Father, Lead Me

Father, lead me day by day,

Ever in Thine own sweet way;

Teach me to be pure and true;

Show me what I ought to do.

When in danger, make me brave,

Make me know that Thou canst save;

Keep me safely by Thy dear side;

Let me in Thy love abide.

When I'm tempted to do wrong,

Make me steadfast, wise and strong;

And when all alone I stand,

Shield me with Thy mighty hand.

When my heart is full of glee,

Help me to remember Thee,

Happy most of all to know,

That my Father loves me so.

~~*John Hopps*~~

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

~Rudyard Kipling~

Loving You More Each Day

On every mountain it's easy to see

How You have guided and directed me.

There's not a valley that I've gone through

That I just grow stronger

In my walk with You.

So with all of my hear, Lord I say,

"I'm loving You more each day."

When the end's not in sight

and I'm travelling by faith

I lean on the valleys of my yesterdays

For I have a hope that this too shall pass.

And when I'm on top I'll know

I've made it at last,

And Lord You will hear me say,

"I'm loving You more each day."

~Unknown~

Call Back

If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back­;

'Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;

And if, perchance, Faith's light is dim, because the oil is low,

Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.

Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm;

Call back, and say He kept you when the forest's roots were torn;

That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill,

He bore you up and held you where the very air was still.

O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face;

They say it glows with triumph, and your feet bound in the race;

But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,

And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.

But if you'll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,

And if you'll say He saw you through the night's sin-darkened sky,­

If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back,­

'Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.

- Selected

(Quoted in Streams In The Desert devotional)

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask "How are you?"

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last..

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

The Touch of the Master's Hand

Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it two _
Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three". . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody,pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow;
"A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two?
Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice
And going - and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand -
What changed its worth?" The man replied:
"The touch of the masters hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd.
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.

~Myra B. Welch

Winter Poem ala Minnesota

It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
I'm frozen to the ground!
~Unknkown

Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, He replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."

"Wait? You say, wait?" my indignant reply,
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why.
Is your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming Your Word.

"My future, and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me wait?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"And Lord, You have promised that if we believe,
We need but ask and we shall receive;
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry;
I'm weary of asking - I need a reply!"

Then, quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting, for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,
Raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.

"All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be;
You would have what you want; but you wouldn't know Me.
You would not know the depth of My love for each saint,
You would not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You would not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You would not learn to trust, just by knowing I'm there.
You would not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence was all you could see.

"You would never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Sprit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give and I save for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart;

"The glow of My comfort late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask,
Of an infinite God that makes what you have last.

"And you never would know should your pain quickly flee
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for that loved one o'er night could come true.
But the loss, if you lost what I'm doing in you.

"So be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all...is still...wait."

~Russell Kelfer

Farewell

Never Say Good-bye

If I could take this moment forever
Turn the pages of my mind
To another place and time
We would never say goodbye


If I could find the words I would speak them
Then I wouldn't be tongue-tied
When I looked into your eyes
We would never say goodbye

If I could stop the moon ever rising
Day would not become the night
Wouldn't feel this cold inside
And we'd never say goodbye

I wish that our dreams were frozen
Then our hearts would not be broken
When we let each other go...

If I could steal this moment forever
Paint a picture-perfect smile
So our story stayed alive
We would never say goodbye

~Hayley Westenra

I think this is the saddest post that I have written so far. Today is my final day as a student at International Bible College in Stony Brook, NY.
As I look around the campus at the different places that I have spent many an hour studying, talking to friends, sitting in classes, and just hanging out; I think about all the good times and all the sad times, all the laughter and all the tears that have been shed. I have spent nine months of my life on this campus and as much as I can't wait to go home and then go on to another college next semester, it still breaks my heart to think of leaving forever, or at least if I do come back, it will never be as a student.
I'm thinking of my fellow college students who I will most likely never see again. We've been through a lot together, how do I say "good-bye" to them? I'm crying just thinking about it, not to mention when I actually have to say those words.
Rebekah, my roommate. The poor girl spent a year of her life with me! I know I have learned a lot from her example. The last few days especially have been a special time of bonding for us. A lot of things have happened, and we've had some very good and very serious discussions about some very critical matters. I'm going to miss her! At least I will see her at her wedding in September, but it will still be different!
The next thing to come to mind are my other friends, those in the church who have been so much like family to me, and have helped me through some very difficult times. Without them I honestly don't know what I would have done, especially this semester. Two families in particular, the Phillips' and the McMahons helped in HUGE ways to me, and there is NO way I could ever thank them enough, and I'm gonna miss them sooooo much! Guess I'll just have to come back some time so that we can go upstate and do all the other crazy things we've talked about doing, and were never able to do.....!! :)

I hate saying good-bye, It's the hardest thing for me to do EVER!! I don't think it would be so hard right now, except for the fact that I'm not coming back here, or if I do it will never be the same again! Many of the people that I know now, I probably won't ever see again! Oh! I hate this!!!

Let me just say this, I have made many friends whom I will miss, and though it is time to say good-bye, these friends will stay forever in my heart, thoughts, and prayers! I love all of you my dear friends, and I hope that someday soon we will meet again.

Friends

Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means a chapter in your life is through

But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong

And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

With the faith and love God's given
Springing from the hope we know
We will pray the joy you'll live in
Is the strength that now you show

But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong

~Michael W. Smith

*****This is a collage of pictures that have been taken over the past year, all of good times that I've had here in New York*****

HEAT!!

Since I have started the new blog with the main purpose of posting pictures, I will not be putting as many on this blog, but I will most definitely be posting some on here as well.
Sunday went well. Bus attendance was down, which was sad. There were only 30 some kids instead of the 50 some that usually ride. :( I'm guessing the reason for that is probably due to the weather. It was GORGEOUS!! At least the first part of the day was gorgeous, it got REALLY hot by mid-afternoon.

*****This was taken around 11:30 Sunday afternoon!*****

Bus drop offs were miserably HOT! The bus was rather warm to say the least, even with all the windows open. It did finally start to cool off once all the kids were off and we were on our way home.
There was a bit of excitement after bus route. Bro. Mike drives a limo for his boss as a second job. He was supposed to go to the city Sunday night to pick his boss up, so he brought the limo with him to church that way he could leave directly from there for NYC. He offered to take several of us for a spin!! It was SOOOO sweet! :) It was WONDERFUL! On top of everything else, it was air conditioned, something that we were all desperately needing! (By this time the temp had reached 90!) It was a blast!! :)

*****Looking from the front*****

*****Looking from the back*****

*****Total Sweetness!*****

*****Bro. Mushtaq, our maintenance man, posing with the car :)*****

So, that was the excitement of the day. :) I got all of my homework done for Monday, and then took a brief nap before it was time for choir practice. When I got into the auditorium it was HOT!! The thermostat showed 87 degrees!! Apparently the air conditioning is broken, so UGH!! Bro. Randall decided to move choir practice downstairs to the music room, which was cooler, but after putting so many people inside it got rather warm.
Church was pretty hot as well. It got really hot in the choir loft. I was glad that I didn't have to stay on the platform like the assistant pastors had to do.
After church I worked like normal. I vacuumed for over an hour, and with the temperature being soooo warm, I was rather hot and sticky by the time I was done working. I went through 3 bottles of water in 2 hours! I actually put my hair up, so you know it was hot if I did that since I NEVER pull it back in any way, shape, or form!
I was sooooo glad to come back to my room and take a cool shower before check in at 10:00.
The research paper for English Composition was due today. Mine was written on Joan of Arc.
World History was a BLAST!! We convinced Mrs. Donaghue to have class outside, because the class rooms were sooooo hot! :) There are four of us in that class, and all of us had a major case of ADD during class! I don't think we got a thing out of the class, but we all had a blast being dumb! :D It was fun!
Nothing else exciting happened in any of my classes.
I took some pictures today, but I think I will post them on my other blog.
Work was REALLY hot again! I put my hair up yet again! AMAZING!! Two days in a row!

*****This was the temperature in the auditorium this afternoon, it got even hotter later!! The class rooms were even warmer than the auditorium!*****

I came across this poem today and thought is was really good and really sobering!

His Plan for Me

When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way, and I see

How I blocked Him here, and checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will --
Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?

He would have me rich, but I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.

Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With the tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands,
I shall bow my uncrowned head. . .

Lord, of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me, mould me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.

~Martha Snell Nicholson

My Refuge from the Storm

I have a new post in the process of being written about what's been going on in my life (it's been hectic) but I thought I would take a moment to write what is in my heart right now.
I just read the post A Quiet Refuge by Ashleigh from Young Ladies Christian Fellowship. It is a really good post about where she runs in a troubled time of her life. Her places are generally far away from her home, they are places that are calming to her. I also have quiet places, they are places that I've found, not far from where I am, that are quiet, calm, and comforting to me. It is in those places that I find sweet relief from the rat race of life, the troubles in life, and where I find God is the closest to me, or rather, I am the closest to God.
When I am at home and life gets hard, and my heart is heavy, I run to the creek that borders our property. There is a certain place that I climb down the creek bank and "hide" from the world. Unless you are looking VERY closely it is impossible to see me. It is there that I can cry and pray and often I ask God, "Why?" But it is often there that I find sweet peace and comfort, and there that I feel God's arms around me as He holds me tenderly and lets me know that He cares for me.
At college it is EXTREMELY difficult to find a quiet place of refuge. However, if you look long enough and hard enough those places, although few and far between can be found. I have found that early in the morning, before most people are awake it is wonderful to walk outside, to one of the benches and there is a wonderful, quiet place to be alone with God. Right now with Spring here, and the flowers in bloom, the birds chirping, as the sun comes over the horizon, God seems to be almost tangible. He comes everyday to meet me, and I love spending time with Him.
Sometimes the cares and fears of the world hit me during the day, when this occurs, which is quite often, it is much harder to find a quiet place where nobody is around and I can cry out to God and let my thoughts and feelings come out in a jumbled mess that even I cannot put together or make any sense out of, but God can. Yet it seems that when those times come, God opens a door somewhere for me, and I find the quiet that I need. How good He is!
Some of you know the problems that I have had this school year, and in particular this semester. Not only the physical problems following my surgery in January, but also the other inside hurts that I have experienced. The ONLY way that I have managed to get through them is because of the quiet places that I have found. The times I got alone with God, and poured out my heart to the One who knows all, and knows and understands my thoughts better than I understand them. He feels my pain, and sees my tears, and ever so gently He dries my tears, and lets me know that He is right beside me, holding my hand and guiding me through my hardships.
I have been through a lot this semester, but looking back I see that God was with me the whole way, and though I still don't understand much of what has happened, or why it has happened, this I do know: God put it there for a reason, and it has helped me to mature Spiritually, and I have drawn closer to Him than ever before, thanks to those quiet places where God meets with me.
The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuteronomy 33:27

I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of closing day
In humble, grateful, prayer.

I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead
Where none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On God, whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,
May its departing ray,
Be calm at this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

~Phoebe Brown

God Only Knows

She'll never see the beauty of a sunrise.

Nor pick a flower blowin' in the wind.

She will never climb up to sit on daddy's knee

Never spend a summer day with her best friend.

She'll never bake cookies with mommy Never know what it's like to be sixteen

Never share her love with that special someone Never have the family of her childhood dreams.

He'll never celebrate his first birthday

You'll never hear him call your name out loud

He will never run across a grassy meadow Nor will he be the little boy that makes you proud

He will never go fishin' with daddy Nor have the joy of buying his first car

He will never get to have his own family Nor hear

his little boy wish upon a star

Day by day and one by one we're killing our future By the thousands every day across our land

Can you tell what has happened to America? Is there anyone who dares to make a stand?

We have the blood of little children on our hands Only God knows just what they could have been.

But in heaven God is picking up the pieces Of the countless treasures we have thrown away

While slowly reshaping and remolding Those precious little helpless lumps of clay

So lovingly he holds them in his hand Only God knows just what they could have been.

~I copied this off the blog Daughters of The King

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a dream.

I dreamed I was walking along the beach
with the Lord..

Across the sky flashed scenes from my life..
For each scene, I noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand,
one belonging to me, and the other to the Lord..

When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.

This really bothered me
and I questioned the Lord about it:
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why
when I need you most you would leave me."

The Lord replied:
"My precious child, I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints, it was then
that I carried you."

More Precious Than Gold

At the present time I'm going through a very rough time in my life. Sometimes the trial seems too great for me. I can't tell you how often in the last 3 or 4 days I have wanted to throw in the towel and gone home. I have wept many tears, which is NOT normal for me. The typical outlook on life for me is one of cheerfulness and sunshine. I'm the one who always sees the good things in the bad, the easy things in the difficult, and the rainbow amidst the shadows.
Right now it seems that any time I start to gain a victory, the devil throws yet another fiery dart at me. No matter where I turn, yet another dart flies at me. I'm really struggling with bitterness, anger, and hate right now. People that I thought loved me have lied about me, twisted things I said, and embellished stories. I have been hurt worse in the last couple of days than I've ever been hurt in my life!
I'm not saying all of this to make you feel sorry for me, but I am say it to say that even through it all, God has been there with me. Anytime I feel like screaming, or lashing back, I turn to my Heavenly Father, He is waiting there for me with open arms. Deuteronomy 33:27 says, "The eternal God is they refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms."
I know that through this God is going to teach me a lesson that will be very valuable in my life, and one that I would never learn without going through this. "That the trial of your faith being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ." -I Peter 5:7

Under His Wings

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Tho the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him—I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort and there I am blest.

Under His wings, O what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus I’m safe evermore.

Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

~William Cushing

Near to the Heart of God

There is a place of quiet rest,
near to the heart of God;
a place where sin cannot molest,
near to the heart of God.

O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
sent from the heart of God,
hold us who wait before thee
near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet,
near to the heart of God;
a place where we our Savior meet,
near to the heart of God.


There is place a place of full release,
near to the heart of God;
a place where all is joy and peace,
near to the heart of God.

~Cleland B. McAfee

Long time.....no post!

I have been really bad with posting this week. I guess I've just been lazy, and haven't felt like doing anything, let alone updating my blog.
Soooo.....I enjoyed having my room all to myself for several days. It was WONDERFUL!! :) It was nice to be able to hibernate in my room with my door locked and pretty much shut out the world. Sometimes I get really tired of all of the drama, and I need a break. Since I am the VPs granddaughter, I generally hear both sides of the story, it makes me want to scream at times! The break was nice!! :)
Classes went well this week, (at least I think they did, I've been in a fog a lot of the time, really tired I guess).
We didn't have class on Thursday, it was wonderful! Instead we went to Queens and did outreach. We passed out tracts and invited people to church. We went in groups of two, and they dropped us off at various places. There was always a group of 2 guys and 2 girls at every stop. They do that for safety. There were so many interesting people, some of them were REALLY weird! There was this one guy who when my partner gave him a tract he gave both of us this really funky look. It was creepy! UGH!!! I also saw a guy walking who had a kid following him, this kid was probably 14 or 15. It was almost as if he were on an invisible leash the way he was following the older guy around. I saw that pair two times. Both of the times the teenager looked scared out of his mind, and he looked like he was crying. I wanted so badly to do something, but what could I do?? Unfortunately, nothing. It broke my heart. I think that will be one face that I will never forget.
There was something cool that happened to us. Karen (my partner in crime for the day) and I were passing out the tracts and a UPS delivery man called out to us and asked for a tract. He lives on Long Island and goes to a Spanish speaking church. However he has some friends who are looking for an English speaking church on LI!!! How cool is that??!! We were able to give him both an English and a Spanish tract. Later when we were on the bus he passed us and honked and waved. :)
I think I gave my poor guardian angel a heart attack yesterday! Karen and I were some of the first people to get picked up from where we were doing outreach. Bro. Barnes decided that he wanted to get a coffee from Dunkin' Donuts. I offered to run in and get it for him. He pulled off to the side and I got out of the bus and attempted to cross the street. I really couldn't see around the bus, and the traffic coming towards me was stopped, so I assumed that it would be ok for me to cross....bad idea!!! There was a bus coming right at me! I think I stopped about a foot from it! No joke! I continued on my merry way and got coffee for him (and me too :}). When I got back into the bus Bro. Barnes was on his cell phone, but the other people on the bus told me that he was SCARED!!! After he got off the phone he told me that himself! He claims that he is going to give me lessons on how to cross the street!! :) LOL! Thankfully God protected me!
During the entire time that we were out on the streets of Queens, with so many people hurrying and scurrying everywhere, I kept thinking of the poem Lonely Voices:

Lonely Voices

Lonely voices crying in the city,
Lonely voices sounding like a child,
Lonely voices come from busy people,
Too disturbed to stop a little while.
Lonely voices fill my dreams,
Lonely voices haunt my memory.

Lonely faces looking for the sunrise,
Just to find another busy day.
Lonely faces all around the city,
Men afraid but too ashamed to pray.
Lonely faces do I see,
Lonely faces haunt my memory.

Lonely eyes, I see them in the subway,
Burdened by the worries of the day:
Men at leisure, but they're so unhappy,
Tired of foolish roles they try to play.
Lonely people do I see,
Lonely people haunt my memory.

Abundant life He came to truly give man,
Bus so few His gift of grace receive.
Lonely people live in every city,
Men who face a dark and lonely grave.
Lonely faces do I see,
Lonely voices calling out to me.
~Billie Hanks Jr.

I Will Be Here

Tomorrow morning if you wake
up and the sun does not appear
I will be here
If in the dark, we lose sight of love
Hold my hand, and have no fear
Because I will be here

I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to crying
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
I will be here

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I will be here
Just as sure as seasons were made for change
Our lifetimes were made for these years
So I will be here

I will be true to the promise I have made

To you and to the One who gave you to me

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here

~Steven Curtis Chapman

This came across this the other day, and absolutely loved it. Not only is it cool for a married couple, it's also neat to think of God being there for us, no matter what.