There Are Two Days In My Calendar:

Take This To Heart And Doubt Not That You Are The One Who Killed Christ. Your Sins Certainly Did, And When You See The Nails Driven Through His Hands, Be Sure That You Are Pondering, And When The Thorns Pierce His Brow, Know That They Are Your Evil Thoughts.

Lord God, I Thank Thee That Thou Hast Been Pleased To Make Me A Poor And Indigent Man Upon Earth. I Have Neither House Nor Land Nor Money, To Leave Behind Me. Thou Hast Given Me Wife And Children, Whom I Now Restore To Thee. Lord, Nourish, Teach, And Preserve Them As Thou Hast Me.

Whatever Man Loves, That Is His God. For He Carries It In His Heart; He Goes About With It Night And Day; He Sleeps And Wakes With It, Be It What It May - Wealth Or Self, Pleasure Or Renown.

The Fewer The Words, The Better The Prayer.

Rest In The Lord; Wait Patiently For Him. In Hebrew, "be Silent In God, And Let Him Mould Thee." Keep Still, And He Will Mould Thee To The Right Shape.