Anyone know this song from long ago.  “There is glory, there is glory, there’s a glory hallelujah in my soul.” A good way to start the Sabbath day. – Okay, not the original Sabbath. An argument so early in the day will drive away the glory!

Well, dear readers, I pray that today we will all find real glory in our worship. Let’s not get all wrought up with theological points, but neither let us fake glory.

Jesus is not fake; he is real, just as he was yesterday, and as he will be tomorrow. Today is a victory celebration day, and it should also be “arm yourself for battle” day.

So may you have a real “glory in Jesus” and “strength in his Word” day everyday!  For a bit of added fragrance, bask in the truth of the following poem:


A rose grew by the garden path
A child took a sniff, ran away with a laugh.
A short time later, a man walked by
Smelled the rose and made a pleasant sigh.

Now, I’ll ask a question, if I may.
If the rose were sniffed by a hundred noses,
Would it lose its fragrance by the end of the day?
So, what is my lesson from the rose?
Jesus’ love suffers no loss
No matter the number
Who partake at the cross.

(Oneta Hayes)

His fragrance never diminishes. Try it out. Find a quiet place. Breath in and think of Him. Isn’t it sweet? If you don’t “get a whiff,” move closer.


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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. judyjourneys says:

    Love your poem, Oneta! I’ve saved it to share with others. Thanks.

  2. Faye says:

    Inspirational . Wonderful to remember but also to keep standing day by day knowing the wonder of our ‘relational God’. All because of Calvary. Thank you dear Oneta. Loved the poem.

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