"For every pain that we must bear, For every burden, every care, There's a reason.
For every grief that bows the head, For evey tear drop that is shed, There's a reason.
For every hurt, for every plight, For every lonely, pain-racked night There's a reason
But if we trust in God as we should, All must work out for our good. He knows the reason."
Written by: Mandie..l998, Dec 28
I'll feel sorry for you, my friend if today your life should end--If I don't see you up there walking the streets of gold because you wouldn't listen when the story of Jesus was told. Oh don't harden your heart with worldly pride--Don't cast the love of Jesus aside!
For He gave up all for you and me--that the road of life our eyes would see. Now if Jesus has spoken to your heart today, take Him at His promise--do not turn Him away. Oh don't harden your heart with worldly pride--don't cast the love of Jesus aside!
By: Wesley E. Partridge
Love can make a sad heart sing,
A beggar feel just like a king,
A cloudy sky look bright and blue,
That's what love can do!
Love can ease a broken heart,
And make the common look like art,
Change the winter into Spring,
Love can do most anything!
Love can stand the strongest test,
If you have spare time to invest,
Find a love that's deep and true,
See for yourself what love can do!
B: Wesley E. Partridge
You Are Cordially Invited To A BIRTHDAY
CELEBRATION
Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ
Date: Every day. Traditionally
December 25, but He's always
around, so the date is flexible.
Time: Whenever you're ready, (please don't
be too late, though; or
you'll miss out on all the fun)
Place: In your heart. He'll meet you there
(you'll hear Him knock)
Attire: Come as you are...grubbies are
okay. He'll be washing our clothes
anyway. He said something about new white
robes and crowns for everyone who stays
till the last.
Tickets: Admission is free. He's already
paid for everyone. (He says
you would not have been able to afford it. It
cost Him everything He had!!).
Refreshments: New wine, bread and a far-out
drink He calls "Living water." Followed by
a supper that promises to be out of this
world!!
Gift Suggestions: Your heart. He's one of
those people who already has everything
else. (He's very generous in return though
just wait until you see what He has for you.)
Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light,
Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion
with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing,
Power, Eternity in Paradise, and much more!
(All rated "G" so bring your family and
friends)
RSVP: Very Important! He must know ahead so
He can reserve a spot for you at the table.
Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for
future reference. (He calls it the "Lamb's
Book of Life").
Party Being Given By His Kids (That's us)
Hope To See You There!
"Let us rejoice and be glad and give him
glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come,
and his bride has made herself ready. Fine
linen, bright and clean, was given her to
wear." (Fine linen stands for the righteous
acts of the saints.) ... 'Blessed are those
who are invited to the wedding supper of the
Lamb!' .."
Revelation 19:7-9 NIV -- FOR THOSE OF
YOU WHOM I WILL SEE AT THE PARTY SHARE WITH
SOMEONE!! >>
You can't light a candle to show others the
way,
Without feeling the warmth of that
bright little ray.
And you can't pluck a
rose, all fragrant with dew,
Without part
of its fragrance remaining on you.
By: Helen Steiner Rice
You tell me that I am getting old, I tell you
that's not so!
The house I live in is
worn out, And that, of course, I know.
It's been in use a long while; It's weatherd
many a gale.
I'm really not surprised you
think it's getting somewhat frail.
The color's changing on my roof; the windows
are getting dim,
The walls a bit
transparent, and looking rather thin;
The
foundation's not so steady, as once it used
to be.
My house is getting shaky, but my
house isn't me!
My few short years can't make me old, I feel
I'm in my youth,
Eternity lies just
ahead, a life of joy and truth.
I'm going
to live forever there; life will go on--it's
grand;
You tell me I am getting old? You
just don't understand!
The dweller in my little house is young and
light and gay;
Just starting on a life to
last throughout eternal day.
You only see
the outside, which is all most folks see.
You tell me I am getting old? You've mixed my
house with ME!
Author: Unknown
Bewildered and dreadful, sick of all
hate,
My mind reaches out to battle the
stormy sea. But to no avail, for my ship is
wounded.
So I shall ponder and wait for one who shall
come and rescue me from my horror.
My body aches to fight back, but here I sit
alone with no manner in which I may cast my
sword.
The ruinous tide is rolling in like a spider
on its prey; it pulverizes my ship, rocks it
to and fro, tearing plank from plank,
The
sails shreaking and ripping to shreds from
the raging storm!
Yet I sit
alone--envious of the storm and the
wickedness with which it tears my ship to
bits.
Ah! Is that a beam of light I see far off on
the horizon?
Is there hope of
recovery?
I see the storm has retrieved now and I am
adventurous. I shall take my ship's planks
and make a raft.
I shall reach that beam
of light on the far-off horizon. Then I shall
return to my ship and restore it to itself
and replenish it--and on to fight the war
again!
I shall never give up!
Written by: dcfournier - at age 20
The life of a housewife is murder,
Washing clothes and putting them away.
Running errands and buying groceries,
Watching the children while at play.
She labors all day in the kitchen,
Supper's on when it's time for him to come
home,
She'd like to hit him over the head with
dishes,
Finally when her work is finished,
She finally can stand it no longer,
He takes her in his arms then, Written by: dcfournier at age
20
~anonymous~
Barbara J. Winter
The wind is rustling through the trees,
The stately tree, so tall it stands,
The Word of God likens us to an olive
tree,
Lord, my heart's desire is to serve thee,
Yet in my heart there's a yearning,
My flesh wars against my spirit,
Brothers and sisters it won't be long,
Written by Connie Fournier - October 8,
1999
Back to: CONNIE'S CORNER
Cooking and cleaning each day.
And she does this all for nothing,
Coffee all made and perked.
And the sweet little darling walks in and
says,
"What's cooking and what'd you do
all day while I worked?"
But she loves him too much for
that.
And then she'd like to blow her lid when he
says,
"Honey aren't you getting a little
fat?"
She collapses in the chair and sighs.
He looks up from the evening paper and
says-
"Sit and watch TV all day, boy it
must be nice!"
And bursts into a fountain of tears.
He says "You know I'm only kidding."
"You should know that after all these
years!"
And gives her a big kiss and a squeeze.
He says, "Honey, you know I love you."
"Even if you do live a life of ease!"
Across the way
Lives a friend so true,
Who brightens my days
When they've been blue.
His way is of such
So gentle and kind,
I am proud to call him
A friend of mine.
His spirit is the essence
Of honesty and truth,
He's such an inspiration
Although he stays aloof.
A brilliant mind God gave him
Helping people he does do,
He gives his time and labor
Sharing knowledge with them too.
He protects the young and innocent
Keeping them safe from harm and threat,
And woe to the ones who hurt them
Their life they will regret.
Though never have I seen him
His photograph or face,
His impression will last forever
For nothing could erase.
Eight months is all I've known him
Yet it seems a lifetime too,
Eight months I thank our God for
These months I've shared with you.
Our bond is strong and lasting
For there's much that we have shared,
True friendship last forever
When two friends have truly cared.
Written May 12, 1999 by Judy C. Gibson
Your beauty is all around me Lord;
I see you in the trees!
I feel your love surround me Lord;
It touches me in the breeze!
I see your love all about me Lord;
It permeates the skies!
And I feel your love in a baby's touch;
Looking deep into its eyes!
A tiny flowers opens its petals and reaches
toward the Son!
The earth breaks forth in song in Spring for
new life has begun!
All nature itself is Your orchestra of
praise; it renders all its due!
Yet stubborn man fails to recognize that his
only help is in you!
Whistling so gently as they drop their
leaves.
I watch the leaves as they take
their flight,
Knowing they'll cover the
ground before night.
With bows arching up, as if lifting their
hands.
The roots in the ground go oh so
deep,
It's Fall, the trees are getting ready to
sleep.
Bearing fruit it should ever be.
In a time and place where there is no
strife,
Roots drinking deep from the
River of Life.
To be as that green olive tree.
My roots planted deep, my arms held high,
Producing fruit as days go by.
At the same time almost a mourning.
To go home and to take that final flight,
Yet to work while there is still
light.
There's a longing and nothing can fill
it.
To cease from works, trials and
pain,
And just taste of the heavenly rain.
Till we hear that final song.
Till the leaves of life have all fallen,
And we'll be going home.
FOR GOD'S GLORY
FOR GOD'S GLORY -
P.2
FAMILY
FRIENDS - LINKS
TESTIMONY
TRIBUTE TO MY DAD
AWARDS & GIFTS
FRIENDS' PHOTO GALLERY
FRIENDS' PHOTO GALLERY -
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FRIENDS' PHOTO GALLERY -
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GRAPHICS, MIDIS, & MISC.
THE SHEPHERD & THE LAMB
A GIFT OF LOVE
CONNIE'S LAMB by Paula Wedding
AWARDS - PAGE 2
