Give what is best!!!

I wanted health and strength to do great things,
Infirmity taught patience for each day.

My strength, as fleeting as a moth’s white wing,
Lift me dependent, that I might obey.

I wanted wealth for happiness and ease,
But poverty prevailed and made me wise.

I wanted power to conquer and to please,
But weakness made me see through others’ eyes.

I wanted leisure time to dream and plan,
But duty brought self-discipline and while

I sought approval of my fellowman,
I found it not, but in my Savior’s smile.

And now that I have been so richly blest,
This is my daily prayer, “Give what is best”.

want to live on....

I’ve dreamed many dreams that never came true.
I’ve seen them vanish at dawn,
But I’ve realized enough of my dreams,
Thank God,
To make me want to dream on.

I’ve prayed many prayers when no answer came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers have come to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.

I’ve trusted many a friend that failed,
And left me to weep alone,
But I’ve found enough of my friends true blue,
To make me keep trusting on.

I’ve sown many seed that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I’ve held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.

I’ve drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many ways without song,
But I’ve sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.

Fortitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are creowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordy train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.