Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself;
I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.
I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.
I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.
~Groucho Marx

This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24


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Sunday, August 13, 2017

A Hymn and a Poem for Sunday

This sunrise picture was taken was taken back in January of 2013
when I was walking around the lake where I used to live.
 What a Day That Will Be
Written by Jim Hill

There is coming a day,
When no heart aches shall come,
No more clouds in the sky,
No more tears to dim the eye,
All is peace forever more,
On that happy golden shore,
What a day, glorious day that will be.

There'll be no sorrow there,
No more burdens to bear,
No more sickness, no pain,
No more parting over there;
And forever I will be, 
With the One one died for me,
What a day glorious day that will be.
What a day that will be,
When my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face,
The One who saved me by His grace;
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the promised land,
What a day, glorious day that will be.

I can imagine my mother singing this hymn a few days ago when she met Jesus.  
 ๐ŸŽง     ๐ŸŽง

 Today's bulletin at church had this insert in it.
This poem is also in the book Streams in the Desert by Mrs Chas E. Cowman 
but don't know if she is the author.

The God of Comfort

I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the God of all comfort was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.

As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.

When he leads thro' some valley of trouble
His omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us,
Are part of His lessons in grace.

Oft we shrink from the purging and prunning,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows.

Well He knows that affliction is needed;
He ha a wise purpose in view,
And in the dark valley He whispers,
Herreafter Thou'lt  know what I do.

As we travel thro' life's shadow'd valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses,
Are blessing just sent in disguise,

So we'll follow wherever He leadeth,
Let the path be dreary or bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort;
Our God can give songs in the night.

A blessed Sunday to you all.
Jesus Loves You
happyone  ๐Ÿ’—


  1. Just beautiful. The picture, the words. Happy Sunday, and a blessed week to you.

  2. ...what a gorgeous way to start the day.

  3. "There is coming a day"

    There really is. It's almost here.

  4. Beautiful words and your photograph is just stunning.
    Wishing you well for the new week.

  5. Beautiful image and words. I've always loved that old hymn too.

  6. That foto...just simply wow! And, I love that old hymn.

  7. What a wonderful image ...
    Great words to accompany it too ...

    All the best Jan

  8. How did I miss this the first time I read the post? I am so very sorry that you lost you mother, my friend. Prayers of comfort to you at this difficult time. Hugs. ♥


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