This Much Love

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I asked Jesus

"How much do you love me?"

And Jesus said

"This much. . . "

And he stretched out his arms and died

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Taken from two plaques in my den
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Gods Secret to Life

Take time to think. . It is the source of Power
Take time to play. . It is the secret of Youth
Take time to be friendly. . It is the source of Happiness
Take time to work. . It is the price of Success
Take time to Pray. . It is the greatest power on Earth
Take time to Love the Lord. . It is the Way of God
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THE MAKING OF A KING

photo Life to me is a simple thing.
I don't need to be a king.
A humble home where kids can grow
And ability to teach, so they will know
That life is good if you're kind to your brother,
Even if you don't know one another.
To know yourself and what you're worth
Means more than all the gold on earth.
To reach out with love to a soul in need,
Makes you a man of a better breed.
Life is just that simple a thing.
Kindness and love can make you a king.

Written by Marion I. Donegan

"The Cross Room"

The young man, was at the end of his rope. Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer. "Lord, I can't go on," he said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear." The Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear it's weight, just place your cross inside this room. Then, open that other door, and pick out any cross you wish." The man was filled with relief. "Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and he did as he was told. Upon entering the other door, he saw many crosses, some so large the tops were not visible. Then, he spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far wall. "I'd like that one, Lord," he whispered. And the Lord replied, "My son, that is the cross you just brought in."

"The Policeman Faced His God" 


             The policeman stood and faced his God,
                  which must always come to pass.
                  He hoped his shoes were shining
                     just as brightly as his brass.
                   "Step forward now, policeman.
                     How shall I deal with you?
            Have you always turned the other cheek?
                To my church have you been true?"
         The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
                       "No Lord. I guess I ain't.
                  Because those who carry badges
                       can't always be a saint.
                   I've had to work most Sundays,
                  and at times my talk was rough...
                  and sometimes I've been violent
                because the streets are awful tough.
                       But I never took a penny
                      that wasn't mine to keep...
                 though I worked a lot of overtime
                  when the bills got just too steep.
                 And I never passed a cry for help,
                 though at times I shook with fear.
                  And sometimes, God forgive me,
                       I've wept unmanly tears.
                   I know I don't deserve a place
                       among the people here.
                   They never wanted me around
                      except to calm their fear.
                If you've a place for me here, Lord,
                        it needn't be so grand.
                 I never expected or had too much.
                 But if you don't...I'll understand."
             There was silence all around the throne
                  where the saints had often trod,
                  as the policeman waited quietly
                    for the judgement of his God.
                   "Step forward now, policeman.
                  You've borne your burdens well.
               Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
                   You've done your time in hell."
                           –Author unknown

THE POEM

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"

~Aurthur unknown~

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