I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW...
bell can ring from mountain top to
The doors can be opened wide by all.
The grounds can be tended with
tender loving care.
The windows can be cleaned
and gleam in the sunlight.
The roof can be kept in good repair,
the walls and floor the same.
But just as you can see through it all,
the Lord can do the same.
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this day and all year through
I will be grateful for all the family and
Both old and new.
For in the blink of an eye or
the careless hands unseen;
They can be lost to us forever;
to only be a memory
in our hearts so full of grief.
The grief will lessen in time
as their images fade in our minds.
But our hearts will forever carry
The loving touch they left behind.
dedication to my very dear friends.
Bernice P. Wilson
James (Tater-Bug) NcNabb
following was sent to me by a dear
June-Carole and I felt I needed to share
it with others.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People
were filling the
church to its fullest capacity! As they
entered, each were
given a bulletin filled with
announcements, topic of today's
sermon, what songs they would sing and
who to pray for.
At the end of the line stood an older man.
His clothes were
filthy and you could tell that he had not
bathed in days.
His face was covered in whiskers where he
had not shaved
for a very long time.
When he reached the usher, he removed his
tattered old brown
hat in respect. His hair was a long,
dirty, tangled mess.
He had no shoes on his feet, and wore
only soiled, black socks.
The usher put his fingers to his nose and
glared at the old man
and said, "Uh, I'm sorry sir, but
I'm afraid we can't let you in.
You will distract the congregation and we
don't allow anyone to
disrupt our service. I'm afraid you'll
have to leave."
The old man looked down at himself and
with a puzzled look on
his face, he placed his old brown hat
back upon his head and
turned to leave. He was sad as he loved
to hear the choir sing
praises to the Lord. He loved to watch
the little children get
up in front of the church to sing their
little songs. He carried
in his pocket a small worn out Bible and
loved to see if the
minister preached a passage from the
Bible that the old man had
underlined. He was respectful enough and
didn't want to cause
any commotion, so he hung down his head
and walked back down the
steps of the big brick church.
He sat down on the brick wall near the
edge of the church yard
and strained to listen through closed
doors and windows to the
singing going on in the church. Oh how he
wished he could be
inside with all the others. A few minutes
had passed by when all
of a sudden a younger man came up behind
him and sat down
near him. He asked the old man what he
He answered, "I was going to go to
church today, but they thought
I was filthy and my clothes are old and
worn, and they were afraid
I would disrupt their service. Sorry, I
didn't introduce myself.
My name is George."
The two gentlemen shook hands and George
couldn't help but notice
that this man had long hair like his. He
wore a piece of cloth
draped over his body tied with a royal
purple sash. He had
sandals upon his feet, now covered with
dust and dirt.
The stranger reached out to touch
George's shoulder and said,
"Hello, George, don't feel bad
because they won't let you in. My
name is Jesus, and I've been trying to
get into this same church
for years, and they won't let me in
Master walked in His Garden,
Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved ones,
To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was broken,
At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes,
So I saw His way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one,
For the pattern He has in mind;
But it's hard for the rest of us to see
Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet
We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance
My Lord is waiting for.
To each give forth a fragrance
To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day
To make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best
To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I'll be counted worthy
To be part of My Master's Bouquet.