Don’t Forget Jesus

Christmas is a special time,

To reflect on Jesus Christ.

The wonder of his lowly birth,

Brings meaning to our lives.

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There really is no other reason,

We celebrate this day.

The birth of God’s precious son,

And the life he willingly gave.

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But so much seems to distract us,

In the busyness of our lives,

We loose our focus in all the happenings

Not knowing we leave out Christ.

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We loose sight of the true meaning

As we endlessly rush about,

Trying to find that perfect gift,

Seems to cloud our Savior out.

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We need to stop and reflect awhile,

Remembering our precious Lord.

His birth, His life and sacrifice

And all that He stands for.

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For though the world may celebrate,

It seems, though, for other reasons,

Lets keep in mind that Jesus Christ

Is the reason for the season!

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By M S Lowndes

themessiahsmanger

Have the most blessed day my friend!

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I Don’t Know Who Wrote This, But It Is Good!!

An Atheist view on life

I will live my life according to these beliefs

God does not exists

It is foolish to think

That there is a God with a cosmic plan

That an all powerful God brings redemption and healing to the pain and suffering of the world

is a comforting thought however

it

is only wishful thinking

People can do as they please without eternal consequence

The idea that

I am deserving of Hell

Because of sin

is a lie meant to make me a slave to those in power

“The more you have the happier you will be”

Our existence has no grand meaning or purpose

In a world with no God

There is freedom to be who I want to be

But with God

Everything is fine

It is ridiculous to think

I am lost and in need of saving

A Christian view on life

( read this poem from bottom to top!)

Grab Kleenex Before You Read

Little Hands
by Victoria Brake 
 
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb, and tears to wipe.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Teeth to brush and bedtime baths.
Little cups that must be filled.
Teething rings that must be chilled.
Little dresses, spin and twirl.
Little hair bows, little curls.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.

Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
She ties her shoes and combs her hair.
Picks out her clothes, knows what to wear.
She grabs her doll, heads to the door.
I smile, she’s still a little girl.
We’re at the park, we play pretend.
She tells me I’m her favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
She needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.

She’s older now, my little girl.
She’s learning more about the world.
Each night I ask the Lord above,

to help me teach her how to love.
There’s so much that she needs to know,
and I’m still learning as I go.
Please, Lord… PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.

What just happened? Can it be?
My little girl is now a teen.
No more dolls, and no more bows.
That happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently,
as I instruct her, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.

Loving, sincere, pure and wise.
Her time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.

Her bags are packed and by the door.
She’s off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock her… she would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck her in her bed,
and kiss her on her precious head.
No more ballet, no more tee ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today she’ll leave this cozy nest,
and spread her wings, and give her best.

Five years later, long white dress.
My heart is full, I am so blessed.
My little girl, a woman now.
So full of grace, I am so proud.
A handsome man, I’ll call my son.
I’ve prayed for him, since she was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For strengthening our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.

Two years later, by her bed.
The doctor says, he sees a head.
A baby girl, wrapped up in pink.
My daughter reaches her to me.
I close my eyes, and smell her hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
I lay her on my daughter’s chest,
the years ahead will be her best.

It’s true, she may not know it yet.
But she will soon, that I can bet.

 

Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
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I read this here.
Since my oldest daughter is graduating in a few weeks,
this poem really hit home as to just how fast
time with our children flies by.
I miss the little girls she was.
When she could climb into my lap and cuddle.
I miss the cute little pictures she would make for me.
I love the way she would be outside pretending to be a spy or on a treasure hunt with her incredible imagination.
Still,
I am so proud of the beautiful young woman she has become.
She is good, pure, honest, strong, intelligent, faithful, amazing, creative, has the voice of an angel…
She is all that and so much more!
She gives me so much joy!
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I am so blessed to have such a daughter!
Thank you God for her.
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Going to hug all my little loves right now
and
the man who shares them with me.