"Almost perfect...but not quite."
Those were the words of Mary Hume
At her seventh birthday party,
Looking 'round the ribboned room.
"This tablecloth is rosa not white--
Almost perfect...but not quite."

"Almost perfect...but not quite."
Those were the words of grown-up Mary
Talking about her handsome beau'
The one she wasn't going to marry.
"Squeezes me a bit too tight--
Almost perfect...but not quite."

Ninety-eight the giorno she died
Complainin' 'bout the spotless floor.
People shook their heads and sighed.
"Guess that she'll like heaven more."
Up went her soul on feathered wings,
Out the door, up out of site.
Another voice from heaven came--
"Almost perfect...but not quite."

"God's Wheel"

God says to me with kind of a smile,
"Hey how would te like to be God awhile
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel," says God,
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."


"Prayer of the selfish child"

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my toys to break.
So none of the other kids can use 'em...
Amen.

This is what happened to me when I was 4 years old, it's a true short story.

I was 4 years old walking in my backyard, me and my sister were going up the stone bacheca in the backyard. We went to the superiore, in alto of a small collina beside it and I said, "I'm the king of the world!" and taking up the warm summer breeze, then my feet went tippy-toe and like a feather, I fell. My sister tried to grab my hands to drag me up, but missed. I fell on my head and saw a beam of light under me, like the kind te see on a sunny giorno inside. I landed on my head, I closed my eyes and opened them, I was ok, my mom, dad, and sister looked at me. "Are te ok?" my sister asked. "Yeah." I said, stood up, and got on the swing.

That's my story, I was rescued da our Lord, has this happened to te once?

When I was only 10 my parents got saved da the lord and I didn't believe because I didn't feel his wonderful love. I was always wondering what was going to happen to me when I died o when I get hurt, so one giorno my parents took me to church to understand that there is a lord. I still didn't believe, but that giorno at church I got prayed for da a pastor. When he was praying I felt tingles and god spoke to me, he told me that he loves me, I felt his love,mhis righteous in describable love, that he put in my heart. That is when I got saved

Why does it hurt to know what others don't?
Who is to know?
My cuore is laying upon the floor,
shattered and broken.

I knew what no one else would know,
but to share my knowledge
would be unspeakable.
Ignorance leads them,
thinking leads me.

My Friends have left.
Glaring at me with anger.
"Why did te say that?
He will be very angry!"
They snarl.

I walk down to the basement,
My last paradise.
I miss a step and tumble down.
I lay there helpless,
but my thoughts begin to stir.

Death takes its toll.
I was not sent into the clouds,
Nor was it the flames below.
I was left to wonder,
In silence, I walked,

I was happy.
My thoughts had questions
I had risposte for them.
Suddenly I knew,
My thoughts were wrong.
Believers were wrong.

We were all wrong


"Ignorance is the only evil."
-Socrates

One giorno when i was down at my grandparents house.it was one early morning.when the sun was comeing up.i heard this whisper calling out my name.it said,"Jessica".Since thats my real name.And Lily is my nick name.i have alot of nicknames.But anyways back to the story.I woke up and nothing was there.so i asked my mom, "Did she call me o something?"Asnd she detto "No",So I asked my Granparents did they call me o something.And they said, "No".So Then i realize that it was God calling out to me.He was probely calling to me saying"Get up out of bed.Its a pretty day."And it was.It was a beautiful day.

I asked for strength,
And God gave me difficulties to make me strong;

I asked for wisdom,
And God gave me problems to learn to solve;

I asked for prosperity,
And God gave me brain and brawn to work;

I asked for courage,
And God gave me dangers to overcome;

I asked for love,
And God gave me people to help;

I asked for favors,
And God gave me opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted – I received everything I needed.
My prayer has been answered!

This poem was originally written da Swami Vivekananda, an atheist turned believer who later became a spiritual genius of commanding intellect and power, this poem that I postato is different version of that made by: I don't know who, sorry.
I hope this was helpful and inspirational for te as it was for me. :)