Seasons of Happiness
Like a welcome rain in summer,
That’s needed for plants to grow,
So our kindness to one another,
Will the love of our Saviour show.
Like the sunshine after the rain,
Flowers bloom in many colors,
Spreading sunshine wherever you go
Brings seasons of happiness to others.
Like the warmth we use in winter,
Warming us through on a cold day,
Giving a helping hand to the needy,
Will warm and brighten their day.
So much like summer and winter,
Or seasons of autumn or spring,
By showing God’s love to others,
Will glory and praise to Him bring.
Vivien Wade ©
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I
The flower God opens so gently
In my hands would fade and die
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
How can I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day,
And I'll look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way
For the pathway that lies before me
My heavenly Father knows
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as he unfolds the rose
Ps. Darryl L. Brown ©
You Are The One
You are the one that guides me
When I'm lost in the darkness of night
When I'm adrift on a sea of doubt
You are my guiding light
You are the one who hears my voice
When my words are held within
You are the one that calms me
When my world is crashing in
You are the one I talk to
When no one can understand
You are the one that walks with me
You hold my trembling hand
You are the one who sees me
For what I hope to be
You are the one that lifts me up
To more than I can be
Ron Orcutt ©
Don't Give Up
If you've tried and have not won,
Never stop for trying;
All that's good and great is done
Just by patient trying.
Though young birds, in flying, fall,
Still their wings grow stronger,
And the next time they can keep
Up a little longer.
Though the sturdy oak has known
Many a wind that bowed her,
She has risen again and grown
Loftier and prouder.
If by easy work you beat,
Who the more will prize you?
Gaining victory from defeat,
That's the test that tries you.
Phoebe Gary ©
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