There is hope
Do you know what it’s like
To live with a family that’s not your own;
To live in a country far from home;
To speak a language you hardly know;
To hurt inside without letting it show?
Funny how only yesterday
I walked this path alone
But you came alongside and changed my world
You gave me wings
And taught me how to fly
And someday soon, when I am strong
I’ll mount up high and fly away with you.
When our hearts are set on obedience, we can be sure of the needed wisdom to tell the difference between a conflict and a harmony. It may be a slow and painful process.
Like an anchor holding fast within a squall
One who cherishes your friendship as you do
Your companion through both grief and joy
Always willing to look past your faults with gracious myopia
Listener more than talker, good one to help keep your head level
Trusted friend who knows you at your worst and best
Yoke fellow who eases the burden of life’s journey Continue reading “Loyalty”
By my own admission,
Your happy addition
Since your first arrival
Brought my heart revival.
I fear your attraction
Is my great distraction
For when you are nearing
I find you endearing
And your full enjoyment
My fondest employment.
The Gardenia was created by Viola Gardner to be used as a teaching tool or learning exercise.
Fervid winds blew all night long—
And all the while rain sang her song
While bridges swayed,
Made men afraid.
As morning dawned, the storm grew still,
Yet river’s swell
Remained to tell—
So your love fills me—always will.
What they want they take, any way they can get it. Where do they learn this? Some of them, sadly, from their parents, who have shed the responsibility of marriage, home, and children for another “lifestyle,” another partner, another career, another bid for the happiness that will always elude them. If a mother or father, by behavior, says in effect, “It’s my life, this is what I want, the rest of you be damned,” their children will follow suit. Who shows them another way?
It would be foolish to deny that there are some pleasures along that road. There is plenty of what people call fun. There are thrills, gratifications, “experiences.”
Deadly thing is hate
stifles all hope of friendship
ravages the soul
one force there is with which it
cannot reckon: Forgiveness!