Tagged: moral stories

He Created the Tree He molded and built A small lonely hill, That He knew would be Called Calvary. Then He made the seed, That would grow to be thorns That would make His Son bleed. Then He made a green stem Gave it leaves and then Gave it sunshine and rain And sheltered it with moss. With tears in His eyes, God looked down in time Saw Him spat upon, Beaten and mocked. Still, He grew the tree, That He knew would be Used to make The old rugged cross. Nothing took His life. With love He gave it....

My Italian Grandmother was a wonderful woman. “Nanny” had a loving, vibrant soul that she carried around in a short, heavyset body. She had a passion for life that expressed itself in so many ways. It was in the hugs she gave, the meals she cooked, and the flowers she grew. It was even in the temper she lost from time to time. I think one of the reasons I was never taught Italian by my Dad was he was afraid I might learn the meaning of some of those words Nanny said when she was upset. Nanny raised four...

The accumulation of our sin Was a weighty cross to bare Our sins of past, present, and future Hung Lord Jesus there But mighty were those arms of love Stretched out for you and me Worthy were those feet that walked And prayed in Gethsemane From His side poured out water and blood Not one bone was broken Fulfilled prophecy to the letter Thus our God had spoken Here the Saviour of the world Obedient to His Father’s will Gave up the ghost and died our death So He could Deliver still Deliver still He does our Lord Sinners He...