The Sin of Omission

by: Margaret E. Sangster 

It isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.

The stone you might have lifted Loving couple holdind on the hands and sunset
Out of a brother’s way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.

Those little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find~
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late:
And it isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

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I Asked for Strength

I asked for strength — And God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for wisdom — And God gave me problems to solve.

I asked for prosperity — And God gave me brawn and brains to work.

I asked for courage — And God gave me dangers to overcome.

I asked for patience — And God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.

I asked for love — And God gave me troubled people to help.

I asked for favors — And God gave me opportunities.

sunrise0610I asked for everything so I could enjoy life.
Instead, He gave me life so I could enjoy everything.
I received nothing I wanted

I received everything I needed.

– Unknown