The stick together families are happier by far

Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.

The gladest people living are the wholesome folks who make

A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.

And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun

Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

It's the stick together family that wins the joys of earth,

That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;

It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;

There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.

And, O Weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,

Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.

Edgar A. Guest.

The Cross ...
                            
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
There will always be sunshine, after the rain ....

Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready,
To answer your call ...

He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
A word from His lips, can calm every fear ...

Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish, dawn's early light ...

The Savior is waiting, somewhere above,
To give you His grace, and send you His love ...

Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
"God always sends rainbows ... after the rain ... "