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THE OLD HOME RANGE

Passing down the pathway of life, my boy, Don't falter nor turn from the way. Do the best you can; we'll understand, And remember, God will help you along life's way. The grass may look greener over yonder, But it's better on "The old home range." The lights may look brighter over yonder, But it's better if you never, never change. Keep your eyes wide open and stay free. Don't stray from the straight narrow way. Things may look great to you over there, But remember how good it's been on "The old home range." by Thomas L. Howard

LIFE'S A JOURNEY

I finally came to understand Before my Grandma died Why she was so very kind To tramps and strangers. These men would stop by our house, Asking for a drink of water, Or if they could do some work for her. She'd ask the man to wait outside. She'd ask him to please sit on the porch swing. Then she'd bring him a cup of hot tea, A sandwich, wrapped in a cloth napkin, And a bright and shiny apple She used to say to me That you never know when You might be entertaining angels. Life is a journey and it matters not How or when you arrive at your destination; The lessons you learn along the way And what matters most are the lives you've touched By your goodness or your pain, By your deeds or by your shame. Grandma taught me that she and I Don't need to walk down life's road Hand-in-hand, to arrive side-by-side; Before our God in His promised land. Now that I am old, gray and a Grandma myself, I have learned that as long as the lessons My Grandma taught me, live on in me, She is never very far from my side. by Linda Amos

THE MASTER

Do you love birds in flight, Or the stars at night, The flowers in spring, Or birds that sing? If you love the Masterpiece, You must love the Master. If you love the Master, You must love the Master's Son. If you love the Son, Then you must believe! by Katrina Edwards