Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be;
lead me by thine own hand,
choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
it will be still the best;
winding or straight, it leads
right onward to thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
choose thou for me, my God,
so I shall walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
is thine; so let the way
that leads to it be thine,
else I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
with joy or sorrow fill,
as best to thee may seem;
choose thou my good and ill.

Choose thou for me my friends,
my sickness or my health;
choose thou my cares for me
my poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice
in things or great or small;
be thou my Guide, my Strength
my wisdom and my all.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1857

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Nobody motivates today's workers. If it doesn't come from within, it doesn't come. Fun helps remove the barriers that allow people to motivate themselves.

Nobody motivates today's workers. If it doesn't come from within, it doesn't come. Fun helps remove the barriers that allow people to motivate themselves.

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Ability is of little account without opportunity ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

Ability is of little account without opportunity ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

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If your life is not all you want it to be, it may be that you have some forgiving to do.

If your life is not all you want it to be, it may be that you have some forgiving to do.

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End Ur day by privately looking directly into Ur eyes in the mirror & saying, ‘I love you!’ Do this for thirty days & watch how U transform.

End Ur day by privately looking directly into Ur eyes in the mirror & saying, ‘I love you!’ Do this for thirty days & watch how U transform.

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Mind- Heart- Body... Happiness, Joy, love... all are attainable. And the key is SILENCE. If we can SILENCE our mind, body can be SILENCED. When we SILENCE our body, Heart can be SILENCED. SILENCING the heart...??? That's not death. I mean controlling it t

Mind- Heart- Body... Happiness, Joy, love... all are attainable. And the key is SILENCE. If we can SILENCE our mind, body can be SILENCED. When we SILENCE our body, Heart can be SILENCED. SILENCING the heart...??? That's not death. I mean controlling it t

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Jesus is with us. Can't you see, He is not before us or behind us but He is holding us....? For this Christmas I have 3 wishes. I wish there shall be 1) peace across the world, 2) enough food for everyone 3) care for all beings. I request everyone t

Jesus is with us. Can't you see, He is not before us or behind us but He is holding us....? For this Christmas I have 3 wishes. I wish there shall be 1) peace across the world, 2) enough food for everyone 3) care for all beings. I request everyone t

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He had his little ways ....

He had his little ways ....

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King John was not a good man --
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.
And men who came across him,
When walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare,
Or passed with noses in the air --
And bad King John stood dumbly there,
Blushing beneath his crown.

King John was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon...
But no one came to tea.
And, round about December,
The cards upon his shelf
Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,
And fortune in the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
But only from himself.

King John was not a good man,
Yet had his hopes and fears.
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years.
But every year at Christmas,
While minstrels stood about,
Collecting tribute from the young
For all the songs they might have sung,
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out.

King John was not a good man,
He lived his live aloof;
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof.
He wrote it down and propped it
Against the chimney stack:
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY - NEAR AND FAR -
F. Christmas in particular."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "Jack."

"I want some crackers,
And I want some candy;
I think a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I don't mind oranges,
I do like nuts!
And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife
That really cuts.
And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man --
He wrote this message out,
And gat him to this room again,
Descending by the spout.
And all that night he lay there,
A prey to hopes and fears.
"I think that's him a-coming now!"
(Anxiety bedewed his brow.)
"He'll bring one present, anyhow --
The first I had for years."

"Forget about the crackers,
And forget the candy;
I'm sure a box of chocolates
Would never come in handy;
I don't like oranges,
I don't want nuts,
And I HAVE got a pocket-knife
That almost cuts.
But, oh! Father christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man,
Next morning when the sun
Rose up to tell a waiting world
That Christmas had begun,
And people seized their stockings,
And opened them with glee,
And crackers, toys and games appeared,
And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,
King John said grimly: "As I feared,
Nothing again for me!"

"I did want crackers,
And I did want candy;
I know a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I do love oranges,
I did want nuts!
And, oh! if Father Christmas, had loved me at all,
He would have brought a big, red,
india-rubber ball!"

King John stood by the window,
And frowned to see below
The happy bands of boys and girls
All playing in the snow.
A while he stood there watching,
And envying them all ...
When through the window big and red
There hurtled by his royal head,
And bounced and fell upon the bed,
An india-rubber ball!

AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,
MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL
FOR BRINGING HIM
A BIG, RED,
INDIA-RUBBER
BALL!

- AA Milne

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