Frank is back from Dubai,
He just wants to say hi,
He could not log onto his blog all these days,
As the site was blocked by the authorities there,
Anyway he is now back,
And soon he will be back on track,
He had a wonderful time in Dubai,
He had no time to feel wry,
But the weather there was very hot and dry,
All the same he went round the beautiful malls,
He received a few calls,
From friends both near and dear,
Frank had plenty of beer,
And for the most time he was in good cheer,
Frank is happy to be back,
He's hopping about the place in a sack,
Tomorrow he will wake up at the break of dawn,
And when the sun peeps out he will mow his lawn,
Then he will get down to blogging again,
Whether there is sunshine or rain.

Uncle Frank is leaving today for Dubai,
He just wants to say hi,
To all his blog friends,
He will be away for many a day,
To be exact it will be two months,
He hopes to continue to keep in touch,
From Dubai,
So it is bye for now,
Uncle Frank will try to make his posts as usual,
Providing nothing happens which is unusual.

I am the lamp, Lord,
That Thou set alight,
The flame that beckons,
Through the lone dark night,
Your love is the oil, Lord,
That feeds the flame,
May I burn steadfastly,
Glorifying your name,
Not hid under a bushel,
Away from mortal sight,
But set on a pedestal,
Shining fair and bright,
Like the star of Bethlehem,
That led the wise men three,
Let my light shine that many,
May come seeking thee.

Age is a quality of mind,
If you have left your dreams behind,
If hope is cold,
If you no longer look ahead,
If your ambitions' fires are dead,
Then you are old.
But if from life you take the best,
And if in life you keep the jest,
If love you hold,
No matter how the years go by,
No matter how the birthdays fly,
You are not old.

With desire deep,
We pray to thee,
O Lord! to keep,
Thy Hand of mercy,
On us all day.
During this year,
Drive away,
From us all fear.
E'er be our guide,
And show us the way,
To the right side,
When we go astray,
Watch us, we crave,
All night and day,
From falling save,
To misery a prey.

Frank is always generally frank,
And quite forthright,
He is not bothered about his plight,
He can scale to any height,
During daylight,
Or even by moonlight,
He was a boy scout in his younger days,
Frank has his own ways of doing things,
He does not believe in having flings,
He is a good and simple guy,
But not so shy,
He reaches for the sky,
Although it is way up high,
Once in a while he has a good cry,
He does not know why,
He is always prepared to do or die.

Frank's Page is fast becoming the rage,
Is he a sage from a different age,
Its too early yet to guage that his Page,
Is worth the pay he gets as a wage,
He is happy and content with the way things are,
He aspirations are modest, he does not wish to go too far,
He would rather spend his time in some bar,
And then drive home by car,
Frank has come quite far,
He is about to reach for a star,
When he gets there,
By hook or by crook,
He will sit back and write a book,
After it is published he hope's to be let off the hook,
Frank is having on his face a quaint look.

I asked God for Strength that I may achieve,
I was made weak that I may learn humbly to obey,
I asked for Health that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmities that I might do better things,
I asked for Riches that I may be happy,
I was given poverty that I might be wise,
I asked for Power that I may have the praise of man,
I was given weakness that I may feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I may enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for, but everything I hoped for.
My unspoken prayers were answered,
I am among all men , most richly blessed.

Frank was pleasantly surprised one eve,
His day was done and he was about to leave,
When he saw that there was a comment from someone unknown,
Frank felt this person was special who was not alone,
She had something good to say about uncle Frank's post,
He as usual was ever ready to play host,
The next day she promptly offered her comments on another post,
Frank felt quite elated and was about to boast,
Now his new blog friend has the quaintest of names,
Frank knows she's not up to any games,
Its thehomelyyear,
She has become to Frank very dear,
He knows she has become his fast friend,
She can count on Frank till the end,
Frank knows that he can in turn count on dear thehomelyyear all year round,
Their friendship will grow by more than a leap and a bound.

Beauty is His footprint showing us where He has passed,
We see it everywhere but not in wealth that is amassed,
The sight of a dew drop dazzling in the morning sunlight,
All the flowers in the garden which are colourful and bright,
The flora and fauna that we see all around,
It makes one's heart go round and round,
The white snow flakes that fall to the earth,
They fill the heart and soul with joy and mirth,
The forested hills and dales are a beautiful green,
They hide within them things that are seen and unseen,
A flock of birds frolicking in the morning air,
They catch the eye and reveal that all is fair,
One can see the waves caressing the seashore,
One hears the calls of the seagulls all the more,
There is so much of beauty in nature all around,
The heart beats softly without a sound.

Did you give him a lift? He's a brother of man,
And bearing about all the burden he can.
Did you give him a smile? He was downcast and blue,
And a smile would have helped him battle it through.
Did you give him your hand? He was slipping down hill,
And the world, so I fancied was using him ill.
Did you give him a word? Did you show him the road?
Or did you just let him go with his load?
Did you know what it means to be losing the fight?
When a comforting look may make things so right?
When one has borne about all one can stand,
Did you ask what it was, why and try to understand?

Ups and downs there are in our life,
To offset which one has to avoid strife,
Patience and skill go a long way,
To wipe the tears of sorrow away,
Fear of God is the sole path,
Which keeps us aloof from His wrath,
A man nourished with spiritual food,
Is often a man sincere and good,
Receiving Communion is a divine grace,
Which makes us bold to face,
Trials and tribulations with ease,
And instill in us divine peace,
God loves us one and all,
And protects us from a fall,
His love for us will ever abide,
For He is always by our side.

The heart is a beautiful garden,
Where the thought flowers grow,
The thoughts that I think,
Are the seeds that I sow,
Every kind of loving thought,
Bears a kind of loving deed,
But thoughts that are selfish,
Are just like a weed,
So we must watch what we think,
Each minute of the day,
And pull out the weed thoughts,
And throw them away,
And plant loving seed thoughts,
So thick in a row,
There will be no room,
For the weed thoughts to grow.

May He from whom all blessings flow,
Who bids all suffering cease,
With tenderness and care bestow,
His gifts of rest and peace,
And may His healing hand above,
Remove all grief and pain,
And in the sunshine of His love,
Your health return again.

God bless you and keep you, and give you His love,
God prosper your labour with help from above,
Be His strength in your arm and His love in your soul,
His smile your reward, His glory your goal.

The heights by great men reached and kept,
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept,
Were toiling upwards in the night.

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Please help me I'm weary,
The tempo is too fast,
For even on a sunny day,
My skies are overcast,
Seems like I am going backward,
However hard I try,
The efforts I put forth fall short,
They seldom satisfy,
So I seek assistance,
Instill faith in my heart,
You have so very much of it,
Please give me one small part,
Fill me with warm tenderness,
Give me your kiss of hope,
Renew my strength, encourage me,
So I can climb the slope.
Only you can make me equal,
To the troubles of this life,
Your love alone has the power,
To quell the hurts of strife.
So please help me I'm weary,
The tempo is too fast,
For even on a sunny day,
My skies are overcast.

Hold on though it seems that there is nothing left for you,
Hold on in the darkness, till the sun comes breaking through,
Hold on to your courage in the chaos of your grief,
Hold on, bravely, blindly, to your faith, and your belief.
Let go now, and you may drift,
Tossed by the waves of chance,
Hurled into strange waters by the storms of circumstance,
The sea of life is deep,
Tis only fools who venture out,
At the mercy of the winds, upon the rocks of Doubt.
Hold on though you've lost the thing that made your life worthwhile,
Hold on with the strength you've got, believe in God and smile,
Though it seems that hope has fled and every joy has gone,
Listen to the Voice within, that says to you, Hold on.

My blog friend Sula 36,
Is never in a fix,
She is from the UK but settled in Switzerland,
She is one of a select band,
Sula is a good blog friend of uncle Frank,
Once in while he plays on her a prank,
Sula is a lovely individual,
She is very exceptional,
She keeps posting from time to time,
Irrespective of the clime,
All her posts are good,
She's always in the mood,
Sula is a beautiful person,
She's a good soul,
And she's very charitable,
And also very capable,
Sula has a heart of gold,
She is courageous and bold.

My blog friend Melrose,
Is always in a state of repose,
He is a fine guy,
Not so shy,
He reaches for the sky,
Even though it is way so high,
He blogs from time to time,
But he does not write in rhyme,
All his posts are simply sublime,
He values his time,
Melrose and I are sometimes in touch with each other,
He is very much like a loving brother,
Melrose writes like a sprite,
He always gets things right,
So far he's had an illustrious career,
He's an able warrior,
Now he has floated his own company,
His life is like a smphony.

Help me Lord to find the time,
To assist the weak to climb,
Out of the pit of dark despair,
Into the sunshine where life is fair,
Time to push the frowns away,
An encouraging word to say,
Grant me time always to find,
Ways of being sweet and kind,
To my neighbour who needs my aid,
To a youngster who is a afraid,
Time for the gift of a flower,
To befriend a creature at any hour,
But never Lord, time to spare,
For a mean action anywhere.

May tomorrow find me at the door,
To welcome whatsoever lies in store,
The worst, the best, joy, sorrow, loss or gain,
Blessings or blows, the sunshine or the rain.
May tomorrow find me wide awake,
Prepared for any road that I must take,
Never let me shrink from its demand,
But with warm heart and willing hand,
Tackle the task whatever it may be,
Bearing another's burden cheerfully,
Ready to do Life's bidding with a smile,
And, if need be, to go the second mile.

She goes by the name sweetladyjane,
Her voice has a very sweet refrain,
She has travelled by train,
As well as by plane,
Sweetladyjane is as sweet as can be,
Her heart is boundless and free,
All her posts are good,
She is never misunderstood,
Her blog has a lovely header,
It stands out in all kinds of weather,
Sweetladyjane is a kind and loving person,
But she is not married to a parson,
Blogging is her passion,
Its always in fashion,
She is good to one and all,
She befriends one and all.