Blessed Beyond Measure

When I look at this world

And see lives filled with hurt,

I remember 

All the pain I've never felt.

I wonder God, why not me?

My life has been so easy.

I'm no better, I know,

It's simply grace You chose to show.

I've been blessed 

By the hand of God,

And though I fail, He blesses anyhow.

There are no words to tell

Just how good God has been.

I've been blessed, so blessed,

I'm blessed beyond measure.

When I look at my life

My children and my wife,

I'm so thankful

For all He has given me.

I wonder God, why me?

I don't deserve such blessing.

I'm no better, I know,

It's simply grace You chose to show.

I've been blessed
By the hand of God
And though I fail, He blesses anyhow.
There are no words to tell
Just how good God has been.
I've been blessed, so blessed,
I'm blessed beyond measure.

Lord, as the years of time roll on and on,
To each promise You've been true.
But the greatest blessing in my life
Is to spend each day with You.


I've been blessed
By the hand of God
And though I fail, He blesses anyhow.
There are no words to tell
Just how good God has been.
I've been blessed, so blessed,
I'm blessed beyond measure.

I've been blessed,
Abundantly blessed,
Beyond measure.

Cheer Up, Boys!

"Cheer up, 'tis no use to be glum, boys, -
'Tis written, since fighting begun,
That sometimes we fight and we conquer,
And sometimes we fight and we run."

~ Old Pierre

(From "The Chronicle of the Drum" [part 1] by William Makepeace Thackeray)

America for Me

'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down

Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,

To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,-

But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.

So it's home again, and home again, America for me!

My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,

In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,

Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;

And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;

And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;

But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled;

I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;

But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day

In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack:

The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.

But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,- 

We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!

I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,

To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,

Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

~ Henry Van Dyke

What Might Have Been

Then she took up the burden of life again,
Saying only, 'it might have been.'
Alas for them both, and alas for us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall,
For of all sad words of lips or pen,
The saddest are these - 'it might have been.'

     ~ Whittier

Trust

     "When you don't know the Why, trust the Who."

     ~ Pastor Guy Beaumont