Melanie Hanni

Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below,
With tiny lights like heavens stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away your tears,
For I am spending Christmas with
With Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare,
With the Christmas choir here.
I have not words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring,
It’s far beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.

I know how you miss me,
I see the pain within your heart,
But I am not so far away.
We really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me loved ones.
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad for I am spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a memory,
Of my un-denying love.
After all, “Love” is the gift
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other,
Like my Father said to do.
For I can’t count the blessings
Or the love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas
And wipe away your tears.
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.

by Sarah Schieber

Rejoice in the Lord – It’s Christmas – poem by Helen Steiner Rice

He’s the Saviour of the World

All the world has heard the story

of the LITTLE CHRIST CHILD’S BIRTH,

But too few have felt the meaning

of His mission here on earth…

Some regard it as a story

that is beautiful to hear,

A lovely Christmas custom

that we celebrate each year…

But it is more than just a story

told to make our hearts rejoice,

It’s Our Father up in heaven

speaking through the Christ Child’s voice,

Telling us of heavenly kingdoms

that He has prepared above

For all who trust His mercy

and live only for His love…

And only through the Christ Child

can man be born again,

For God sent the BABY JESUS

as the SAVIOR OF ALL MEN.

by Helen Steiner Rice

May we all remember the true meaning of Christmas

There is a Reason for Everything

Our Father knows what’s best for us,
So why should we complain–
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain–
We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer,
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear…
Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow,
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet Tomorrow…
For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm,
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form…
God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain,
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain…
And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent,
We will find no cause for murmuring
And not time to lament
For Our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain,
So He never sends us Pleasures
When the Soul’s Deep Need is Pain…
So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make Our Spirit Strong.
Helen Steiner Rice

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AMERICA’S YELLOW RIBBON

Simple Yellow Ribbon,

Sacred as a Prayer.

Your strength as strong as steel,

A quality so Rare.

Streaming down our highways,

Symbol of our Hope.

America’s “Yellow Ribbon”,

Is helping us to Cope.

Uniting neighbors Doorways,

The ribbon makes us Friends.

Unspoken silent Wishes,

For all of us to Tend.

Oh, may we be not lacking,

Our hands stretched cross the sea.

Making sure that others,

Will have Democracy.

Or might we be a Nation

Of “Gravy Lappers” who,

Gobble up the goodies,

And don’t want to share with “You”.

We enjoy “Our” Country’s freedoms,

A gift from long ago.

From brave young men and women,

Who said that they would go.

Sacrifice isn’t ever easy,

Usually unpopular too.

Because when it’s required,

It has to come from y0u.

Some things are worth defending,

Even when we’d like to hide.

Freedom’s Choice and Courage,

Are always side by side.

Now, there are “2″ different view points,

Of that we’re all aware.

But America’s “Yellow Ribbons”,

A message all can share.

“Support Our Troops and God Bless the USA”

written by Esther Scott October 2004

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Freedom of America

Freedom of Opportunity: America is a land of open doorways to achievement and success.

Freedom to Grow: In America a man has the freedom to make the most of his potentialities;  little men may become giants.

Freedom of Friendship: In America a man may choose his friends from any class, creed, or race – there are no barriers to friendship.

Freedom of Enterprise: In America every man has a chance to grow.

Freedom of Travel: There are no boundaries or borders to restrict the free travel of Americans.

Freedom of Trial by Jury: In America a man is innocent until proven guilty.

Freedom of Expression: In America a man may speak out for the things he believes in, without fear of suppression.

Freedom from Fear: In America faith transcends fear and people are free to pursue the happy way of life.

Freedom of Thought: In America a man is free to seek to read, to listen, to hear all sides, and make up his own mind.

Freedom of Ballot: Use of the power of the Ballot is the privilege and responsibility for free Americans.

Freedom from Want: Americans bow their heads in thankfulness for the Gifts of God.

Freedom of Religion: In America a man may worship God according to the dictates of his own conscience.

- Sunshine Magazine 1954 –

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Financial Freedom

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
Those prints are large and round and neat,
“But Lord, they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones,
“For miles I carried you along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.”
“You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your bum.”
“Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their bum prints in the sand.”
author unknown

Fast track Debt RELIEF – one step at a time

Among the great and glorious gifts
Our Heavenly Father sends
Is the Gift of Understanding,
That we find in loving friends,
For in this world of trouble
That is filled with anxious care
Everybody needs a friend
In whom they’re free to share
The little secret heartaches
That lay heavy on their mind,
Not just a mere acquaintance
But someone who’s “Just Our Kind”—
For, somehow, in the generous heart
Of loving, faithful friends
The good God in His charity
And wisdom always sends
A sense of understanding
And the power of perception
And mixes these fine qualities
With kindness and affection
So when we need some sympathy
Or a friendly hand to touch,
Or an ear that listens tenderly
And speaks words that mean so much,
We seek our true and trusted friend
In the knowledge that we’ll find
A heart that’s sympathetic
And an understanding mind…
And often just without a word
There seems to be a union
Of thoughts and kindred feelings
For GOD gives TRUE FRIENDS communion.
Helen Steiner Rice

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What GREAT News!! My husband and I are going to have three new grand-babies in 2009, Wow, it doesn’t get better than that.  We love the three we already have, three more will be all the better.  I just wanted to share a sweet poem to give to expecting parents.

Which Shall It Be?
Some folks pray for a boy,
and some for a golden-haired little girl to come.
Some claim that there’s more joy
Wrapped in the smile of a little boy,
While others pretend that the silky curls
And the plump, pink cheeks of a little girl,
Brings more bliss to the old home place
Than a small boy’s wiggly, little freckled face.
Now, which is better?   I couldn’t say!
If the Lord should ask me to choose today.
If He should put in a call to me
And say, “Now, what shall your order be–
A boy or a girl–I have both in store.
Which of the two are you waiting for?”
I’d say with one of my broadest grins,
“Send either one, if it can’t be twins!”
I’ve heard it said, to some folks’ shame,
That they’d cried with grief when a small boy came,
For they wanted a girl.
And some folks I know who wanted a boy,
Went on so when a girl was sent.
But it seems to me that mothers and fathers should happy be
To think that when the stork has come and gone,
That the Lord would trust them with either one.
A boy or a girl–there can be no choice–
There’s something lovely in either voice!
And all that I ask of the Lord to do
Is see that the mother comes safely through,
And guard the baby and have it well,
with a perfect form and a healthy yell,
And a pair of eyes and lock of hair,
Then boy or girl, its dad won’t care.
-Edgar A. Quest-

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