No music He Heard, and no angels He saw
As He lay in His wrapping of linen and straw;
And the ox and the ass could not kneel and adore
For the poor vreatures never were angels before.
The palace He found was an old cattle stall
With a broken-down roof and a windowless wall,
And it looked so ashamed of its spider-worn wood;
But it tried to be Heaven, as well as it could.
A dull stable lantern that hung dark and dim
Was the small bit of moonlight that flickered on Him.
Now it longed to be beautiful, starry and bright,
And it sputtered and wept for the dearth of its light.
But a Lady of Beauty stood over His head
While she gathered the strewings about for His bed.
And her soul was as sweet as a fresh-budding rose
And as white as the fusion of myriad snows.
And her hands did not soil this immaculate prize,
And her breath did not sully the bloom in His eyes.
On her breast sweet and safe could He slumber and nod;
This lily-white village-maid, Mother of God.
More Than Ever, Our
Thoughts Turn Gratefully To
Those Who Have Made Our
Progress Possible.And In This
Spirit, We Say, Simply But
Sincerely, Thank YouAnd Best
Wishes For The Holiday Season
AndAHappy New Year With
God’s Best Blessings.
sometimes I get angry.
So did You.
This day, whenever I find myself
angry, help me to accept that
anger as a reality.
This day, help me to realize that
my anger is itself your gift, sent
to me to work through wisely.
This day, fill me with Your love
so that I may control my anger
and direct it into things
that make Your creation better
for us all.
When America had an urgent need,
These brave ones raised a hand;
No hesitation held them back;
They were proud to take a stand.
They left their friends and family;
They gave up normal life;
To serve their country and their God,
They plowed into the strife.
They fought for freedom and for peace
On strange and foreign shores;
Some lost new friends; some lost their lives
In long and brutal wars.
Other veterans answered a call
To support the ones who fought;
Their country had requirements for
The essential skills they brought.
We salute each and every on of them,
The noble and the brave,
The ones still with up here today,
And those who rest in a grave.
So here’s to our country’s heroes;
They’re a cut above the rest;
Let’s give the honor that is due
To our country’s very best.
“TRIBUTE” by Joanna Fuchs
Loving God, help me this day to rest, for at least
afew moments, in your loving embrace.
Let me rest even though my mind is racing and
filled with anxiety and doubt. Let met rust,
even in my imperfection, that you love me
this day, exactly as I am.
Help me strive for perfection as you have called
me to do, but grant me the grace not to be
overwhelmed witht he struggle and to be
satisfied with the progress even if it is slow
and at times unsatisfactory. I offer you this
prayer in faith and in the confidence you’ve
given me int he name of Jesus your son.
Yo uknow allthings.
Youreadmyheart and my mind.
Yo uknow my joys and my deepest fears.
To day,bewithme, and helpmebattle
the evilthatwilltry to draw my
attention awayfrom Yo u, the giverof
Today,bewithme, and helpmetosee
Yo uinthose around me,tofind comfort
in their caring and compassion.
Today,bewithme, and helpmetolearn
once again thattrue hope and peace
are found only in You.
Today,and every day,helpmetodepend
on You. Amen.
No Man Or Woman Is Wo rth Yo ur Tears &The
One Who Is,Won’tMake Yo uCry.
Just BecauseSomeone Doesn’tLove Yo uThe Way
Yo uWant Them To,Doesn’tMean They Don’t
Love Yo uWith AllThey Have.
ATrue Friend Is SomeoneWho ReachesFor
Yo ur Hand &TouchesYour Heart.
The Worst WayToMiss Someone Is To Be Sitting
RightBesideThem Knowing YouCan’t Have Them.
NeverFrown, Even WhenYou Are Sad, Because
Yo uNever Know Who Is FallingInLove With
Yo ur Smile.
To The World Yo uMay Be OnePerson, But To One
Person YouMay Be TheWorld.
There’sAlwaysGoing To Be People That Hurt You,
So What YouHave To Do Is Keep On Trusting&
Just Be MoreCarefulAboutWho YouTrust Next
Sometimes Iget angry.
AndIsay or do things that Ilater regret.
Then Iapologize forthe cruel wordsormy
But apologies aren’t alwaysenough.
Theremay be no way to undo the harm.
Help me to accept anger as areality in my life.
Help me to controlitand direct it into things
that make Yo ur creation betterfor us all.
Helpmetoturn the negative energyintoa
positive good -
for the oppressedand the poor;
for those in needhere and around the world.
Lord, fillmewithlove and understanding so
thatImay control my anger.
For amoment of understanding can prevent a