Praise God, He’s always here for me,
He never let me fall!
He is always there to carry me when
On His Precious name I call!

Knowing He’s beside me
and provides me all that I need,
He Keeps my spirits bolstered
and I am free, free indeed!

All my worries and distress,
Are sent to Him above!
When I get down He lifts me up on
His Eagles Wings Of Love

- – - By Connie Ciccone © October 2006

In a hundred years time it won’t matter
if the house you’ve lived in wasn’t done,
the garden and outside wasn’t finished,
or all the chores that were not begun.

It’s in your journey that you ran

In a hundred years time it won’t matter
if the paint still in the tin,
that was meant for the wall in the study.
would it really be such a sin?

It’s in your journey that you ran

In a hundred years time it won’t matter
if that shiny new car was not yours?
Or that fancy new watch admired
still sat in the case at the stores?

It’s in your journey that you ran

In a hundred years time it won’t matter
if you were never on TV,
You’d never reached Hollywood stardom
or even been in a movie.

It’s in your journey that you ran

Store up your treasures in heaven.
Where the Lord sees them your heart he finds
Love God, love your neighbor as yourself
be patient, gentle, and kind.

It’s in your journey that you ran

Live today and enjoy it.
Grasp every moment you CAN.
For life is the eternal race-
and there are no real winners.

It’s in your journey that you ran

- – - By Connie Ciccone ©July 2004

Often when we pause and wonder
When we kneel down to pray;
Can God really hear
The prayer that we say.

But if we keep praying
And talk to Him;
He’ll brighten the soul
That was clouded and dim.

And as we continue
Our burden seems lighter;
Our sorrow is softened
Our outlook is brighter.

For though we feel helpless
And alone when we start;
Our prayer is the key
That opens the heart.

And as our heart opens,
The dear Lord comes in;
And the prayer that we felt
We could never begin.

Is so easy to say
For the Lord understands;
And gives us new strength
By the touch of His hands…

- – - By Connie Ciccone ©August 2005