Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God stuck the U in the name of His Son.
And each time U pray, you’ll see that it’s true,
You can’t spell out JesUs and not include U.

You’re a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; and that’s why He came.
His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn’t it thrilling and supernaturally grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth in His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
“Go forth into the world and tell them it’s true
That I love them all – Just like I love U.”

So many of the lost are spelled with a U,
Don’t they have a right to know JesUs too?
It all depends now on what U will do,
He’d like them to know,
And It All Starts With U.

– - – written by Connie Ciccone

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I’m finding
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who’s always there.

I promise to defend you,
should the occasion ever rise,
And, I promise to wipe away the tears,
which might stream from your weeping eyes.

Let me be the trusted Friend,
the one that you know best.
I will never leave you,
on that, you can surely rest.

- – - written by Sandra Lewis Pringle

Old Brother Higgins built a shelf,
for the family Bible to rest itself,
lest a sticky finger or grimy thumb
might injure the delicate pages some.
He cautioned his children to touch it not,
and it rested there with never a blot,
though the Higgins tribe were a troublesome lot.

His neighbour, Miggins, built a shelf.
“Come, children,” he said, “and help yourself”.
His book is old and ragged and worn,
with some of the choicest pages torn,
where children have fingered and numbered and read.
But of the Miggins tribe I’ve heard it said,
each carries a Bible in his head”

It is important for us, whether children or adults, to plant ourselves in God’s Word every day, so that we might always carry the scriptures in our head and heart wherever we go.