Fifty cents don't underestimate its value.
Some of the greatest treasures I own were obtained with this small amount.
When I say treasure, I do not mean gold, silver, or precious stones.
To the contrary, my treasure has to do with another world.
The treasures I have obtained for fifty cents or so were books that have blessed my heart.
I will not make a list of these treasures for you, they may or may not be treasures to you.
But treasures they are to me for they have blessed my soul again and again.
The peddler who sold them to me had no idea that they were treasures.
And maybe at the time, I did not esteem them to be such.
By and by, as I sat alone with them, I found them to be of great value.
These treasures were found at flea markets, or at some other place where books are sold.
So when you see a book for 50 cents, and it looks good to you, it probably is. And who knows - it may end up being a treasure.

Is it a strange thing,
When my heart cannot sing,
When my soul is filled with fear,
When my eyes shed many a tear?

Is it a strange thing,
When my worries to God I bring,
When joy is turned to sorrow,
When its difficult to face tomorrow?

Is it a strange thing,
When trouble hurts as a sting,
When my heart is broken in dearth,
When my spirit is cast down to earth?

No, its not a strange thing at all,
As long as on Him my soul shall call,
Who shall wipe away each tear,
Who shall calm every fear.

It is a strange thing not to rest,
In Him, of Whom our spirits are blest,
The Healer of the broken heart,
Who, in all our sorrows has a part.

Smile tho burdened with care,
And you load is hard to bear;
Smile tho your heart is filled with fear,
And you eyes shed many a tear.
Smile tho your day is dark and long,
And it seems you have lost your song.
Smile through the storm, the billows breaking,
And your very heart is aching.

Smile for the time is nearing,
When our Lord shall be appearing,
To take our burdens away,
O glorious, wonderful day.

Smile for it won't be long,
That your heart shall have its song.
God shall wipe away all our tears,
And take away all our fears.

Sorrow? It won't last!
Trouble? It shall soon be past.

The Psalms, how sweet the words of cheer
That calms my heart of fear;
So often to this portion we turn
As we seek Thy will to learn.

As we seek relief from the storm,
And sense Thy presence so warm;
It is in the Psalms we find
The thoughts of Thy glorious mind.

The Psalmist wrote of sorrow and trial,
Of consecration and self_denial.
He sought to reveal Christ's face,
To show forth His lovingkindness and grace.

So when you are in great need,
Go to the Psalms to feed;
It is there you shall find,
One who is ever loving and kind.

Oh, how sweet the relief!
Boundless joy beyond belief!
Our troubles may still be there,
But we have found a refuge from our load of care.

The past may be filled with regret,
In the present we fume and fret.
The future may look dark and bleak;
My whole being frail and weak.
Does God remember my frame?
Does He even know my name?
Does my Father my thoughts know?
Does He still His love bestow?

When hope takes wings to fly away,
When storm clouds of doubt darken my day,
There seems to be little to rest upon
When hope is gone.

But hope takes wings to fly only if I let it,
To which my soul shall surely regret it.
My hope shall never leave me I know,
For my Father loves me so.

My past, present, and future are in His hands;
I must submit my heart to His plans.
To His control I rest my fate,
Knowing my Father never hurries and is never late.

When hope is gone? No, never!
Our Lord will be with us forever!
Sweetly, Lovingly, my Hope is He,
Everything - my all - is He to me.

He knows the path ahead,
Although it may be filled with dread.
The sky overhead may be stormy and grey,
And so rough, oh so rough, may be the way.

He knows all of it - the deepest fear,
The eyes that fill with many a tear.
He knows the trials that depress
And the toll of day to day stress.

He knows each anxious care;
He understands the burdens you bear.
He knows the heart filled with grief,
And how long you've sought relief.

He knows the sorrowful broken cry,
The heart with every painful sigh.
He knows the hurt, the slow, dull ache,
And how often you've wished for a break.

He knows and He knows best,
He's teaching you to lean upon His breast,
And to take His rightful choice,
To trust Him and rejoice.

You see - He knows and planned it so!
It's all His plan for you to grow;
So trust Him through every woe,
Knowing He shall vanquish every foe.

But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:19).

A need here, a need there
Amounting to a big load of care.
The Lord says I should in Him rest
But somehow I don't count myself among the blest.

My heart is filled with doubt,
My face is set in a perfect pout;
I am altogether a sight for sore eyes;
I am miserable, my mouth is filled with sighs.

Sooner or later, but right on time,
The Lord comes through in perfect rhyme;
I'm a little slow, so give me a bit;
It has to dawn on me, I don't have to pitch a fit.

Biographical my story may be,
But its not altogether about me;
Go ahead_take your halo down;
Stop strutting like a peacock around town.

It fits me, it fits you,
It fits everyone else too.
Its time to save face
When we forget God's amazing grace.

The truth is - God provides what we need
In answer as we fervently plead.
What He provides is mighty fine;
Praise Him for answering this prayer of mine.

So when you are given to moan and whine
About some unanswered prayer of thine,
Remember He who provided in time past
Provides today from His storehouse so vast.

So thank you, sweet Lord, for caring for me,
You're as good to me as can be.
How good to know in your Word
That you feed the little bird!

Sadness About The Eyes
Behold a face, study it well,
Each one has a story to tell,
Of sorrow, pain, and sighs,
Of frowns, groans, and sadness about the eyes.

Pain has a ministry all its own,
How sweetly its seed are sown,
Afflictions, God's blessings in disguise,
Though pain may cause sadness about the eyes.

Grace sufficient, every hour,
God supplying his power.
Suffering has its own prize,
Though sadness about the eyes.

See the face nobly set,
Providence causes no regret.
Peace prevails about the face,
Sadness about the eyes mingled with God's grace.

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. (Matthew 10:29).

The man of God went about his way,
And heard two men talking about the evils of the day.
Jobs were scarce, and times were hard;
About the difficulties of the hour they were giving regard.

The preacher's heart began to fear:
As he thought, there may have been a tear.
To the church, he began to drive
To prepare a radio message when he would arrive.

As he drove up the church road,
Carrying a heavy and troublesome load,
He saw some sparrows feeding with glee;
The Heavenly Father providing abundant and free.

As he saw the sparrows and thought,
He considered the bounty God had wrought,
And he concluded with great expression,
"Sparrows never know a depression."

He forgot about the discouraging talk,
With a spring in his step he began to walk
To his study with great jubilation,
And he remembered, sparrows never know a depression.

Birds begin to build their nest
After a long winter's rest.
Flowers begin to bloom
Resurrected from cold's dark gloom.

The sun feels so very warm;
Bees, making honey, begin to swarm.
There's a certain kind of fragrance in the air,
A new kind of attitude with skies so fair.

It's time to get out and lengthen your stride,
Get in the car and go for a ride.
Spring has a certain magic all its own,
A certain therapy as gardens are sown.

Before May flowers
There must be April showers.
But before the April showers March winds blow;
In comes the warmth, out goes the cold and the snow.

Before the lazy, hazy days of summer,
The world begins a march to the sound of a different drummer.
Spring has sprung with all its glory;
Try as I might I could never tell its story.

And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. 2 Corinthians 12:7.

The rose in all its beauty
Shares its glory in wonder fair.
Lures us to its presence
As its fragrance fills the air.

But the rose has a secret
Of which some are unaware.
It has thorns among its branches
Admonishing all to beware.

For while some are beholding,
Taking a specimen to share,
Soon find a familiar sting
As the thorn finds its mark there.
So our good Lord in wisdom
Knows exactly what we need,
And sends us a thorn in the flesh
As upon His grace we feed.

The thorn is very painful
But the Lord in mercy knows
Our load and our load limit
As His love He sweetly bestows.

The thorn is the Lord's message
Lest we be exalted above measure;
It is sent by Him to refine us
As it seems right in His good pleasure.

So trust Him, my friend,
Let the thorn its work do.
The Lord knows what He's doing
And will take good care of you.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all. Psalm 34:19

Afflictions are some of God's best blessings sent in disguise,
For each one has its own special prize,
Sent from our Father in love,
Who knows our deepest need from His throne above.

Sometimes our blessing is strain;
At other times our need is pain.
But regardless our need its for our good,
For God's purpose shall accomplish what it should.

Don't despair of God's hand in trial,
For He knows the content of His testing vial,
Though trials are broken by divine pauses,
There's design in the providential causes.

Learn from your God to patiently wait;
He will teach you that He is never late.
Rest in Him who is our Rock of Hope,
Who will enable us through His strength to cope.

Frustrations, loneliness, burdens, and sorrows;
These and many others make it difficult to face our tomorrows.
But God brings painful experiences our way,
To make us better, not bitter, as we travel our appointed way.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5.

Dark the storm doth rage around me,
Long the night with fear assail thee,
But the Lord of light is there
To brighten our night of care.

All through the night I wonder and cry,
And ask myself and God the reason why
Such a storm of darkness came my way,
And when the darkness shall turn to day.

It is not for me to know the reasons,
Nor to discern God's times and seasons.
For in each season of life God has a plan;
It is for me to leave all in His hand.

The Lord of light is good and kind,
In Him grace and strength you will find,
To meet the darkness all through the night,
And find mercy new every morning dawning bright.

Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. Matt. 10:31.

What a delightful pleasure,
Beyond imaginable treasure.
Thankful am I beyond measure,
That feeding the birds is my pleasure.

Carefully prepared is the bag of seed
That the precious Lord has given me to feed,
Such wonderful creatures in need
Of this noble and honorable deed.

The platform feeder in the back
Outside of my window presents no lack
Except if my lazy self becomes slack,
But perseverance helps me get the knack.

Feeding the birds is no small thing,
It's important to those who take wing.
It thrills us, makes our heart sing!
Such a pleasure becomes a king.

The little birds make my day,
The blessing of feeding them is my pay.
I love to watch them feed and play,
Through God's provision, so well taken care of are they.

And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: (Malachi 3:3).

The fiery furnace, The Master Refiner,
The intense heat with a purpose in mind;
He puts the silver in the crucible
With a heart so loving and kind.

The Refiner has a plan in His heart,
He longs to see the work of His hands.
With a gleam in His eye, He sees the end:
The fiery furnace obeying His just demands.

But the end is not yet.
Our God, the Master Refiner, heats the furnace hotter still.
He sitting by the fire, looks on,
Providentially seeing the working of His will.

Sitting by the fire He sees the molten silver,
His heart not satisfied_He sees the dross, that's all_
Hotter, still hotter, the furnace grows,
Each flame obeying the Master's call.

What is it that the Master longs to see?
What is it that He longs in the fire to find?
In wisdom, power, and love he determines
Exactly what He has purposed in His mind.

Moment by moment His heart searches
For His own image to be seen in the fire;
When the dross is removed and only purity remains,
It is then, and then only, He sees
The fulfillment of His perfect desire.

In the silver the Refiner will see
A reflection of Himself beautifully displayed;
He patiently sits by the fire,
His purpose, His will obeyed.

So, my friend, the fiery trial will come.
In the furnace, will be found you and me.
The Refiner will sit by the fire
Until in the silver His own face He'll see.

Our Lord Jesus sits by the fire to control it,
To comfort, to strengthen, to encourage His child.
He loves us with an everlasting love,
With a heart that's pure and undefiled.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13.

That ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; and to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19.
My Jesus loves me, Oh, Blessed thought!
By His precious blood my soul is bought!
He who loved me so much to die in my place,
Loves me now through His abundant grace.

He who loves me, loves me still
Though I'm weak, frail and ill.
He loves me when days are hard and long,
And He loves me when I'm discouraged and lost my song.

My Jesus loves me when I've a glad song,
And He loves me when I've done very wrong.
He loves me when the storms of life try,
Holding me, caressing me when I'm afraid and begin to cry.

My Lord loves me with a love eternal,
Never leaving nor forsaking me with mercy supernal.
Nothing shall separate us from such love, whatever may be.
Oh, such a Fountain of love my Savior is He!

My times are in Thy hand. Psalm 31:15

My times are in Thy hand,
Such grace to sustain my way,
Trusting all to what Thou in wisdom planned.
Our Lord knows our need day by day.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such guidance to direct my way,
Depending not on what I understand,
But on Him Who keeps me lest I stray.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such goodness to bless my way,
Providing from Thy storehouse at Thy command
Thy sweetness in glorious display.

My times are in Thy hand,
Such glory to delight my way,
Displaying the riches of that Heavenly Land,
That shall be mine when I am there to stay.

I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews 13:5.

It may seem in the fiercest of trial,
That you are in denial;
It may seem that God cannot be found,
That the heavens are quiet without a sound.

Forsaken you may feel to be;
It may seem that God has forgotten thee.
You may ask and wonder why
As you pray, pray and cry.

But, my friend, see God through your pain,
See His hand in your noble gain:
That your darkest hour
Can be a demonstration of His power.

Though you may not see or feel Him, He is always there,
Listening, always watching, to lift your load of care.
He has not forgotten you _ no never.
The unfailing God will be with you forever.

So, remember that your darkest hour
Is an opportunity for God to show His power.
My friend, God has not forgotten thee
As thy days, so shall thy strength be.

" ...the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet." (Nahum 1:3).

Lightening, thunder, and howling wind,
Just like the storms the LORD doth send,
Dispelling the blue skies of our day,
Disturbing each step of our way.

Caught in the midst of the storm's fierce rage,
Angrily it's might refuses to assuage.
The rain, the wind, thunder and lightening flashing,
The tempest in its fury giving quite a lashing.

Upon the storm the Master doth ride,
In power and wisdom, its able Guide.
The clouds are the dust of His feet;
His path is perfect and complete.

So in our lives the Master has a plan,
Bearing us through each storm in the palm of His hand.
In Sovereign majesty, He controls it all,
The mighty tempest obeying His call.

So when caught in storms of doubt and fear,
Learn to count the tempest as a friend so dear.
In it the LORD of storms is breaking us
Into a fit vessel the Master is making us.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. (Prov. 15:13).

Come now, my friend, why the gloomy face,
Brought about by what kind of wicked case?
So sad, so bad your state may be
What is it that troubles thee?

Weary, so weary and about to cry;
Oh me, oh me, oh my, oh my!
Bleary, so bleary is the bad, bad day,
Like the donkey to bray and bray.

See the Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief,
Facing troubles beyond belief.
A gloomy face did He wear?
With so many burdens to bear?
With a heart full of divine grace!
So bright and cheery was His face,
He didn't wear a face of gloom,
Though He walked through a world of sin and doom.

So cheer your heart, my friend!
Your hard day is not the end!
Tell your face to wear a smile,
For it will be better after awhile!

Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth. Luke 12:15.

I once heard a story of old,
Of a man with riches untold.
It would seem he had no need;
For his daily bread he never had to plead.

Yet the rich man had a troubled mind;
Peace of heart he could not find.
He could not sleep at night,
Though he'd try from dusk to dawn's light.

His food would never satisfy
His meals were filled with groans and sighs.
His table was spread fit for a king,
But despite it all his heart would not sing.

There was a ditch digger who was rich,
Though he spent his days digging a ditch.
He slept very well at night
From dusk to dawn's morning light.

He ate his food with a song;
To get it down didn't take long.
He worked hard all the day;
Good food and sleep was his greater pay.

Who was the richer, you say?
Who of the two had the greater pay?
The one who could not sleep at night,
Or the one who slept like a log till morning light?
The one who ate his food and cried,
Or the one who left his table satisfied?
The one who had money for riches,
Or the one who was rich while digging ditches?

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. (Matthew 10:29).

See the little bird
Spoken of in God's Word?
The most common of birds is he;
But he has a special message for you and me.
The cardinal, the blue bird, the chickadee all share
A noble beauty beyond compare.
Of all birds the sparrow is not the most fair,
Yet God uses him as an illustration of His care.

But God has chosen the most common of birds to bear
A message to cheer us in our day of care.
God loves the sparrow so well;
How much He loves us no one can tell.

Our value is more than many sparrows can be;
Our Father has an infinite love for you and me.
He sees each sparrow that falls to the ground.
With that little bird His presence can be found.

So the next time you are loaded down with care,
Think of the sparrow message God has to share.
Since He takes good care of His little bird,
He'll take care of us according to His Word.

I saw a tiny sparrow chirping in a tree,
Building its nest so happy and full of glee,
And I thought about how much God cares for me.

Then I saw a little lily bright and fair,
Preaching a sermon _ that God takes care of it there;
Then I asked myself this question, "Why am I so burdened with care?"

God in love is teaching me this:
To trust Him, to live in joy and happiness;
The sparrow and the lily both have a Creator whose care is measureless.

And be content with such things as ye have: for He hath said: I will never leave thee nor forsake thee. (Hebrews 13:5)

One day I saw a toad in the road.
I said, "Old boy, are you carrying a heavy load?"
He seemed to say to me, "No, not at all.
In fact, my load seems rather small.
I don't have to get up early; I don't have to set up late.
Much of my time I just sit and wait
For my next meal to arrive;
Somehow I always survive.

I have nothing on my hands but time,
I croak and croak and try to chime;
With my good looks and all of this,
I'm a happy old toad, I'm filled with bliss.

I don't have much of anything to fear,
And I seldom, if ever, shed a tear."
But along about that time there came a car,
And mashed the old toad into the tar.

Well, I thought as I walked on down the road,
"He didn't have much of anything to fear,
And he seldom shed a tear."
But I thought as I walked on down the road,
"I sure am glad I'm not that toad!

My Brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with respect of persons. (James 2:1).

He came into town as tramp,
Having slept in the freezing cold and weather damp;
He sought food, shelter and some relief
From his desperate condition and grief.

He wasn't a tramp of his own choosing;
He was one because of man's constant refusing
To provide a job by which he could live;
Men were proud and refused to give.

Into the warmth and out into the cold,
But regardless the same story was told _
"Nothing for you because you are a tramp.
Get out into the cold and weather damp."

In the heart of everyman there beats a need
Despite one's station, rank, or creed;
A need that's so very real,
That from head to toe he can feel.

How strange the Master's words today,
As some look at one's attire and turn away.
"Love thy neighbor as thyself," He said.
"Be mindful of his physical needs and daily bread."

But there's a greater need than this:
It is man's eternal bliss;
From the heart to do God's will
Is a greater need still.

So when you see one with the attire of a tramp,
Consider that he's been in the cold and the weather damp.
Give him something to make his body whole.
But more importantly, give him something for his soul.

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou has made summer and winter. (Psalm 74:17)

The seasons of life come and go.
Each one is full of lessons to show
That we have a God of seasons,
And leave to Him to know the reasons.

Spring with so much to learn,
So much to grow and much to discern,
Of life's lessons and what God has in mind,
To see His hand of love and heart so kind.

Summer with so much to do
God's school teaching us by the storms we go through.
Fall with its maturing touch,
God tempering the hardness so it is not too much.

Winter with its head of grey
Steps getting slower day by day.
God walking slowly beside His child,
So the way may seem easy and mild.

Soon the season will come to. winter's end,
When the God of seasons shall send
His mighty angels to take us to His loving arms
Where we shall rest free from all life's harms.

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah: 40:31)

A pressing need, a burdened heart,
A longing in my soul that won’t depart-
My trouble burns as a brand upon my spiritual man,
But our all-knowing God has a plan.

I want, I pray, I beg, I plead,
My heart burdened with a Goliath need;
Our Lord knows-we surmise,
And our petitions He will not despise.

But God doesn’t answer right away,
Though with much expectation we pray.
“Wait” our Master seems to say
To a heart grieved day by day.

The wait is not in vain
Giving hope amidst all our pain.
The Lord shall turn our loss into gain,
Though God’s ways we cannot explain.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Psalm 46:1-3

Amidst the toil and rush of our day,
Do we ever stop to pray?
Is it all toil and hurry,
And is our time filled with worry?

We neglect the principal need
When on our knees we forget to plead!
Our needs go beyond the daily grind-
What’s the use if peace we never find?

We need the quiet place
Where we may avail ourselves of God’s amazing grace.
Amidst the toil and rush-be still and know-
That in adversity we may grow.

Trouble is our servant to cause us gain-
Not just instruments to cause us pain.
God, the Controller and Sovereign Ruler of all
Numbers the hair on our heads and notes the sparrow’s fall.

Let us not forget the quiet place-
Where we avail ourselves of His grace.
In His presence we must come apart
To be still and know with a quiet heart.

So amidst your daily toil, in the secret place of your being,
Don’t be content with doing and seeing,
Commune with Him in quiet repose-
Confidently resting in Him who sees and knows.

Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: Psalm 37:7.

When the days grow dark and gray,
Some may at the close of the day,
Throw in the towel and start whining.
But he is found the best
Who leans on the Savior’s breast,
Who in every burden in found reclining.

And he is greater still
Who submits unhesitatingly to the Master’s will,
Who in the midst of the darkest sorrow,
Though he may utterly fall,
Knows he may cast on Him his all,
And find sufficient strength for every tomorrow.

And though the day may come when his heart will break,
And though it may seem that all friends forsake,
There is a place of abundant rest,
A place where the weak are made strong,
A place where the faint are given a song,
And find in Christ a refuge as a bird in its nest.

For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith. Romans 12:3.
There he goes with his head up high,
Proudly thinking, “No creature is so beautiful as I.”
He struts about with an arrogant air,
Satisfied with his beauty so fair.

The peacock thinks himself to be without flaw,
Thinks that all who see him should be in awe.
His Creator has given him a plumage rare,
Causing all that see him to stop and stare.

The peacock has a flaw not plain to him,
A flaw to his eyes very dim.
He arrogantly prances about with very ugly feet,
Proud of his beauty, but deceived-like so many we meet.

He’s not altogether what he thinks he is,
To see himself as he is would be great bliss.
But he struts about with blinded eye,
Thinking, “No creature is so beautiful as I.”

The peacock teaches a lesson true,
That there are flaws in me and you.
That we are not so mighty and so high,
That we should see ourselves with the humble eye.

Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. 1 Peter 5:7.

Said the Daddy Redbird to his mate,
“One thing I’ve noticed, God is never late.
He is good to provide us food each day,
For which we do not have to toil or pay.

“We have food God gives us from the wild
With a kind heart so tender and mild.
But God gives us food from another’s hand:
A feeder here, and one there, just as he planned.”

Said the Mamma Redbird to her beautiful mate,
“I agree that God is never, ever late.
For I saw the man with 8 pounds of seed today,
For which he worked hard in toil to pay.

“Yes, God takes good care of us each day;
Whether skies be bright or grey.
God cares for us with an unfailing love,
From His Sovereign Throne above.”

One said to the other excitedly,
“I’m as happy as can be.
Here they come with a bag of seed,
God supplying our daily need.”

We spend our years as a tale that is told. Psalm 90:9.

I like to think of Autumn with coolness in the air,
The leaves begin to turn so beautiful and fair.
The hillsides are a picture any artist would love to paint.
Autumn gives a wonder to stir the heart of the faint.

Autumn, with its bright and gleaming sun,
Reminds us that our work on earth will soon be done.
The Autumn days of our life are approaching fast.
As a tale that is told, our days on earth will soon be past.

May my Autumn years and days
Be filled with good and Christ-honoring ways.
May my closing days on earth forever be
A testimony of Christ living in me.