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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 ©

The Rosebud

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 ©

More Coming!

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