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I am building, ever building,
As I live from day to day,
Something good or something evil,
In the things I do and say.
Soon I’ll have a finished structure,
Standing for eternity,
But if Christ should look upon it,
Would he be ashamed of me?

There are little seeds of kindness
That are ready to be sown;
There’s a noble deed that waiting
To be done by me alone.
There are acts that break or injure -
Mean and selfish as can be.
If my deeds were known to Jesus,
Would He be ashamed of me?

There are words at random spoken,
That may soothe or wound a heart.
I can never repossess them
Once they from my lips depart.
Every word can bring some blessing,
Or a cursing it may be.
If He heard the words I’ve spoken,
Would He be ashamed of me?

Up ahead the road’s dividing;
Here and now I must decide.
One there is that’s straight and narrow,
While the other’s smooth and wide.
After one of these is chosen,
And I’ve reached my destiny,
When He found me there, I wonder,
Would He be ashamed of me?

PFC. Seth Baker
A.A.B., Alliance, Nebraska

The sins we do are two by two,
But they are paid for one by one.
-Kipling.

Live of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

MYSELF
Edgar Guest

I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look myself in the eye;

I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I can never hide myself from me -
I see what others may never see;

I know what others may never know;
I never can fool myself, and so
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience-free.

Waste not moments, no, not words,
In telling what you could do
Some other time; the present is
For doing what you should do.
-Phoebe Cary.