Too often we don't realize what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong"
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind
So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through
Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot
by Regina Riggs
Showing posts with label Grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 November 2024
Tuesday, 17 September 2024
“What If God Should Go On Strike?”
“How good it is that God above has never gone on strike
Because He was not treated fair in things He didn’t like.
If only once He’d given up and said, “That’s it, I’m through,”
“I’ve had enough of thee on earth, so this is what I’ll do.”
“I’ll give my orders to the sun, cut off the heat supply,
And to the moon give no more light and run the oceans dry.
Then just to make things really tough and put the pressure on,
Turn off the vital oxygen till every breath is gone.”
You know He would be justified, if fairness were the game.
For no one has been more abused or met with more disdain
Than God, and yet he carries on, supplying you and me
With all the favors of His grace, and everything for free.
Men say they want a better deal, and so on strike they go,
But what a deal we’ve given God to whom all things we owe.
We don’t care who we hurt to gain the things we like,
But what a mess we’d all be in if God should go on strike.”
[Walt Huntley]
Dear friends, let us seriously “think” about the words in this poem, and then humbly bow, being thankful for "every perfect gift" that comes from God, the Father.
Because He was not treated fair in things He didn’t like.
If only once He’d given up and said, “That’s it, I’m through,”
“I’ve had enough of thee on earth, so this is what I’ll do.”
“I’ll give my orders to the sun, cut off the heat supply,
And to the moon give no more light and run the oceans dry.
Then just to make things really tough and put the pressure on,
Turn off the vital oxygen till every breath is gone.”
You know He would be justified, if fairness were the game.
For no one has been more abused or met with more disdain
Than God, and yet he carries on, supplying you and me
With all the favors of His grace, and everything for free.
Men say they want a better deal, and so on strike they go,
But what a deal we’ve given God to whom all things we owe.
We don’t care who we hurt to gain the things we like,
But what a mess we’d all be in if God should go on strike.”
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