"Tis strange, that though a candle,
And oh, so small it be;
The flickering flame it gives,
In darkness, helps to see...
Its light dispels the darkness;
The frightening shadows flee;
And all the fewars of midnight,
Are gone, when one can see...
The shadows crowd around one,
And thunder roars above;
The fearful soul is drowning:
He cannot see God's love...
My friend, you are a candle,
And in God's plan, the light
That shines to those around you,
To give the blind soul sight...
'Tis nice to be a lighthouse,
To guide the ships at night,
But, friend, God needs the candles
To give the lost soul light....
Charles G. Ramsey...
Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond mem'ries
of things we used to do...
Old photographs in albums,
love letters tied with lace,
Recapture those old feelins
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a teddy bear,
a ring that grandma wore,
Are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked, "Nevermore."
Old things are more beautiful ,
more precious day by day,
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday...
Clay Harrison