Giving Is Rewarding
The more you give , the more you get . The more you laugh , the less you fret . The more you do unselfishly , the more you live abundantly . The more of everything you share , the more you ’ ll always have to spare . The more you love , the more you ’ ll find that life is good and friends are kind . For only what we give away , enriches us from day to day .
Be Good To Yourself
Be good to yourself — You deserve it .
Take care of yourself While you ’ re here . No one else can do it Better than you .
Hold yourself up . Don ’ t be your worst enemy . Nor a ‘ self hater , ‘ Like some love to do .
Live and enjoy life . Look in the mirror and smile . Believe that good things
Will happen for you . Be grateful that you were A candidate for life . And let such gratitude Show .
Make the best choices for yourself . Exercise . Rest . And eat properly . For on such things the body thrives .
Love yourself , And then you can love others too . Serenade you with a song . Honour YOU with a poem .
And like an old friend that you Would visit every now and then , Take care of ‘ yourself .’ For you shall not pass this way again .
It Passeth Knowledge
It passeth knowledge , that dear love of Thine , My Savior , Jesus ; yet this soul of mine Would of Thy love in all its breadth and length , Its height and depth , its everlasting strength , Know more and more .
It passeth telling , that dear love of Thine , My Savior , Jesus ; yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners , far and near , A love which can remove all guilty fear , And love beget .
It passeth praises , that dear love of Thine , My Savior , Jesus ; yet this heart of mine Would sing that love , so full , so rich , so free , Which brings a rebel sinner , such as me , Nigh unto God .
But though I cannot sing , or tell , or know The fulness of Thy love , while here below , My empty vessel I may freely bring ; O Thou , who art of love the living spring , My vessel fill .
I am an empty vessel — not one thought Or look of love to Thee I ’ ve ever brought ; Yet I may come , and come again to Thee , With this the empty sinner ’ s only plea , Thou lovest me .
Oh , fill me , Jesus , Savior , with Thy love ! Lead , lead me to the living fount above ; Thither may I , in simple faith draw nigh , And never to another fountain fly , But unto Thee .
Lord Jesus , when Thee face to face I see , When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee , Then of Thy love , in all its breadth and length , Its height and depth , its everlasting strength , My soul shall sing .