AUGUST BLESSINGS

I see the August full yellow moon so bright

Giving out its yellow glow to light the night.

I see the stars at night, and know God is there

Making each one give out its light.

When I see these heavenly lights at night,

I know that God is on His throne in Heaven

and everything will be all right.

Casting my eyes upon the moon and stars

I am filled with God’s peace,

And I am ready for a good night’s sleep.

The dawn breaks to start a new day

And I pray God will guide me through another day,

And show me His will and way.

The sunset comes and the shadows fall

Across the meadow grass, and I take a few

More sips from my water glass.

Then I remember the Blessings sent all day.

I begin to thank God for all the Blessings

As I go to my place to pray.

Yes, God blesses me from day to day

Giving food, shelter and clothes to wear,

And He takes away every care.

Hand and hand we walk together,

No matter what kind of weather.

He takes me where He wants me to go,

Whether it be sunshine, rain, sleet or snow.

By Dorothy T. Donaldson

THE GIFT

To give a Gift of Love to other people

Makes me the happiest of anything I do.

It expands my world—-

It fills my heart with a feeling of Purpose and Joy

And the awareness

That nothing is an accident.

You and I have been put here

(Precisely where we are and precisely now)

For reasons that are very significant

And when I catch even a glimpse

Of that significance —–

Sparkling in the eyes of someone I

I have given to —-

The Whole World comes Alive for me

And I want to Laugh and Sing and

“Shout Hurray”!!

And at that moment in my heart

Everything makes Sense!

The Touch Of The Master’s Hand

Myra Brooks Welch

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
Hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bid, good people”, he cried,
“Who starts the bidding for me?”
“One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?”
“Two dollars, who makes it three?”

“Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three”. . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “What now am I bid for this old violin?”
As he held it aloft with its bow.
“One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?”
“Two thousand, Who makes it three?”
“Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone”, said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of the Master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.

A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He’s going once, and going twice -
He’s going – and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the MASTER’S hand.

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