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This Moment

I may never see tomorrow;
there is no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday
belong to history,
I cannot predict the future,
I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moment,
I must treat it as my last
I must use this moment wisely
for it soon will pass away,
and be lost to me forever
as part of yesterday,
I must exercise compassion,
help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless,
make an empty life complete
The unkind things I do today
may never be undone,
And friendships that I fail to win
may nevermore be won,
I may not have another chance
on bended knee to pray,
And thank God with humble heart
for giving me this day.
Author Unknown

Moment By Moment

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoning mine;
Living with Jesus a new life devine;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord I am thine.
Moment by moment Im kept in his love;
Moment by moment Ive life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine.
Never a battle with wrong for the right,
Never a contest that He doth not fight;
Lifting above us His banner so white,
Moment by moment, Im kept in His sight.
Never a trial That He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I'm under His care.
Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop, and never a moan;
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment, He thinks of His own.
Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus, my Savior, abides with me still.

Stepping Stones

The Lord came to me like a dream one day and asked, "why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord my life is so full of pain, I can't face one more tomorrow."
The Lord sat down beside me, and gently took my hand.
He said, "Let Me explain to you, and then you'll understand.
Each sorrow is a stepping stone you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb is a sorrow that's passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside, with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way, I, the Rock, will lend support.
Every stepping stone you climb, makes spirit and heart grow strong
. Exercising character and faith, this road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones, to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult, they aid your way, to a City paved with gold.
I know that you are tired, for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply, but I cleared many stones away.
I left My Rock to lift you up, I left behind My story.
To give you strength to make your climb, to that special place in glory.
And never fear, the Rock is here, you'll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on, for they are but stepping stones.

He Is The Reason Why

People often ask me, why I live the life I live.
Why is it that to God my soul I choose to give.
I answer them proudly, with my spirits lifted high.
Jesus Christ my Savior, He's the reason why.
He gave his life at Calvary, to save both you and me.
The price how very great it was, still Jesus paid the fee.
They hung Him on cross, and pierced Him in His side.
So that we could live, my Jesus chose to die.
Still just when people thought, they had seen the end.
My Jesus in all His glory, He came back again.
And you ask me why I give my life,
It's cause it is not mine to keep.
It's been bought by God with the blood of Christ,
So what choice is left for me.
I can live my life down here on Earth and be just who I am.
Or I can live for God while I'm here, and live again in the promise land.
You make your choice, but mines been made.
I choose my mansion over a fiery grave.
The task is very simple, it's impossible to fail.
You give your life to Jesus, and you save yourself from hell.
So you can ask me each and every day,
but my story will remain the same.
Cause if my names erased from the book of life,
I've only me to blame.
So see while..
People often ask me, why I live the life I live.
Why is it that to God my soul I choose to give.
I answer them proudly, with my spirits lifted high.
Jesus Christ my Savior, He's the reason why.
Jesus Christ my Savior, He's the reason why.

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