Trash or Treasure
November 25, 2025
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Some things look shiny, all sparkling and bright, But they don’t help us grow or keep us in light. They sit on the shelf, or
Some things look shiny, all sparkling and bright, But they don’t help us grow or keep us in light. They sit on the shelf, or
The truth is a well that is so very deep. It hides in the dark where secrets sleep. But a writer will get a bucket
The Lord has a plan—yes, a plan just for me. It’s bigger than mountains, wider than the sea. He started the work, and he will
A writer once sat with a pen in her hand, She dreamed up a world and a wonderful land. She scribbled and scrawled with a
Oh, the Lord is my Sun with a warm, happy glow, He lights up my path everywhere that I go. He smiles as he shines,
When a knock, knock, knock comes to your door, It might be a voice you’ve not heard before. It might say, “Come help,” or “Let’s
If you run the good race and keep pressing on, Through dusk and dark till the morning’s dawn, You’ll stand in God’s light where shadows
Oh, give thanks to the Lord, good all the way through, With a love that keeps flowing, like skies painted blue. Love wider than rivers,
You say, “I can’t help it. I just didn’t know.” But the truth is, dear writer, that’s rarely so. It’s not that we’re clueless. It’s
When crowds were pressing and pulling in near, With questions and chatter for Jesus to hear, He smiled at the people. He loved every one.
When your pockets feel empty, your cupboard looks bare, And you’re wondering if God even knows that you care, Don’t fret and don’t frown. Don’t
Wanting to write, I once had a big dream, “I’ll write by myself. I’ll be quick. I’ll be keen.” But soon I found out that