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A Season There is a season coming soon when each day will feel like spring.
There is a reason I must go to where we all can sing. The Master calls and I attend. He leads and I must follow. And all the walls I've ever built seem fragile, weak and hollow. They slowly crumble, one by one, my every fear exposed. I will not stumble though, I'm strong... My heart is calm, composed. There is a season coming soon... My hope and joy I'll bring. Faith is the reason, love's the song... I go to praise the King! |
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Hope A new day begins with each rising sun,
A new lease on life 'til each day is done. But life will toss us to and fro, Bring us sorrow, strike it's blow. Then hope is all to which we cling... And hope alone the song we sing! |
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Quilting Day to Day Sometimes simple, sometimes complex, life goes from woof to weave.
Sometimes scrappy, sometimes precise are the patterns we conceive. But when our days pucker and pull and all come apart at the seams, And we don't quite know what happened and don't know what it all means, Just ask the Teacher for His advice and quickly you will find It's all sorted out in perfect order on the tabletop of your mind. Your colors will brighten and always hold true when they shine in His light from above. Your seams will be straight and each block will square when they're all sewn together with love! All poems on this page copyright 1999 by Ruth Y. Nott. |
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