Thread: A GIft for Ali-Pac

What a wonderful change in my life has been wrought
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I have light in my soul for which long I had sought,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

Since Jesus came into my heart,
Since Jesus came into my heart,
Floods of joy o’er my soul
Like the sea billows roll,
Since Jesus came into my heart.

I have ceased from my wandering and going astray,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And my sins, which were many, are all washed away,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

I’m possessed of a hope that is steadfast and sure,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And no dark clouds of doubt now my pathway obscure,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

There’s a light in the valley of death now for me,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And the gates of the City beyond I can see,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

I shall go there to dwell in that City, I know,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And I’m happy, so happy, as onward I go,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

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This Sunday, my voice is shot.
My hart is not, as my love for Sunday mornings will never go
My love for the lord will always Grow.

On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin'
They're ringin' for you and for me
Let's all kneel down at the altar
And pray that our souls might be free.

I'll meet you in church Sunday morning
And we'll all kneel down and pray
We'll pray to our Lord up in heaven
To guide us safe home on our way.

It's a place where we all meet on Sunday
To worship our Lord up above
And let all of our sins be forgiven
And meet with our loved ones above.

In heaven I hear a voice callin'
From the land where there's one endless day
Let's all be prepared to meet Jesus
The path is narrow to that home far away.


yep thats right, its Bill

Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly 'tis so, for in heaven's own way
Each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet

Let us be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming with love 'til the reaper has come
Then we'll be gathered together someday
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet

There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be
With my friends at the old country church
There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent
With my friends at the old country church

Precious years precious years, sweet memory
Oh what joy they bring to me
How I long once more to be
With my friends at the old country church

As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy
As I knelt at the old country church
There with Jesus above in his wonderful love
Saved my soul at the old country church

How I wish that today all the people would pray
As they did at the old country church
If they'd only confess, Jesus surely would bless
As he did at the old country church

You go to your church and I'll go to mine, But let's walk along together.
Our fathers built them side by side, So let's walk along together.

The road is rough and the way is long, But we'll help each other over.
You go to your church and I'll go to mine, But let's walk along together.

You go to your church and I'll go to mine, But let's walk along together,
Our Heavenly Father is the same, So let's walk along together.

The Lord will be at your church today, But he'll be at my church also
You go to your church and I'll go to mine, But let's walk along together.

Lets walk together friends

I love you Lord,
And I lift my voice
to worship you.

All my soul rejoices.
Take joy my King
in what you hear.
Let it be a sweet,
sweet sound in your ear.

I love you Lord,
and I lift my voice
to worship you.

All my soul rejoices.
Take joy my King
in what you hear.
Let it be a sweet,
sweet sound in your ear.

Open our eyes, Lord.
We want to see Jesus.
To reach out and touch Him,
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears, Lord.
And teach us to listen.
Open our eyes, Lord.
We want to see Jesus.

Open our eyes, Lord.
We want to see Jesus.
To reach out and touch Him.
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears, Lord.
And teach us to listen.
Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.

18 Practical Tips for Living the Golden Rule



Practice empathy.
Make it a habit to try to place yourself in the shoes of another person. Any person. Loved ones, co-workers, people you meet on the street. Really try to understand, to the extent that you can, what it is like to be them, what they are going through, and why they do what they do.

Practice compassion.
Once you can understand another person, and feel what they’re going through, learn to want to end their suffering. And when you can, take even a small action to somehow ease their suffering in some way.

How would you want to be treated?
The Golden Rule doesn’t really mean that you should treat someone else exactly as you’d want them to treat you … it means that you should try to imagine how they want to be treated, and do that. So when you put yourself in their shoes, ask yourself how you think they want to be treated. Ask yourself how you would want to be treated if you were in their situation. John F. Kennedy did that during the controversial days of de-segregation in the 1960s, asking white Americans to imagine being looked down upon and treated badly based only on the color of their skin. He asked them to imagine how they would want to be treated if they were in that situation, and act accordingly towards the blacks.

Be friendly.
When in doubt, follow this tip. It’s usually safe to be friendly towards others. Of course, there are times when others just don’t want someone acting friendly towards them, and you should be sensitive to that. You should also be friendly within the bounds of appropriateness. But who doesn’t like to feel welcome and wanted?

Be helpful.
This is probably one of the weaknesses of our society. Sure, there are many people who go out of their way to be helpful, and I applaud them. But in general there is a tendency to keep to yourself, and to ignore the problems of others. Don’t be blind to the needs and troubles of others. Look to help even before you’re asked.

Be courteous in traffic.
Another weakness of our society. There are few times when we are as selfish as when we’re driving. We don’t want to give up the right of way, we cut people off, we honk and curse. Perhaps it’s the isolation of the automobile. We certainly don’t act that rude in person, most of the time. So try to be courteous in traffic.

Listen to others.
Another weakness: we all want to talk, but very few of us want to listen. And yet, we all want to be listened to. So take the time to actually listen to another person, rather than just wait your turn to talk. It’ll also go a long way to helping you understand others.

Overcome prejudice.
We all have our prejudices, whether it’s based on skin color, attractiveness, height, age, gender … it’s human nature, I guess. But try to see each person as an individual human being, with different backgrounds and needs and dreams. And try to see the commonalities between you and that person, despite your differences.

Stop criticism.
We all have a tendency to criticize others, whether it’s people we know or people we see on television. However, ask yourself if you would like to be criticized in that person’s situation. The answer is almost always “noâ€

In my silence I would love to forget
But restitution hasn't come quite yet
And with one accord I keep pushing forth
I stretch my heart to heal some more

It used to be all I'd want to learn
Was wisdom trust and truth
But now all I really want to learn
Is forgiveness for you

As my seasons change I've now grown to know
When one's heart creates, one's soul doesn't owe
So I wash away stains of yesterday
Then tempt my heart with love's display

[i]Do you know the world is dying
For a little bit of love?
Everywhere we hear the sighing
For a little bit of love;
For the love that rights a wrong,
Fills the heart with hope and song;
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love.
For a little bit of love,
For a little bit of love,
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love,

From the poor of every city,
For a little bit of love,
Hands are reaching out for pity,
For a little bit of love;
Some have burdens hard to bear,
Some have sorrows we would share;
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?
For a little bit of love,
For a little bit of love,
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?

Down before their idols falling,
For a little bit of love,
Many souls in vain are calling
For a little bit of love;
If they die in sin and shame,
Someone surely is to blame
For not going in His Name,
With a little bit of love.
With a little bit of love,
With a little bit of love,
For not going in His Name,
With a little bit of love.

[size=100][b][color=blue]While the souls of men are dying,
For a little bit of love,
While the children, too, are crying,
For a little bit of love,
Stand no longer idly by,
You can help them if you try;
Go, then saying, “Here am I,â€

Im going to try and play this week end
The mesage is for every one
My Lords words


[b]Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
My Savior and my Head;
I trust in Thee, whose powerful Word
Hath raised Him from the dead.

In hope, against all human hope,
Self desperate, I believe;
Thy quickening Word shall raise me up,
Thou shalt Thy Spirit give.

Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
And looks to that alone;
Laughs at impossibilities,
And cries, “It shall be done!â€