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I asked the Lord to help my neighbor,
And carry the gospel to distant lands.
And to comfort the sick, but He said to me,
"If you love Me, be My hands."

I asked the Lord to go to the dying,
And the orphan in the street,
And visit the prisoner, but He said to me,
"If you love Me, be My feet."

I asked the Lord to look to the poor,
And watch over each babe that cries,
And see each man's need, but He said to me,
"If you love Me, be My eyes."

I said to the Lord, " I want to serve You,
But I don't know where to start."
"To love is the answer," He said to me,
"If you love Me, be My heart.

1998, G. Shirie Westfall


I said a prayer for you today
And know God must have heard-
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word
I didn't ask for wealth or fame.
I knew you wouldn't mind,
I asked Him to send treasures
Of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that He'd be near you
At the start of each new day.
To grant you health and blessing
And friends to share your way.
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small,
But it was for His loving care
I prayed the most of All.


Six humans trapped by happenstance,
in bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
or so the stories told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
the first man held his back.
For of the faces round the fire,
he notices one was black.

The next man looking across the way,
saw one not of his church.
And could not bring himself to give,
the fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes,
he gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use,
to warm the idle reach.

The rich man just sat back and thought,
of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned,
from the lazy shiftless poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge,
as the fire past from his sight.
For all he saw in his piece of wood,
was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of his forlorn group,
did nought except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave,
was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in death still hand
gave proof of human sin,
They did not die from the cold without,
they died from the cold within.

"I Asked God"

I asked God to take away my pride.
But God said, "No. It's not for me to take away, but for you to give up"

I asked God to take care of the hungry and the homeless. But God said,
"No. That's your job."

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
But God said, "No. Her spirit is whole; her body is only temporary."

I asked God to grant me patience
But God said, "No. Patience is the result of tribulation; It isn't granted or earned."

I asked God to give me happiness.
But God said, "No. I bless you with many good things; happiness is up to you."

I asked God to spare me pain.
But God said, "No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you
closer to me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
And God said, "No. You must grow on your own"

I asked God if He loved me.
And God said, "Yes, of course. Why did I create you? Why did I give my
own son to die for you? Only because I love you."

So I asked God to help me love others, as much as God loves me.
And God said, "Finally, you've gotten the idea."

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