The Purpose Of Life

These days of unemployment,
When you feel there's nought to do,
You may think 'my life is worthless'
"And the jobs o'er here are few"
But though you've no employment
You can put your mind at ease,
You've been placed here for a purpose
The Creator for to please.

Just think of what He's given you,
Health and strength and daily food,
And if you stop and ponder,
You'll realise that He IS good.
Then, when you start to praise Him,
He will on you, blessings, pour,
Then you will realise that
Your life IS worth living for.

You can praise Him for the weather,
For the sunshine, wind and rain,
The elements essential
For the plants to bloom again.
And than praise Him for your senses,
Taste, smell, feeling, sound and sight,
Then bow down and adore Him,
He's made everything aright.

And then your inner being,
Can you say about your soul
"I've been born again in Jesus"
"All is well, I've been made whole"?
How can you say 'Life's worthless'
During this relaxing spell,
Can you say 'Life has no purpose?
Surely not, when all is well.

So Hallelujah Jesus,
Hallelujah to my Lord,
You've given me a purpose,
You've declared it through your word.
I love you Lord and Saviour,
I give praise for all you've done,
You've given my life a meaning,

Through the death of your dear son.

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now The family rallied 'round, My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea, Was heading ‘homeward bound’. While visiting, - a daily rit, To spend some ‘qual’ty time’, I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip, I’ll ne’er forget this line. “You’ll not need me tomorrow night To visit with you, dad, Your number

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