The Inquisitive Little Boy

19 06 2013

The Inquisitive Little Boy

During the great Exhibition in London, a gentle man went his little boy.
The child was astonished at the things he saw, and was anxious to know why they were made. His father answered him , and described the use of the various things as they passed along.

You see, my dear boy,” said the father to him, ” everything here has been made for a certain purpose. You also were made by God for a certain purpose.”

“For what purpose did God make me, Father?” the boy asked, excited.

“God made you to know Him, love Him, and serve Him in this world, and be happy with Him in the next, my boy. Keep these words always in your mind,  and try every day to learn something about your Father in Heaven.”





We have the blood of little children on our hands

16 06 2013

forgiveness
The latest video on life by Live Action is out. Some say it is a tough watch so if you have a weak stomach don’t watch. But I like to share a lyric of a song which a woman blogger said made her stop believing in Abortion. Here it goes

Verse 1

She will never see the beauty of a sunrise
Nor pick a flower blowing in the wind
She will never climb up to sit on Daddy‘s knee
Never spend a summer day with her best friend
She will never bake cookies with Mommy
Never know what it’s like to be sixteen
Never spend her love with that special someone
Never have the family of her childhood dreams

Verse 2
He will never celebrate his first birthday
You will never hear him call your name out loud
He will never run across the grassy meadow
Nor will he be the little boy that makes you proud
He will never go fishing with Daddy
Nor have the joy of buying his first car
He will never get to father his own family
Or hear his little boy wish upon a star

Chorus
Day by day and one by one, we’re killing our future
By the thousands every day across the land
Can you tell me what has happened to America?
Is there anyone who dares to take a stand?
We have the blood of little children on our hands

Bridge
But in Heaven God is picking up the pieces
Of the countless treasures we have thrown away
While slowly He’s reshaping and re-molding
Those precious little helpless lumps of clay
So lovingly, He holds them in His hands
Only God knows, just what they could have been.

Here’s the video of the song.. it’s beautiful and the lead singer has a beautiful voice.

Thanks Temi227 for sharing.








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