God Hath Not Promised

God hath not promised skies always blue,

Flower strewn pathways, all our lives through,

God hath not promised, sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

God hath not promised, we shall not know

Toil and temptation, trouble and woe,

He hath not told us, we shall not bear,

Many a burden many a care.

God hath not promised, smooth roads and wide,

Swift easy travel needing no guide

Never a mountain rocky and steep

Never a river turbid and deep.

But God hath promised, strength for the day,

Rest for the labor, light for the way,

Grace for the trials help from above,

Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

Ahhhh...

This sounds good right about now! I wish there was a beach in Vegas

The Oyster

THE OYSTER


There once was an oyster whose story I tell,

Who found that sand had got under his shell;

Just one little grain, but it gave him such pain

For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate the working of fate

Which had led him to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse out the government, call for an election,

Or cry that the sea should have given protection?

No, as he lay on the shelf, he said to himself,

"If I cannot remove it, I'll try to improve it."

So the years rolled by as the years always do,

And he came to his ultimate destiny -- stew;

And this small grain of sand which had bothered him so,

Was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.

Now this tale has a moral -- for isn't it grand

What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand;

What couldn't we do if we'd only begin

With all of the things that get under our skin.

 
 
***Tamara emailed this to us, and I loved it :)***

A Psalm of Youth

I'm glad that I have chosen
to serve God in my youth,
I'm glad to know a little
of his perfect way and truth;
I know I've chosen wisely
and never will be sorry.
For giving up the things of time
Earths honor, praise and glory


I see so many young folks
who spend there life in vain
They do not understand the things
that I have pleasure in;
their lives they idly spend,
They seek for earthly pleasures vain
and things that soon must end...


I'm sorry for these young folks
now I'll tell you why,
If they keep on going like that
then when they come to die;
They'll have to face the very God
by whom their lives were given;
They'll have no treasures stored away
and no reward in heaven...


We all must die- the call of death
comes sometimes to the young,
It takes the frail, weak creatures
it also takes the strong:
But if we serve him every day
keep faithful, true and steady,
Live every day as though our last
then death will find us ready.





This is a poem I ran across today. I love it.

Another trip to the Bellagio with the workers!

This is mainly a picture post! There are tons of pictures, and I have a ton more! I absolutely love this place and I think I could stay there forever.