Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 Most people treat their friendships  With respect,  love and care,  While others, sadly, their idea ,  " If I'm there, then, I'm there".  There's nothing more frustrating,  Plans cancelled, unaware,  To meet up with a dear "friend"  To find, they didn't care.  That on the date appointed,  Something better, arose,  No "sorry" text or phone call,  A NEW date, they would chose. You now feel unimportant, Of toys, t he old 'rag doll'   "If nothing else upcoming, You'll do" as second call.      Composed after being stood up by a 'friend' who had made the appointment the evening prior.

  Prayer topics for this evening, It seems, a  growing list,  The 'needy', 'frail', 'discouraged' Those, we need to assist. To bring before the Father, E'en though HE  knows,  full well, Exactly WHAT will happen, Discouragement, dispel. ------------------------------------------ " They STILL are on the prayer list?  They've not been answered YET? " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Our timing is not HIS time, OUR job, to ne ' er forget. Don't think of them, 'a burden', A 'needy,  hopeless soul' Our job, is NOT in judgement, HIS, aim, - to make things whole. Galatians 6:9 New International Version  9  Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. **many people encourage for a while, until, they seem to think that the person/people requiring the constant  encouragement THRIVE on being needy, enjoying the attention; THEN they stop assisting/thinking of /even ...

   'Tis said that when we pass beyond   The realms of mortal earth,   For SOME 'twill be a toxic time,   For others, joyful mirth. There are TWO destinations, On earth, we get to choose, One, guarantees a better life, Th'other, ALL will loose. 'Tis sad, that for the latter, No escape, can be made, So BEST to choose, and EARLY, The cost's already paid. Since we have zero option, When our last breath, we take, THAT choice is for the 'Father', Who, in th'womb, did us make. Thus, if it has just left us, BEFORE, that choice was made, Your choice neglect, was costly, An eternal price, be paid.  

                                                                                           The "WhatNot"  H ello there young Callum,                    'Twas passed on to my care,     Great nephew, l'm told,                                     1991,          Enclosed in this package.                      And while it WAS painted,     Is something that's OLD.                        I stripped it - NOT fun.   A fine piece of furniture,       ...

   Bereaved, without the funeral,  Is how I'm feeling now,  This time of separation,   I WILL get through, somehow.   With people  all around me,  To mend my broken heart,  My friends at church and family,  Latter, oceans apart,  This separation needed,  In context, things, to go,  They say that 'absense', it does make  The heart, to fondness, grow.  It feels like a bereavement,  Without the actual death,  I wonder if we'll aye re-meet,  Me and Elizabeth? No words can heal the sorrow Nor ease the aching pain, Just know one thing for certain, We'll re-unite again. And then 'twill be for ever In that grand Heaven above, But now, as MY heart's breaking, I'm  needing  all your love.  

  Abundant in LOVE, CONCERN and TRUST, In HOSPITALITY, An overflowing waterfall That EVERYONE can see. Niagara Falls is nothing,  T'the CONSTANT  CARE, here, shown, By such a somewhat, SMALL church, A trait, others should hone. 'Tis NOT, shown by a FEW, though, The church, as ONE, unites And EVERYONE's included In raising 'caring heights' Have experienced it OFTEN, In such a short time here, It isn't any wonder  We hold your hearts, so dear. So THANK-YOU ALL, again, I cry, With LOVING, JOYFUL tears, Appreciate your tenderness,  'Tis endless, it appears. [Generations Community Church]  

“See that you say nothing to anyone; but go your way, show yourself to the priest, and offer for your cleansing those things which Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.” Mark 1: 44 Whene'er I had my surgery In 1991, It was midweek, a Wednesday, When everything was done. Was given days t'recover So it was PROVED, 'twas good On Sunday afternoon, informed, To go back home, I could. So when my parents vis'ted As DAILY did, to me, Our church service that evening Right there, I'd plan to be. Recalling words in Gospel "Go show yourself to priest And offer for your cleansing......" What I could DO, 'twas th'least. HIS implications, given,  Of faith and submission,  Provided PROOF to "family" Of HIS great compassion. So up to church was driven,  Sat with my parents then, Yearned to be in the choirstall To sing there, once again. Just prior to service starting, As normal,  choir,  came in, I noticed some did see me, Then witnessed 'whisperin...

                                            ********* NOT ONE OF MINE ********* Should You Go First by  Albert K. Rowswell Should you go first and I remain To walk the road alone, I'll live in memory's garden, dear,  With happy days we've known. In Spring I'll watch for roses red When fades the lilac blue, In early Fall when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you. Should you go first and I remain For battles to be fought, Each thing you've touched along the way Will be a hallowed spot. I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile, Though blindly I may grope, The memory of your helping hand Will buoy me on with hope. Should you go first and I remain To finish with the scroll, No length'ning shadows shall creep in To make this life seem droll. We've known so much of happiness, We've had our cup of joy And memory is one gift of God That death cannot destroy. Should yo...

                                    GLORIA MAY BECKER                           {Nonagenarian}     Mid year in 1935,      The eighteenth day of June,   A newborn baby, did arrive,   And not a day too soon.    At 12 years old,  was born anew,    When t'church, with neighbour, went,     She heard the calling of her LORD    'Twas surely time, well spent.                            Worked hard, did she, at 'shirt factory'                                        Of Cluett/Peabody,                            Of constant wo...