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| To Reflections | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Unfolding the Rose | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| DON'T QUIT When things go wrong, as they sometimes will When the road you are trudging seems all uphill When the funds are low and the debts are high and you want to smile but you can only sigh When care is pressing you down a bit Rest if you must , but don't you quit! Life is queer with it's twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns and many a person turns about When they might have won had they stuck it out < Don't give up though the pace seem slow, you may succeed with another blow! Often the struggler has given up When he might have captured the Victor's cup and he learned to late when the night came down how close he was to the Golden Crown! Success is failure turned inside out So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit It is when things seems worst. "YOU MUST NOT QUIT! |
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| A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and for his ministry. Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to TRY to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact...It wasn't long before he realized how impossible it was to do so. Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older preacher began to recite the following poem... |
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| It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design; But I cannot unfold the petals With these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to such as I. GOD opens this flower so sweetly, When in my hands they fade and die. If I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of God's design, Then how can I think I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine? So I'll trust in Him for His leading Each moment of every day. I will look to him for His guidance Each step of the pilgrim way. The pathway that lies before me, Only my Heavenly Father knows. I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose. |
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| WHAT MATTERS One hundred years from now, it will not matter what kind of car I drove, how much I had in my bank account, nor what my clothes looked like. But the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child. |
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