God, teach me to be patient, teach me to go slow, Teach me how to wait on You when my way I do not know. Teach me sweet forbearance when things do not go right So I remain unruffled when others grow uptight. Teach me how to quiet my racing, rising heart So I might hear the answer You are trying to impart. Teach me to let go, dear God, and pray undisturbed until My heart is filled with inner peace and I learn to know your will.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

The comfort and sweetness of peace.

For a mother's love is fashioned, After God's enduring love, It is endless and unfailing, Like the love of Him above.

A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above, a handful of happiness, a heart full of love.

In this troubled world, it's refreshing to find someone who still has the time to be kind. Someone who still has the faith to believe that the more you give, the more you receive. Someone who's ready by thought, word, or deed to reach out a hand, in the hour of need.

Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.