GRACE - WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SOUND !!

In this past year I have been aware of God's grace more then any time in my life. Through all the mishaps and having gone through major surgery I know only God's grace has brought me through. I've experienced God's grace; I've embraced God's grace; I desire more than ever to excercise God's grace to others.
Following is a poem that depicts my gratefulness for God's amazing grace.


Grace, what a beautiful sound.
God's riches through Christ in my life abound.

Grace is a gift with no strings attached.
An abundant outpouring of God's love, unmatched.

Grace came to me when I was a child.
It started with Jesus, so meek and so mild.

As I've grown in my faith I've experienced God's grace.
I've learned that God's love is there to embrace.

Don't take grace for granted. Don't let grace diminish.
Extend it to others until your race is finished.

God's grace is amazing. God's grace my heart mends.
God's grace is suffient. God's grace never ends.

Grace, what a beautiful sound.
God's riches through Christ in my life abound.

NOT SO DUMB AFTER ALL

Forrest Gump in Heaven

The day finally arrived; Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself.
St. Peter says, "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must inform you that the place is filling up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short and you have to pass before you can get into heaven."
St. Peter continues: "The questions are:
What days of the week begin with the letter "T"?
How many seconds are there in a year?
What is God's first name?"
Forrest says, "Well, the first one, how many days in the week begin with the letter "T"? That's a easy one. That'd be Today and Tomorrow."
The Saint's eyes open wide and he exclaims, "Forrest, that's not what I was thinking, but... I'll give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?" asks St. Peter.
"How many seconds in a year? Now that's harder," says Forrest, "but I thunk and thunk and guess the only answer can be twelve."
Astounded, St. Peter says, "Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
"Shucks, there's gotta be twelve; January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd..."
"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you're going with this, and I'll have to give you credit for that one, too. Let's go on with the next and final question. Can you tell me God's first name?"
"Sure." Forrest replied. "It's Andy."
"Andy?!" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St. Peter. "Okay, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name of Andy as the first name of God?"
"That was the easiest one of 'em all," Forrest replied. "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."
St. Peter opened the Pearly gates and said, "Run, Forrest, Run!"