Let my heart open and close like a rose,
Breathing in your love and letting it go.
Let it be a vessel of your grace,
A home for your spirit to dwell in.

Let my heart be open to all,
But closed to those who would bring it harm.
Let it be a sanctuary of peace,
A place where all are welcome.

Let my heart be a source of joy,
A fountain of laughter and love.
Let it be a beacon of hope,
A light in the darkness.

Let my heart open and close like a rose,
A symbol of my love for you.

Priests are men inside their robes
Whose words can soothe or scold,
Whose hands can bless or curse,
Whose touch can heal or scold?

They speak of God and heaven,
Of sin and hell and death,
Of love and hope and charity,
Of faith and trust and breath.

But they are just men inside their robes,
With all the same frailties and flaws
That we all have.

They make mistakes,
They sin,
They hurt others,
They get angry,
They cry.

But they are also capable of great love,
Of great compassion,
Of great wisdom,
Of great courage.

So when you see a priest,
Remember that he is just a man,
With all the same frailties and flaws
That we all have.

But also remember that he is a man who has chosen
To dedicate his life to God,
To help others,
To make the world a better place.

So give him the benefit of the doubt,
And try to see the good in him,
Even when he makes mistakes.

Because at the end of the day,
He is just a man inside his robes,
Trying to do his best.

When love is hard to breathe,
I close my eyes and dream of you.
The world around me fades away,
And all I see is you.

I can feel your breath on my skin,
And your lips on mine.
Your touch is like fire,
And I'm burning with desire.

I want to be closer to you,
But I can't seem to get enough.
You fill my heart with so much joy,
But it's also hard to breathe.

I don't know what I would do without you,
You're my everything.
I love you more than words can say,
And I'll never stop loving you.

So when love is hard to breathe,
I'll just close my eyes and dream of you.
Because in my dreams, there's no distance between us,
And I can breathe again.

Oh, love I know she will,
Come back to me,
As sure as the sun will rise,
And the moon will set.

She is my everything,
My light in the darkness,
My hope in the despair,
My reason for being.

I cannot live without her,
I cannot breathe without her,
I cannot imagine my life without her,
She is my everything.

So oh love I know she will,
Come back to me,
As sure as the sun will rise,
And the moon will set.

I will wait for her,
I will wait forever,
I will never give up hope,
That she will come back to me.
and that, I know she will

He shall put his light in every storm,
That breaks upon thy way,
And make the darkness bright with form,
And gild the clouds with day.

He shall put his peace in every pain,
That brings thy heart distress,
And make the sorrow bright with gain,
And gild the darkness bless.

He shall put his strength in every fear,
That shakes thy soul with dread,
And make the weakness strong with cheer,
And gild the shadows red.

He shall put his love in every heart,
That feels the touch of care,
And make the darkness bright with art,
And gild the clouds with prayer.

He shall put his joy in every life,
That feels the touch of pain,
And make the darkness bright with strife,
And gild the clouds again.
Thus
To every part of this sweet earth
Spread His mercy and love
And
Be glad in it

hey, everybody, this is old Billy Bob, here
over there in those cute Billy Jeans
well, I just woke up this morning
and looked up toward the sky-blue mirror
meanwhile, down the road,
I see an image of an old gray-haired Billy goat
just chewing on some maple oats and hay
looked like he was chewing on some cherry tobacco
I got a little bit closer for inspection and
watch Mr. Goat spite some cherry tobacco in a tin can
and right about then, I was kicked in the rear end
while some people would say - I was kicked in the tailpipe.
Unfortunately, I was kicked by some crazy *******
down yonder, from Tupelo, county, Mississippi
you know what
I should've never looked
at myself in that ****
crazy *** sky mirror this morning
you know what - chicken ****
hey, I just got hog-******* again
Dag Nabit...shucks!
give everybody a big hug
thank you...very much!

When the jealous mirror has eyes,
Reflections become more than guise,
It gazes deep into the soul's abyss,
Unmasking the truth, a tale amiss.

Its eyes, like sapphires, cold and bright,
Expose the layers hidden from sight,
In its silver depths, secrets reside,
As the jealous mirror becomes our guide.

It reflects the doubts that silently creep in,
And the scars that within us keep,
With every glance, it seeks to unveil,
The stories that our faces might entail.

When the jealous mirror has eyes that see,
It perceives beyond the surface, wild and free,
It reveals the hopes that ignite the heart,
And the fears that tear our dreams apart.

With honesty's touch, it shows what's true,
The battles we fight, the skies so blue,
The jealous mirror, a friend and foe,
It mirrors our journey, highs and lows.

When the jealous mirror has eyes that gleam,
It captures more than what might seem,
In its gaze, we confront what's real,
As it reflects the emotions that we conceal.

So let the jealous mirror bear witness with grace,
To the myriad expressions on life's face,
In its eyes, find a mirror of the soul,
Reflecting the fragments that make us whole.