Abou
Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke on night from a deep dream of peace,
An saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Made it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all the sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one," said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still: And said, "Then, pray thee then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great awakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhme's name led all the rest.
Leigh Hunt
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You're
here not by chance, but by God's choosing. He had a hand in forming you
and helping made you the person you are.
Finally, you cannot be compared to anyone else - you are
unique. What you lack, God's grace can give you.
You are here at this time in history to fulfill a
special purpose for this and future generations - perhaps even for past
generations.
Let's be thankful that we have been allowed to be here
at the same time.
Together, let's make the most of it to honor Him,
ourselves, righteousness, and our loved ones from then until forever.
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