I got up early one morning, 

And rushed right into the day; 

I had so much to accomplish.

That i didnt have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me.

And heavier came each task. 

“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered. 

He answered “you didnt ask”.

I wanted to see joy and beauty,    

But the day toiled on, gray and bleak;  

I wondered why God didn’t show me,  

He said, “but you didn’t seek”

I tried to come into God’s presence. 

I used all my keys at the lock,       

God gently and lovingly chided,     

“My child, you didn’t knock”.

I woke up early this morning,     

And paused before entering the day;   

I had so much to accomplish.   

That i had to take time to pray.

Prayer is not asking, prayer is putting one self in the hands of God, at His disposition, and listening to His voice in the depth of our heartsMother Teresa

We have to pray with our eyes on God not on our difficulties.


One Life


He was born in a stable;
in an obscure village;
from where He traveled less than 200 miles;
He never won an election;
He never went to college;
He never owned a home;
He never had a lot of money;
He became a nomadic preacher;
Popular opinion turned against Him;
He was betrayed by a close friend; and his other friends ran away;
He was unjustly condemned to death;
crucified on a cross among thieves;


on a hill overlooking the town dump;
and when dead laid in a borrowed grave;
twenty centuries have come and gone;
empires have risen and fallen;
mighty armies have marched;
and powerful rulers have reigned;
yet no one affected man as much as He;
He is the central figure of the human race;
He is the messiah;
the son of God, JESUS CHRIST.



When things go wrong
as they sometimes will,
when the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as everyone of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns about,
when he might have won had he stuck it out,
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
you may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems so far,
so stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,
it is when it seem so worst that you mustn’t quit.

culled from: YOU CAN WIN by Shiv khera