Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In tender moments where its beauty glows.
A gentle touch, a whispered word,
In love's sweet embrace, our hearts are stirred.

The rose, a symbol of love's pure grace,
In its petals, a smile on every face.
But it's love that makes the rose complete,
In the space between, our hearts shall meet.

With every bloom, with every sigh,
Love deepens as the days go by.
In the fragrance of the rose, we find,
A love that's endless, intertwined.

Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In every season, where its beauty shows.
A timeless bond, forever it grows,
In the heart's garden, love eternally flows.

To walk with God again, a sacred desire,
Through life's winding paths, higher and higher.
In His presence, we find solace and grace,
A journey of faith, a divine embrace.

The steps we take, with purpose and trust,
In His guiding light, we're forever just.
To walk with God again, our souls are free,
Bound by love's eternal, timeless decree.

Through valleys low and mountains high,
In His company, we reach for the sky.
With every stride, our spirits ascend,
To walk with God again, our hearts mend.

In the silence of prayer, we find our way,
In His wisdom and love, we choose to stay.
To walk with God again, our souls' refrain,
A journey of love, free from all disdain.

So let us seek His presence, His embrace,
To walk with God again, in His grace.
In His boundless love, we'll always remain,
Forever and ever, to walk with God again.

Oh love I promise you
All the things that we do
All this world indigo, violet, and blue
As I think about you
Where the heart builds a bridge
That young lovers go through
oh love I promise you

Words that grow in the heart, a silent art,
Like seeds planted deep, where emotions start.
With each passing moment, they gather strength,
A symphony of feelings, unspoken at length.

They bloom in the silence, tender and true,
Unveiling their beauty in shades of every hue.
Words that grow in the heart, a quiet refrain,
In the garden of emotions, they dance like the rain.

Some may be joyful, like a morning's first light,
Others may be heavy, like the depths of the night.
They're the language of love, of hope and despair,
Whispered to the soul, with a touch of rare flair.

These words, they mature, as seasons unfold,
In the warmth of affection or the chill of the cold.
They're the essence of life, the soul's work of art,
These words that grow in the heart.

sitting up upon
the
blueberry hill of daffodils
was
the
old jack-o-lantern
if you will
just snickering
inside of his  
tantalizing orange skin
while
he
portrayed a wicked whiskey smile
or
just a tight Cheshire cat grin
and
he would greet you
with
a very low spooky - how do you do?
thus
his wicked
bloodshot eyes
traps you into the evil zone
oh what wicked way
we come
on
this
creepy and spooky Halloween night
while
we
gently
whistled pass all of the graves
upon the hill

Jesus not only loved us,
But he also taught us,
To love one another,
As he loved us.

He taught us to forgive,
Even those who have wronged us,
To turn the other cheek,
And to walk the path of peace.

He taught us to be kind,
To the poor and the needy,
To the stranger and the outcast,
To all of God's children.

He taught us to be humble,
To serve others,
And to put the needs of others before our own.

He taught us to be strong,
To stand up for what we believe in,
Even when it is difficult.

He taught us to be courageous,
To face our fears,
And to never give up on hope.

Jesus taught us many things,
But most importantly,
He taught us how to love.

And if we can learn to love,
We can change the world.
Yet, He loved us thus he taught us

For all of the men who sing out loud,
Whose voices fill the air with joy,
Whose songs are a celebration of life,
I raise a glass and say, "Cheers!"

For all of the men who sing for love,
Whose songs are a testament to the power of the heart,
Whose melodies are a balm for the soul,
I raise a glass and say, "To love!"

For all of the men who sing for peace,
Whose songs are a plea for understanding and compassion,
Whose harmonies are a bridge between cultures,
I raise a glass and say, "To peace!"

For all of the men who sing for hope,
Whose songs are a beacon of light in the darkness,
Whose lyrics are a message of hope and possibility,
I raise a glass and say, "To hope!"

For all of the men who sing out loud,
I raise a glass and say, "Thank you!"
Your voices make the world a better place.