Heaven's Grocery Store

I was walking down life’s highway a long time ago.
One day I saw a sign that read "Heaven’s Grocery Store".

As I got a little closer, the door came open wide.
When I came to myself, I was standing just inside.
I saw a host of angels. They were standing everywhere.

One handed me a basket and said, "My child, please shop with care".
Everything a Christian needed was in that Grocery Store.
All you couldn't carry, you could come back the next day for.

First, I got some PATIENCE, LOVE was in the very same row.
Further down was UNDERSTANDING, you needed it wherever you go.
I got a box or two of WISDOM, a bag or two of FAITH.
I just couldn’t miss the HOLY SPIRIT, for He was all over the place!!
I stopped to get some STRENGTH and COURAGE to help me run this race.
By then my basket was getting full but…I remembered I needed some GRACE!
I didn’t forget SALVATION, for SALVATION was free.

So I tried to get enough of that to save both you and me.
Then I started up to the counter to pay my grocery bill,
for I thought I had everything to do my Master’s will.

As I wind up the aisle I saw PRAYER and I just had to put that in.
For I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right into sin.

PEACE and JOY were plentiful; they were on the last shelf.
SONGS and PRAISES were hanging near, so I just helped myself.

Then I said to the angel, "How much do I owe?"
He just smiled and said, "Just take them everywhere you go."
Again I smiled at him and said, "How much do I owe?"
He smiled again and said……

"My child, JESUS PAID YOUR BILL A LONG TIME AGO!"

Thank You God

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings,
Thank you, God, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed
against the morning light as long as possible,
Thank you, God, that I can see.
Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising,
Thank you, God, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short,
Thank you, God, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in
magazines,and the menu is at times unbalanced,
Thank you, God, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is hard,
Thank you, God, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest,
Thank you, God, for all I have.
There are many who have nothing.