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The Man Who Delivers the Goods

There is a man in this worldMason2
who is never turned down
wherever he chances to stray.

He gets the glad hand
in the popular town,
or out where the farmers make hay.
He is greeted with pleasure
on hot desert sand,
or deep in the aisles of the woods.
Wherever he goes there’s a welcoming hand –
he’s the man who delivers the goods!

                          (Walt Mason, American Poet 1890)

A Pilgrim’s Prayer

O the shame and bitter sorrow
that a time could ever be
when I let my Savior’s mercy
plead in vain, and proudly answered,
“All of self and none of Thee.”

Yet He found me. I beheld Him
dying on the cursed tree.
I heard Him pray, Forgive him Father.
And my wistful heart said faintly,
“Some of self and some of Thee.”

Day by day His tender mercy,
healing, helping, guiding me;
sweet and strong, and, O so patient,
brought me lower till I whispered,
“Less of self and more of Thee.”

Now, higher than the highest heavens,
deeper than the deepest sea.
Lord, at last Thy love has conquered.
Grant me now my soul’s desire:
“None of self and all of Thee!”

Broken Toys and Dreams

By Lauretta P Burns, with additions by J Ryle

As children bring their broken toys
with tears, for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He is my friend.broken toys

But then, instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone;
I hung around and tried to help
in ways that were my own.

He didn’t do at all the things
I thought that He should do;
He didn’t mend my broken dreams;
He didn’t make them new.

In fact He seemed quite nonchalant,
As though He didn’t care.
So I increased with holy zeal
My intercessory prayer

Watching, waiting for His hand
To do what I had prayed
But nothing I could say or do
Helped Him on His way!

At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can you be so slow?”
“My child,” He lovingly replied,
you never did let go!”

My Times are in Thy Hands

by William Lloyd

My times are in Thy hands
My God, I wish them there.
My life, my friends, my soul I leave
entirely to Thy care.

My times are in Thy hands
Whatever they may be.
Pleasing, painful, dark or bright,
As best as seems to Thee.

My times are in Thy hands
Why should I doubt or fear?
My father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

My times are in Thy hands
I’ll always trust in Thee.
And, after death, in Thy right hand
my time shall ever be!
Amen

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