I was walking down life's highway a long time ago. 
One day I saw a sign that read, "Heaven's Grocery Store".
As I got a little closer the door came open wide, 
and when I came to myself I was standing inside. 
I saw a host of Angels, they were standing everywhere. 
One handed me a blanket and said, "My Child shop with care". 
Everything a Christian needs is in that grocery store, 
and all you can't carry, come back the next day for more. 

First, I got some Patience, Love was in the same row. 
Further down was Understanding, needed everywhere you go. 
I got a box or two of Wisdom, a bag or two of Faith, 
I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, it was all over the place. 
I stopped to get some Strength and Courage to help me run this race, 
but then my blanket was getting full, and I remembered I needed Grace. 

I didn't forget Salvation, which like the others was free, 
so I tried to get enough of that to save both you and me. 
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill, 
for I thought I had everything to do my master's will. 
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and had to put it in, 
for I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right into sin. 
Peace and Joy were plentiful, they were on the last shelf. 
Song and Praises were hanging near, so I just helped myself. 

Then I said to the Angel, "How much do I owe"? 
The Angel smiled and said, "Just take them everywhere you go." 
Again, I politely asked "How much do I really owe?" 
The Angel smiled again and said, "My Child, Jesus Paid Your Bill
A Long Time Ago." 

Author
Ron DeMarco & Friend 
© Copyright 1990

 Just a line to say I'm living,
That I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in my head.

I've got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
But, Oh God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can't remember
when I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or I've just come down from there.

And before the fridge, so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put food away, or
have I come to take some out?

And there's times when it is dark
With my nightcap on my head
I don't know if I'm retiring, or
just getting out of bed.

So, if it's my turn to write you
There's no need you getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.

So remember, I do love you,
And wish that you were near
But it's nearly mail time,
So must say, "Goodbye Dear"

Love, Me

P.S. Here I stand beside the mailbox
With face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I've opened it instead ! ! ! 

Author Unknown