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He threaded his way through the crowded street A commonplace man, though tidy and neat The kind of man you see by the score One glance suffices, you look no more. Just one of the crowd in colour and size - Unless you happened to look at his eyes. He was one of the queue that boarded the bus. Just part of the pattern, just one of us. For him, there was not so much as a glance From the girls in their finery off to the dance. Just one of so many in collars and ties - Unless you happened to look at his eyes. There's someone Who knows the secret that lies Behind the radiance of those eyes. Inspiring in glory that light to shine Someone could tell of a purpose divine. He'll never tell it - his joy was in giving (discovering, so doing, the pure joys of living) Making a life that seemed broken worthwhile Helping, in truth, a lame dog o'er a stile He did not ask how much he might gain He only saw the sorrow and pain W...

"Be patient - wait God's time. He knows the best.  Though plans are crossed, unanswered your requests. Even when you suffer from the stunning blow, When He to your petition answers, "no." When all is dark around, just kneel in prayer. Tell Him you're trusting. He will bless you there." By Mrs Clara Simpson " Make every day a walk with Thee. New glory shall the sunshine gain. And all the clouds shall lightened be Go with me on life's dusty road And help me bear the weary load. Talk with me, Master, by the way. The voices of the world recede The shadows darken o'er the land. How poor am I, how great my need. Speak to my heart disquieted. Till it shall lose it's fear and dread. Bide with me, Master, all the way. Though to my blinded eyes unknown. So shall I feel a presence near Where I had thought I walked alone. And when, far spent, the day decline Break Thou the bread, dear Guest o...