Strength of a Man

The strength of a man isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders.
Its seen in the width of his arms that circle you.

The strength of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.

The strength of a man isn’t how many buddies he has.
Its how good a buddies he is with his kids.

The strength of a man isn’t in how respected he is at work.
Its in how respected he is at home.

The strength of a man isn’t in how hard he hits.
Its in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn’t in the hair on his chest.
Its in his heart…that lies within his chest.

The strength of a man isn’t how many women he Loved.
Its in can he be true to one woman.

The strength of a man isn’t in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can carry.

You Never Walk Alone
How often you fear the road up ahead,
How often you dread the unknown,
How often, too, do you tend to forget
That you never walk alone.

For there’s One who well knows where you’re going,
He’s sure every step of the way,
For long, long ago He walked the same path
That you and I travel today.

And He understands every misgiving,
For fear is a part of us all,
But in faith make each step firm and steady,
And the Father will not let you fall.

Just remember He’s walking beside you,
With love that will never fail,
His arm around your shoulders,
His eye upon the trail.

By Lee Simmons
Jesus Loves Me

This was first published in a Dear Abby column years ago.
MOM’S STRENGTH, FORGIVENESS STILL INSPIRE DECADES LATER

DEAR ABBY: My dear, late father read the old Baltimore News Post newspaper from cover to cover. He would put me on his lap and read the funnies or something special to keep me current and interested in the news. I have read newspapers ever since — and always your column.

The letter from the woman whose little sister was killed when a young neighbor backed her car out of the driveway brought back many memories.

I believe I knew the family. We were in our early 30s then, with two children of our own. We met the family at church functions. They carried that beautiful child on their shoulders as a trophy — and beautiful she was.

The parents owned a religious bookstore. When news of the tragic accident spread, everyone who knew them showed up at the church service and funeral. I remember the eulogies. That outpouring of love for this precious family was overwhelming.

After the service, there was a profound silence. Then a strong, beautiful singing voice began to fill the church. The song was, “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” I looked around and realized the voice was coming from the child’s mother! People around me wanted to join in, but they couldn’t choke back the tears.

I watched in amazement as this mother helped her husband to stand as their children followed. She led the entire church in the procession, never losing her strength or composure. Her voice soared above every other in that huge gathering.

She taught us that God loves us so much he grants supernatural strength when we need it most. Please tell this young woman that her family’s example of strength and forgiveness touched my life and many others for more than 24 years.

– LINDA BRESSLER, TAMPA, FLA.

DEAR LINDA: And I’m sure your letter will touch the hearts of others, as it touched mine.