The inspiration for this website came from a Scripture song I heard over 10 years ago at a ladies retreat:

Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
A word fitly spoken shall be,
Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
Let my life bring glory to thee.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Proverbs 25:11

Although some of the "stories" listed are made up, the Scriptural truths they illustrate are very real and can be of great benefit in a Christian's walk with the Lord and as illustrations for the lost.

It is my heart's desire that amongst the pages of this website, the Christian find words of encouragement and be spurred on to service for our Lord, and that seekers of the truth find Salvation in the timeless truths of God's Word for these troubled times.

- Angela

I’ve Gone Home

I’ve Gone Home

I’ve gone home to see my Father,
I’ve gone home, so don’t you cry
I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven,
In my mansion prepared on high.

No more sickness, no more sorrow,
No more pain, and no more grief.
I’ve gone home to be with Jesus
Though my sojourn here was brief.

I’ve gone home to live in Heaven
With all the blessed saints of old,
Here with Abraham and David
To stroll through streets of gold.

But there’s something else more beautiful,
So precious, beyond this crystal sea,
As I wander through realms of glory
I find my Saviour walks with me.

I’ve gone home to be in Heaven
Where there’s no sadness, and no night.
There is joy and peace unending,
In this blissful land of light.

I’ve gone home to be in Heaven,
Though you miss me, and tears abound,
Just keep believing in God’s promises,
And listening for that trumpet sound.

Because one day in God’s timing
When the Lord calls out your name
Look to the skies in awe and wonder –
We’ll see each other again.

Written August 1st, 2000.
Gerald Bouey.
(Dedicated to Tammi Dawson)

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This poem was later turned into a song to the tune of

I Know Who Hold Tomorrow

by Leann Rimes

I don’t know about tomorrow,
I just live from day to day.
And I don’t borrow from the sunshine
‘Cause the skies might turn to grey.

Chorus

There are many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
Yes I know who holds my hand.

And I don’t worry about the future,
‘Cause I know what Jesus said,
And today I’m gonna walk right beside him
‘Cause he’s the one who knows what is ahead.

Chorus

There are things about tomorrow
That I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.

Chorus

And each step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb.
And every burden is getting lighter
And all the clouds, their silver line.

Chorus

And, I’ll bet the sun it’s always shining
And no tears will ever dim the eye
And the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains, they touch the sky.

Chorus

If you were to die today, do you know for sure, based on God’s Word – the Bible, that He would allow you into His Heaven?

This poem could be written of Tammy Dawson because she had accepted Jesus Christ as her personal Saviour. She knew she had a home in God’s Heaven based on God’s Word, not her feelings, or her church, or being good enough, or because she “thought” she “might” go there. She had complete assurance of being God’s child.

Do you? If not, please visit God’s Simple Plan of Salvation. There is no other decision in your life that matters more than where you will spend eternity.

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It’s In The Valleys I Grow

It’s In The Valleys I Grow

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It’s then I have to remember
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God’s love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it’s in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan’s loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I’m feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it’s in the valleys I grow!

Jane Eggleston

(This poem was written by Jane Eggleston who currently lives in Virginia. Her son Jeff states, “She is a wonderful person, loves Jesus and has been the best mother anyone could ever ask for.” What a fitting tribute to any mother.)

I Met God In The Morning

I Met God In The Morning

I met God in the morning
When my day was at its best,
And His Presence came like sunrise
Like a glory in my breast.

All day long the Presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to us a peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I, too, had loosed the moorings
With the Presence left behind.

So I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way;
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.

Ralph Cushman

I Am Learning, Lord

I Am Learning, Lord

My life has taken many falls
And tumbles ‘long the way.
The many trials have left me
In a sure state of dismay.
For with each trial, I tried alone
To tend, and soothe, and mend,
Instead of giving them to God –
And on Him just depend …

But, I am learning, Lord.

It seems that I was determined
to carry all the load.
I longed for smoother pathways.
Yet, I walked a rocky road.
Little did I understand,
God waited patiently
To pave a new beginning
With a better life for me.

But, I am learning, Lord.

It took a real disaster
To bring me to my knees;
To finally call upon the Lord
And say, “God help me, please.”
He can, with no delaying,
With strong arms that could hold –
The weight of all my burdens;
He gladly took the load.

And, I am learning, Lord.

What a needless cross I carried,
All because I could not see –
What a friend I have in Jesus,
And the love He has for me.
Peace I find when troubles hover,
Though’ the outcome is unknown.
For if yet the road is rocky,
I won’t walk it all alone.

For, I am learning, Lord.

D. Sue Horton ~
Copyright © 1995

Heaven

Heaven

I was asked a question today –
Alma, are you afraid to die?
Why no, I answered quite frankly,
And then I asked myself why.

There are several answers to this question:
Number one, I know where I’ll be;
My body may be in this earth,
But my soul will be in heaven, eternally.

For you see, I’ve trusted Christ as my Savior,
He’s the Rock on whom I depend.
Together, we’ll walk on those streets of gold,
I’ll have a new life of joy that never ends.

I have two people who’ll greet me
As I enter those big pearly gates:
A father who on earth loved me dearly,
And a sister, oh I barely can wait.

There’ll be no crying in heaven,
No more pain, oh won’t that be great.
And my loved ones who’ve gone on before me,
Why, they are waiting just inside the gates.

We’ll have a family reunion
As they guide me throughout this new land,
And the angels, they will be singing,
As I place my hand in his “nail-scarred” hand.

I will bow on my knees and cry, “Holy”
As I meet my one and only King,
The one who gave His life for me,
I will burst with joy as His praises I sing.

I don’t think I’ll ask any whys
As to the problems we face here on earth,
For just to see Him in His glory
Makes any trial well the worth.

So you see, I have all this to look forward to,
And I have Jesus Christ to thank.
No, I’m not afraid to die;
I’ll be with my Savior in heaven on high.

Written by: Alma Herrington
January 4th, 1986

Like a River Glorious

Like a River Glorious

Words: Frances R. Havergal, 1876
Music: “Wye Valley,” James Mountain, 1876

Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.

Refrain

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.

Refrain

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do.
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.

Refrain

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