Create your own story with your Glistening smiles Kind words Loving heart Acts of kindness Helping hands Charitable deeds Inspiring ideas Unforgettable imprint Make it a breath-taking story A story that will inspire generations to come
Too soon I realise the dreamlike nature Of my steps on native soil The horror of my nightmares a reality For those in foreign lands Where once, they said, a saviour was born;
And I sing about this time of year When others sing of £1.20 wrapping paper And candy-cane romance - dreams Cost money, but hope costs kindness.
O Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie elei-elei-eleison KYRIE ELEISON. Not on me, O Lord, For my petty problems, as much as they Seep into my sleep in panic And place vices on my heart - Mine are but the troubles of the Modern Man, The one still responsible for ancient evil, Who used Thy Son's words but when it suited Him, The self-interested, but not self-examining, Man, Who cuts down Thy trees To pay tuppence To the man working 16 hours a day To make £1.20 wrapping paper -
And a sticker To go on a document That lets me fly Where I choose.
may the day dawn when the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradles your hands, invoking memories of the laughter we once shared. and in that moment, my deepest wish is for your heart to overflow with pure contentment, untainted by shadows of the past. may the scars of your inner child find solace, no longer tethered to the lingering pain of darkness.
as you awaken each morning, may you draw back the curtain, inviting the sun's rays to dance within your room, illuminating your soul with a profound happiness that resonates through the echoes of your being. may the purity of your intentions radiate, touching the hearts of those around you, who come to know and love you for the genuine beauty that resides within.
wherever and whatever that may be, may you always find peace and comfort
Such a violent world we live in Hard to know just what to do For example both my mom and dad Have slapped and spanked me too But nowadays some choose a path That may seem rather odd To discipline with words instead Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..." What does the Bible mean? In carrying out that principle Some have gone to the extreme The rod of discipline should be To train towards peace and love True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like The rod of a caring shepherd Who wields his rod in a loving way For the sheep by him are treasured The best example is God Himself Before whom we sin each day Does he beat us with a rod of pain? No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges Some of those that He holds dear Even then 'tis done in a loving way Leaving naught for us to fear Yes, nowadays some choose a path That may seem rather odd To discipline with words instead, Like the discipline from God
Mesmerize Her Mind and Her Heart, will enchant your Soul. Share Her, all your Sorrows and Her Kindness, will Delight your Heart. Treasure all Her Dreams and She will Cherish, all your Values. Quell, all Her Fears and She will, elevate your Spirits. Memorize Her Wounds and She will erase, all your Scars.