Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

Saved by a Tract

"Seeking something to while away his time, Hudson Taylor turned over a basket of tracts in his father's library and selected one that looked interesting. While reading it he was struck with the phrase, 'The finished work of Christ.'

Immediately the words attracted his attention. 'What was finished?' he asked himself. Reading further, the tract explained the finished work as 'A full and perfect atonement and satisfaction for the sins of the whole world.'

Then Hudson thought, 'If the whole work was finished on the cross of Calvary, and the whole debt of sin paid, what is there left for me to do?'

Hudson was thus convinced, as the light of God's truth flashed into his soul by the Holy Spirit, 'There was nothing to be done but to fall down on my knees and accept the Saviour and His salvation and praise Him forever.'

Hudson Taylor was seventeen years old at the time. He then went on to faithfully serve His Saviour for many years in China."

--Dr. and Mrs. Howard Taylor (From, Moments With The Book)

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