Time is not measured by the years that you live But by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give- And each day as it comes brings a chance to each one To love to the fullest, leaving nothing undone That would brighten the life or lighten the load Of some weary traveler lost on Life's Road- So what does it matter how long we may live If as long as we live we unselfishly give.

In everything both great and small, We see the Hand of God in all.

So every year when Christmas comes, I realize a new, the best gift life can offer is having friends like you.

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.

This great God loves us still, He loved us since the world began and what's more, He always will.

A mother's love is something that no one can explain — It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain. It is endless and unselfish and enduring, come what may, For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking.

The comfort and sweetness of peace.