Help Me Lord

Help me Lord, to be the person You want me to be,
Help others see, that You are there, guiding me;
Sometimes I'm frustrated, and get so cross too,
So help me stay happy, with the Joy from You.

Help me Lord, to be a Faithful servant for You,
Help me show care, and love, And teach to trust You too;
Sometimes I get lazy being so tired of the worlds sin,
Help give me the strength, to cope well within.

Help me Lord, To speak up for You each day,
Let many know, that they can trust You in every way;
Sometimes Lord, We don't try our hardest, help me too.
To be the minister, and be an inspiration to others for You.

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God is.....

God is my provider, For everything I need,

When I am hungry, I rely on Him my feed;

But even more, He supplies for me each day,

Strength for the day, And rest for me at night.

God is my great Physician, he helps every hurt and pain,

He heals when I'm not well, my trust in Him is not in vain;

He also heals past hurts, every anger and every fear,

Because He promised to never leave, but to stay so near.

God is my Teacher, and my very best Friend,

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Happy Birthday

Happy birthday, and may God bless you Ray,
Hope your day is special, and in a pain free way;
May God calm those tingling feelings that surround,
Your Body each day and night, on your day, will not be found.

Happy Birthday, to a great Friend and a brother,
I know you'll be blessed by your heavenly father;
Hope there'll be so much surprises in store,
And there will come loads of wishes even more.

Happy Birthday, and here are some verses from the Lord,
Rest in the Lord, and the Lord bless and keep you;
Be still and know, that He is your strength, it's in His Word,
May God go with you, and keep you from harm too.

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That's What Jesus Said

Verily, you must be Born again,
This is what Jesus said, to the man;
When the Ruler asked, how can I get there,
The answer is when we're saved, heaven we share,

To those who don't visit the sick, or feed the hungry,
This is what Jesus said, to all the people in the crowd;
When you don't do these to others, ye don't do it to me,
But if you keep and obey what I say, youll be safe, truly.

Trust in Me, and keep your eyes fixed on me every day,
This is what Jesus said, to the lost, and to Peter on the sea;
As the storm blew, and the waves and wind got rough,
Jesus put out His hand and rescued him, and said Peace be still.

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We need to walk the way of God

We need to walk the way of God, that is how I was taught,

Trusting Him every day, I see where the path, God has brought;

Sometimes up, sometimes so low, ahead of me, God does know,

So I will trust His guidance in my. Daily walk with Him you see!

Thank you Lord, Just keep on please, to guide me.

We need to go the way of prayer, thinking of others, who can't see,

That God's way is the right way to go, please help me, them to show;

They walk in darkness, not able to see the light ahead, it's true,

Just give me a vision of these folk Lord, just put them into view;

And open their hearts and minds, as I pray for them too.

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Give a flower

Give a flower to your mother, or to your wife,

With it say thanks, they make a difference to your life;

Your mother took time and a lot of patience too,

And so does the wife, and gives her love to you.

Give a rose to some one who needs a caring time,

Who because of sickness, or needs the day to shine;

Tell them you care, and want to show them too,

This'll make them feel better, the caring came from you.

Give some lily's at. Christmas, with a Christmas bell,

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Children are today.

Children are today, Too outspoken for their age,

Some of their attitude stinks, and they have too much rage;

When we as adults grew up years ago, learnt to behave,

We respected the older folk, and no drugs did we crave.

Some children today, through abuse, and neglect,

Are hurting inside them, what they need is hard to detect;

They need guidance, love, understanding and care,

They need to be shown that someone will be there.

Children today, are expected to grow up too quick,

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We don't need.

We don't need to be bullied or hurt till we cry,

By men abusers who think they can control you and I;

One of these days. They'll get paid back, for what they do,

So ladies out there, we need to protect us and our children too.

We don't need the pushing and hitting till we are so sore,

We don't need either them to lock us inside our door;

These monsters who think they can rule the roost each day,

So ladies we need to tell God, so why not Pray.

We don't need to have the anxiety and worry and fear,

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The soldiers fought

The soldiers fought a fight, and went for us,

They went not thinking of themselves, and no fuss;

Some were injured. Yet in such agony they fought,

And some carried back to safety, while the enemy was sought.

Those soldiers were so very brave, fighting in our place,

Marching altogether, In order and without grace;

They never knew if they'd get back home at all,

All they did was fighting to win, the problem wasn't small.

And a lot of those brave soldiers, lost arms and legs, it's so,

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What'll I. Do?

The years going quick, my mind is playing tricks,
My body is reeking in pain, oops, I just did the splits;
Where's the balance now I'm getting older,
But isn't it great, the older we get, we get more bolder.
Oh what'll I do, I ask! Yep, What'll I do?

As the years progress faster, time is my master,
Bearing down on me, to me time is a pester;
Then memory lane to me, is disappearing,
And the grey hairs are quickly appearing;
Oh dear, What am I to do, what am I to do.

Those friends I knew from years ago,
Gradually go away, to a place so free; it's true;
And the shopping and housework that has to be done,
Seems I'm not finished till the setting of sun;
Oh. What'll I do, yep, what'll I do.

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