,

Who kept us safe from terror,

So when we see a uniform,

Let's say "thank you" to every wearer.

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I want to end with this:

This is my cousin, Levi, who is currently in the

U.S. Military fighting for our freedom.

This photo (below) of me and Levi was taken a few years ago at Christmas.

This was the only picture I could find of him in uniform.

When I find my others, I'll post them too.

Thank you Levi! We love you and are praying for you!

God Hath Not Promised

God hath not promised sun without rain;

joy without sorrow; peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day;

rest for the labor; light for the way;

grace for the trials; help from above;

unfailing sympathy; undying love.

Highway 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile


They said had run the light


That caused the six-car pileup


On 109 that night.



When broken bodies lay about


And blood was everywhere,


The sirens screamed out elegies,


For death was in the air.



A mother, trapped inside her car,


Was heard above the noise;


Her plaintive plea near split the air: 


"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"



She fought to loose her pinioned hands;


She struggled to get free,


But mangled metal held her fast


In grim captivity.



Her frightened eyes then focused


On where the back seat once had been,


But all she saw was broken glass and


Two children's seats crushed in.



Her twins were nowhere to be seen;


She did not hear them cry,


And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,


"Oh, God, don't let them die!"



The firemen came and cut her loose,


But when they searched the back,


They found therein no little boys,


But the seat belts were intact.



They thought the woman had gone mad


And was traveling alone,


But when they turned to question her,


They discovered she was gone.



Policemen saw her running wild


And screaming above the noise


In beseeching supplication,


"Please help me find my boys!



They're four years old and wearing blue shirts;


Their jeans are blue to match."


One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,


And they don't have a scratch.



They said their daddy put them there


And gave them each a cone,


Then told them both to wait for Mom


To come and take them home.



I've searched the area high and low,


But I can't find their dad.


He must have fled the scene,


I guess, and that is very bad."


The mother hugged the twins and said,


While wiping away a tear,


"He could not flee the scene, you see,


For he's been dead almost a year."



The cop just looked confused and asked,


"Now, how can that be true?"


The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came


And left a kiss for you.



He told us not to worry


And that you'd be all right,


And then he put us in this car with


The pretty flashing light.



We wanted him to stay with us,


Because we miss him so,


But Mommy, he just hugged us tight


And said he had to go.



He said someday we'd understand


And told us not to fuss,


And he said to tell you, Mommy,


He's watching over us."



The mother knew without a doubt


That what they spoke was true,


For she recalled their dad's last words,


"I will watch over you."



The firemen's notes could not explain


The twisted, mangled car,


And how the three of them escaped


Without a single scar.



But on the cop's report was scribed,


In print so very fine,


An angel walked the beat tonight


On Highway 109.

Military Poem

Here is a very touching military poem:

But You Didn't

~Anonymous

Remember the day I borrowed

your brand-new car and dented it?

I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach,

and you said it would rain, and it did?

I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all

the guys to make you jealous, and you were?

I thought you'd leave, but you didn't.

Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie

all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me,

but you didn't.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance

was formal and you showed up in jeans?

I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do.

But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.

There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you

when you returned from Iraq.

But you didn't.

Let's take the time to remember all of the military men and women

who have willingly given their lives for our freedom,

and for all of the families who are left behind.

Will You Find Time?

Will You Find Time?

I knelt to pray but not for long,

I had too much to do.

I had to hurry and get to work

For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,

And jumped up off my knees,

My Christian duty was now done,

My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer.

No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry.

No time to give to souls in need,

But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord,

I came, I stood with downcast eyes,

For in His hands God held a book;

It was the book of life.

God looked into His book and said,

"Your name I cannot find.

I once was going to write it down,

But never found the time."