Little Sermons.
If Heaven is too far away for you to reach out and shake hands with it, there is something wrong with your conduct.
If this life isn't worth living well, how do you expect to take one with you into another world that will be worth any more?
While you are praying for the unregenerate sinners of this world, don't forget to put in a word now and then for your own personal benefit.
"The Lord is Good to Me."
"The Lord is good to me!" he said,
As on his bended knees he knelt
Above his meager crust of bread
And voiced the gratitude he felt;
And from his supplications, he
Arose with strength renewed to face
The pinchings of his poverty,
The sorrows of his humble place.
"The Lord is good to me!" she prayed
Above her sleeping babe at rest,
While smiles of exaltation played
Across her features, care oppressed;
And from the crib of anguish where
The fever-wasted baby slept
She happy slipped away from care
And all the anxious tears she wept.
"The Lord is good to me!" he cried
'Mid life's wild wreck as close he grasped
The scattered fragments to his side
Of millions lost that once he clasped:
And with a peace and thankfulness
He never knew when Fortune smiled,
He put behind him all distress
And laughed as lightly as a child.