Acts of CharityActs of CharityActs of Charity
Count not your days, But your blessings obtained. Think not of yesterdays Or faults they contained.
The future draws near, But in the present we remain. Our purpose seems clear; Let it not be in vain.
Love can be patient, But why wait forever? Your neighbors are standing next to you. Loving our neighbors sounds clever.
Smiles are never sold, But we can profit from a few. From what I was told, They make all things new.
Find your joy for today And add more for tomorrow. Any day is a
King of KingsKing of KingsKing of Kings
Even though people Say you are dead,
Forever I make My heart your homestead.
Even though sinners Say there’s no hope,
Forever your love Helps me to cope.
Even though cynics Say you’re mere man,
Never can they do The things you can.
Even though I Sinned many times before, Forever you stood outside Knocking at my door.
Even though I Felt ashamed of my sin, Forever you said That you would come in.
Even though I Failed you times before,
Forever you mad
Sacred HeartSacred HeartSacred Heart
Why would I hold anything against you? I’d rather hold you against me. You look like one who could use a hug. Let the warmth of one keep you company.
You have no need to worry. Trust me, child. I insist. I have given you absolution, So faith, hope and love exist.
Have faith that I will protect you. I will be there by your side. And hope will live forever, Even when it seems to hide.
Love prevails when it’s patient. It keeps no records of any blemish. No Fears should preside over your thoughts. Let all of you
The Last StormLong sleepless nights of sitting by the window Watching the snowflakes Swirl in the air outside. RememberingThe Last Storm
The red and gold leaves Of Autumn And longing for The green and yellow trees
Of spring.
Smoke from the mill drifts up Like a ghost of summers past, No longer leaving its mark Against a clear blue sky, But blending with A stark, colorless blanket Of white winter clouds and disappearing As did the warmth In what seems like lifetimes ago.
Bitter chilled wind lashes out at Bare and vulnerable faces, Leavin
NeverlandThe sun shines sadly Through rusty red clouds On a dusky and dead world Of empty streets and solitude. A few survivors stick together-- Some company after the culmination of the chaos That destroyed the days Of sun and Saturday golf in smiling Suburbia. Crumbled papers and abandoned cars Litter this lifeless land That once was thriving and thick With the fragrance of flowersNeverland
And happy hopes For a future that will forever be found Only in dead dreams of distressed damsels And noble knights of Neverland...
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