Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while..
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial...
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone
I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!!!
The Guy in the Glass
by Dale Wimbrow, (c) 1934
When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.
For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the guy in the glass.
In grateful memory of our father, the author, Dale Wimbrow
ETERNAL LIFE IS GOD'S ANSWER
God has solved it--Life's
The deepest, the strongest, the last;
And into the school of the angels
With the answer "Tiffany"
How strange that in spite
of our questions,
That are only answered with pain,
We don't understand why she left us.
When she'd many laurels
How strange she should sleep
So young, so unworn by the strife!
While beside her, brimful of Hope's nectar,
Untouched stands the
goblet of life.
Men slumber like that when
Of life's weary day droppeth down,
Tiffany worked so hard for her laurels,
That she earned the rest,
and a crown.
'Tis idle to talk of the
And "what might have been," 'mid our tears;
God knew all about it, yet took her,
Away from the oncoming years.
God knew all about it -
How gentle she was, and how brave,
How brilliant her possible future-
Yet put her to sleep in the grave.
God knows all about those
who loved her,
How bitter the trial must be;
And right through it all, God is loving,
And knows so much better than
So now, in the hour of darkness,
in God to lessen our strife,
For He took earth's laurels from Tiffany
And crowned her with Eternal Life.
(By an UNKNOWN AUTHOR