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SEPTEMBER SONG
September sings a special song;
The Summer's winding down,
Goldenrod and asters bloom
And the corn is turning brown.
Mornings start out crisp and cool
With a touch of frost on the pumpkin,
Overhead geese honk in flight
And squirrels are busy munchkins.
Nature prepares for her winter rest
As Katy-dids and Crickets sing along.
Rustling leaves and school bells calling,
September's singing her special song.
by Dorothy Miller Birdwell

IT TAKES TIME

It takes time, God using it to teach and to show us what we've missed in our lives, not to look back in self condemnation but forward, using the past as a forceful tool in order to exhort us onward into the deep. The depth of a plan that has already been set in place for us to follow, and of course make choices. Life is a choice of choices. Choose life that you may live. The real key to life and time is the choices we make not only in our lives, but in our relationships and endeavors. But those precious memoirs stored up in gratefulness is our gift from God to and from each other. Picture post memoirs, life-like isn't it? Do you know why? Because it is part of your life-size portrait. Don't ever forget to take a look at the goodness in life that has been so freely given.

by Daniel Rippy St.Ama
A PLACE OF REST
My soul needs a resting place,
Somewhere to call home;
A place it can go in times of trouble
In times of despair.
My soul needs a hiding place
Under the shelter of Your mighty wing
Hold me -- Protect me,
Let me find quietness and peace
In the comforting embrace of Your arms
The spirit of God is in me
Providing comfort and guidance
Sustaining me
Giving me the strength
To face another day.
Submitted by S.L. Atkins

MEMORIES
Precious little memories of little things well done,
Make the very darkest day a bright and happy one;
Tender little memories of some word or deed,
Give us strength and courage when we are in need.
Blessed little memories help us bear the cross
And soften all the bitterness of failure and of loss.
Priceless little memories are treasures without price,
And through the gateway of the heart they lead to paradise.

Submitted by Otis Rainwater