Friday Findings

Blessed Homeland—Fanny Crosby

Gliding o'er life's fitful waters,

Heavy surges sometimes roll;

And we sigh for yonder haven,

For the homeland of the soul.

Blessed homeland, ever fair!

Sin can never enter there;

But the soul, to life awaking,

Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Oft we catch a faint reflection,

Of its bright and vernal hills;

And, though distant, how we hail it!

How each heart with rapture thrills!

To our Father, and our Savior,

To the Spirit, Three in One,

We shall sing glad songs of triumph

When our harvest work is done.

'Tis the weary pilgrim's homeland,

Where each throbbing care shall cease,

And our longings and our yearnings,

Like a wave, be hushed to peace.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'. – Erma Bombeck

Open Your Heart by Lisa Ann Hill

When I look into your eyes

I see your pain

I see your love

I see right through you

Open your heart

And let me in

Let go of the past

And try again

Even if you fail

You’re bound to succeed

Not all things are meant to be

But if you give me a chance

I'll show you

What you mean to me

Life without love

Is a meaningless life to me

Please let me love you

Like I think you should be            

Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, because hate in your heart will consume you too. – Will Smith