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"Miracle"
By Deborah Simmons
At the end of a long and painful week, when Life had gone astray,
And the twin sins, Spite and Anger, had visited each day...
As my dreams left me abandoned--all alone and in dismay...
I sank, dejected, to my knees--and to the Lord I prayed.
"I could really use a miracle, to fix the things that broke,
To mend the battered friendships, to restore my shattered hopes,
To heal my wounded ego--to patch my broken heart...
It may not happen all at once--but a miracle's a start."
"I could use a chance to redeem myself--to show I really care,
And take the time to prove my worth to loved ones everywhere,
I'd appreciate a little time to try to make amends,
If things I've said or done this week have hurt my dearest friends.
"I'd like to sit and ponder on my blessings, large and small...
And thank you, Lord, for my great wealth (and for loving me at all)...
I promise I'd appreciate the ones I hold most dear...
If you could grant me one more chance, then I could persevere."
The Lord took pity on me...and in response to my appeal...
Said, "I know you want a miracle--instead, let's strike a deal.
I'll send a glistening sunrise--each and every day,
I'll grant you hours--twenty-four--to spend in work or play.
"Use the clouds to wipe your slate clean--of hurt and spite and pain,
Rinse the anger from your memories--with the mist and falling rain.
Wash your hands of hate and insult--with the sparkling morning dew,
Use the brand new day I give you--and start your life anew."
"Each new dawn brings possibilities--endless in their range...
For forgiveness, love and caring--and for honest, heartfelt change.
Use the means that I provide you--they'll help to guide you through...
I'll furnish all the tools you need--but the miracle's up to you."
Copyright 1995 Deborah Simmons
True Worth"
by Deb Simmons
Every one of God's small creatures has a purpose here on Earth,
Though there are times when He alone can measure our true worth.
Our mission may be grandiose; our mission may be small...
But despite the work God plans for us, we're equals--one and all.
Even mighty heads of government are mortal, after all,
And despite their earthly titles--someday, they too will fall...
And stand beside the poor man, the mother, or the child,
To face their fate in Heaven, when God's books are reconciled.
So plan your life accordingly, and see that it's well-spent,
And listen with your heart to hear the message God has sent.
Our work may not bring glory; our deeds may not bring fame,
But it's work that God's assigned us -- to accomplish in His name.
So...help a child who needs your guidance when others' backs are turned,
Be a friend to those around you--whom others may have spurned.
Help a mother and her family face the problems they've been dealt...
Be there for all who need you....(but help a man to help himself).
For the smallest man among us is a giant in some way,
And the youngest child may stumble, but will find his way someday,
And it's true the world is richer for their presence here on Earth...
But we must take the time to love them--and to measure their true worth.
So when pondering life's purpose, or regretting your steep path,
Take a moment for reflection--look to your heart to ask,
If your days should end tomorrow, would those around you care?
Have you done what God has asked you--do you really feel prepared...
To stand beside the poor man, the mother, or the child,
And face your fate in Heaven--when God's books are reconciled?
Copyright 1994 Deborah Simmons
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