What shall we eat, ?

What shall we eat for breakfast, said the childrens mother,

What about pancakes and honey, but mum said its a bother;

The father came down, and he said, Id like a nice mixed grill,

But mum said cereal it is, cause I still can't cook I feel I'll.

What shall I have to eat, at lunch time today,

I might try a grill, or hamburger, but there's no way,

One is my money, the other is my weight,

If I eat too much, I'll get depressed, then I'll be in a state,

What do you want to eat, we re asked said the lady in the cafe,

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May You

May you learn to love the Lord,
And enjoy to read His Holy Word;
May the Lord teach you, all things in every way,
And God will inspire you to Pray every day.

May you be fulfilled, with Gods love thru' and Thru,
Learn to help others, and to them be true;
May you always be a kind and loving friend,
Serving the Lord your God, to the very end.

May you want to share the Gospel Story,
How Jesus came, to earth from Glory;
That He was here, born to die for us all,
To save mankind, from satans claw.

May the gifts of the spirit be bestowed on you,
Love, Joy, Peace, Gentleness, and the others too;
May you grow, to be more like Him every day,
So you'll become a stronger Christian, this is what I pray.

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The sunlight of God

The sunlight of Gods love,

Oh such strength, from above;

Taking care of each daughter and son,

Thankyou Lord, for the care given under the Sun.

The sunlight of God, the immeasurable love,

He gives and gives, and sends peace like a dove;

Peace that passeth all understanding,

Thanks to You, for not letting me get demanding.

The sunlight of God, You shine Your light,

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Christ Is My Light

Christ is my Light, and my strength, and He guides my way,
When I'm under stress, and my Path feels Darkened too;
I just have to take the time to talk to the Lord, as I pray,
And He answers and makes me feel better, Oh yes! It's so true.

Christ is my Guide, my Shepherd my Friend, and my Master,
He is my Advocate, and speaks on my behalf, to the Father;
Cause when I am weak, and cross, and I let go my anger,
Christ helps me cope, and Isee it's the same for my Brother.

Christ is my Great Physician, and my teacher as well,
He heals the pain within me, He I need it, He can tell;
Christ cheers me when I'm low, helps when the pain is hard to bear,
So this is Why I LOVE Him so much, For His great love and care.

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To A Friend

To a friend, Whose sorrow is great,
Where every problem surrounds, my close mate;
Christ is waiting, close by to you,
You just need to give it to Him that's true.

To a Brother, whose pain is so bad,
Till you feel like screaming, and so sad;
Jesus knows that pain, He can take,
So God will take that pain, all day you're awake.

To a sister, with a child whose problems so hard,
When at school is in trouble, and the name on the card;
Give it to Jesus, He can change the child's heart,
To make them behave, and they'll become smart.

To a wife or husband whose loved one has left,
And gone away, so their loved one is so bereft;
Christ has that loved one in whom they knew,
And Christ will always remain with you.

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With Christ I Can

With Christ, I can live each day as it comes,
Whether storm or heat, living rich, or in the slums;
I can do all things, and yes! I can cope,
Because, Christ takes over, and gives me Hope.

With Christ, I can face each sorrow, and tear,
Where there may be frustration and fear;
Christ reminds me, He carries me along,
So; I can then in my heart sing a song.

With Christ, I can face the enemy of Life,
Knowing You oh Lord! Will keep me from strife;
I just have to give you, my angers that stay,
you take over them, and peace comes that day.

With Christ I can face the drawing day,
When my last breath I take, and I say;
Thank you Lord, for every trial You allowed,
For every strength you've given, so I can't be proud.

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There was a sweet lady

There was a sweet lady, named dame Murdoch, so true,
Who took to caring for many children like me and you;
The children's hospital was one of her places she cared about,
One thing was ths lady never got angry, or did shout.

She took the time to sit down, have a nice chat,
About sick children, who needed help, she got to that;
She raised help with money and support in every function,
Dame Murdoch, if you were running for mayor, you'd win the election.

Thank dear lady, you certainly gave in more ways than one,
You never gave in till the work for you was all done,
To live over the century, you've seen things come and go,
From every patient, family, friend, and everyone you did know.
Goodbye sweet lady, We'll see you in heavens hats so.

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It's no longer I

It's no longer I that lives, But Christ lives in me,

Because I'm born again, and from my sins, I am, free;

Christ is my strength, and power, and He renews every day,

So I can say with full assurance, I cope thru Him alway.

It's. Not me working, But the power of His Resurrection,

That I can do all things, thru His death has given me Redemption;

He is my strength and shield, I can banish satan, I'm no need of him,

He is just a problem, but can't control me, I've been washed of my sin.

It isn't a problem. For me. To speak, Christ speaks thru' me,

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Don't Leave Christ Out Of Christmas.

Please, Don't leave Christ out of Christmas, because it is His day,

God sent His only Son, to be born in a loving and Humble way;

We cannot forget to thank others for what they do for us,

And so the same we should remember, Christ came without fuss.

Don't leave Christ out of Christmas, when you write the word,

When your mum gives you a gift, does she put exmum, have you heard?

We remember to call her mother, or mum, as we write her a card,

Just the same we should do right, to say Christmas, it is not hard.

Oh we can't leave Christ out of Christmas, so try to remember it too,

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Isn't It Great?

Isn't it great, to be alive, and have a friend,
Someone special and on them you can depend;
I have that special some one, cares about me,
It's my Jesus, My Lord and Master, He'll love you too, you'll see.

Isn't it good to be here, in the face of adversity?
When we are facing danger, we can have victory,
Life sometimes brings turmoil, but soon comes peace,
God helps us thru to the end, and we have release.

Isn't it great, when we are left on our own, yet we can cope,
Because there is God helping us, giving us hope;
I know sometimes things will seem so very dark,
But in the end, our hearts will sing like a lark.
Isn't it good, we can see what is right,
And fight the wrongs, with all our might;
We can choose, to hurt, for what we went through,
But! God will put things right, and make anew.

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