Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
Splashes of gold on the pure white wings
as the heavenly blessings from above,
Glorious songs of silence on divine strings
sharing the unfailing love.
Sun caresses the tired feathers,
filling them with new powers,
Circles of unknown desires surround her beauty,
as she waits for the last hours.
The eager eyes scout the horizon
with a noticeable hope for life,
Her mysterious shadow makes the waters quake,
Her many secret longings stay alive,
The dusk is coming on the tranquil lake.
From Your serene glories, please do send,
Your Love to carol me, again,
Your Amazing Grace that has no end,
Your divine powers that sustain.
With heavenly blessings, snow on me,
Caresses me with a gentle breeze,
Give me Your strength to overcome the stormy sea,
And put in me The Resurrection, please.
Over my weary soul sift flakes of mercy,
and sprinkle white flowers on my path,
Whisper tenderly to me; you are worthy,
You are no more under my wrath.
Carry me in Your arms and make me glow,
Make my words pleasant and mild,
Make me white like the whitest snow,
Let all see that I am Your Child.
And, God, I wish for one more thing, today,
Until You come or as long as I live,
Make me a star on this world's skies, I pray,
A sign to always shine... always believe.
Of all the blooms that herald spring's return,
The crocus reigns supreme, a regal sight,
As if the earth has shed its wintry stern,
Its vibrant hues a welcome, bold, and bright.
The petals, delicate as morning dew,
Unfurl like silken ribbons in the breeze,
Bring hope and joy to all that's come anew,
And dance upon the meadow with such ease.
Like tiny cups of hope, they dot the land,
A promise of the life that's yet to come,
And when the snow has melted, they expand,
A symphony of color, one by one.
So let us savor every crocus bloom,
As spring returns and banishes the gloom.
you stole my heart, and I don't want it back
Earthquakes strike, causing pain and fright,
Buildings shake, bringing death to life,
Hopes have been lost in the sad night,
Uncertain time, a time of strife.
The dreams crumble, homes are destroyed,
Many mourn for what they have lost,
Families grieve for what once joyed,
Memories shattered, future tossed.
Through the ruins, a ray of hope,
-The past can never be regained-
People rise, determined to cope,
Life's Spirit is never contained.
Life goes on with sadness and tears,
Brik-by-brick rebuilding begins,
We won't forget throughout the years,
With true love, humanity wins.
So let us stand in unity,
And never forget the lives lost,
Let's all pray in humility,
For those who bear this immense cost.
We are a vapor, like a dew,
A shadow at the break of dawn,
Tomorrow could be me or... you,
Today alive, tomorrow... gone.
In the middle of the night, a corner of a star
tenderly strikes the hourglass of time,
The rays of a sunrise, a new sunrise,
descend joyfully to the tired earth.
Bright arrows of love
from the burning heart of God,
gush through the stars
towards the deserted and frozen clay at night.
It is winter in us,
and it is cold even though Christ is Risen.
An old year sets again,
What a mystery!
How many more flowers will rise again in us,
and how many more tears will flow among the rains?
The hourglass has turned.
The sand flows fast,
much faster than in the past springs,
and our longings seem to have multiplied.
It's so late, and You still haven't come!
I gather the light from the morning dew,
in my bare fists.
I like to keep every drop.
From my burned lips by so much life, fly
flocks of psalms and songs,
and a hot tear discretely kissed my face.
The hourglass has turned.
The sand flows fast,
much faster than in the past springs.
An old year sets again,
What a mystery!
At midnight the bells ring,
and I silently dream of heaven.
As the bow dances gently on the strings,
a great Hallelujah is being born,
Sublime whispers land on the angels' wings,
far away, softly cries the old brass horn.
Many unseen choirs sing a song of praise,
A thankful heart is writing a poem,
God smiles from heaven through the warm sun rays,
I smile back, so happy that I know Him.
Amazing Grace resounds in the valley,
Never-ending echo of His blessings,
His Song I forever proudly carry,
The Song of Love on my violin strings.
I'll raise a Hallelujah every day,
as long as I will live and I can pray.
A true symbol today has died;
symbol of force, endurance, and grace,
symbol of humble pride.
Today, The Queen has left this place.
A beacon of light,
guiding so many with modesty,
has finished her earthly fight.
Rest in peace, Farewell, Your Majesty!
My faithful mercies never cease,
Like an eternal fire burning,
That brings you life and gives you peace,
My steadfast love renews each morning.
The flame that started grows and grows,
A glowing candle in the night,
The holy fire endlessly flows,
Amazing Grace, Salvation's Light.
My waves of love are without end,
Daily pour blessings on the shores,
Now you're my child, my precious friend,
Now you are mine, and I am yours.
-My love for You I can't describe,
Lord, You are everything to me,
Words are too small to put in rhyme,
All I am is for the love of Thee.
When life's waves of anger hit,
When you're surrounded by mad mock,
Please be patient and don't quit,
I'll be there for you, your rock.
When you'll have no friends, through storms,
When you'll think death is your fate,
I will hold you in my arms,
I will help you navigate.
When you'll want to cry and scream,
If you'll reach the end of the rope,
I will be your living dream,
I'll be there giving you hope.
When the lightning strikes at once,
and fear shudders you with wraith,
When the devil at night hunts,
I will be your shield and faith.
When the drought is too severe,
and you'll dry in heat and pain,
I'll be there following you near,
I will always be your rain.
When your life seems like a ruin,
and you'll think; there is no love,
Trust me; I know what I'm doing,
I'm watching over you from above.
So, go on, a few more steps,
Life is good, and I'm your friend,
Trusting follow in my footsteps,
Victorious, you'll reach the end.
A dark shadow wraps the earth,
springs of tears spring up in the saddened hearts,
never-ending rains of hurt and pain,
the sun fades,
the stars lost their light,
so many questions unanswered,
mourning songs echo the suffering souls,
the silence cries out,
the scream is silent,
parents weep for their children
"refusing to be comforted,
because they are no more",
the angels are sad,
God is crying,
way too early, white roses bloom in heaven,
way, way too early.
Mom is a lullaby on the long nights,
the divine melody of purest love.
Her calm eyes emanate heavenly lights
like all the twinkling shooting stars above.
Mom is an angel who has big powers,
A soothing balm is the touch of her hands,
Her breath is the perfume of spring flowers,
Mom always listens, and she understands.
Each morning Mom is the first friendly smile,
A charming fairy from magical worlds,
She has her beauty and her unique style,
MOM holiest word among all the words.
Happy Mother's Day to all Moms out there,
We thank you for your love and all your care.
My soul trembles at this joyful sound;
"I once was lost, but now I'm found,"
Now my new heart to Yours resembles,
At this joyful sound, my soul trembles.
I was blind, but now I can see,
I was in chains, but now I'm free,
You changed my life, You changed my mind,
Now I can see, but I was blind.
Amazing Grace, a love story song
I sing it louder, very strong,
Until I'll see You face to face,
A love story song, Amazing Grace.
I heard the song; Amazing Grace,
This song resounds deep in my heart
and happy tears pour down my face,
You made me Yours, set me apart.
I was in chains, but now I'm free,
I was a slave to sin and fears,
lost at the bottom of the sea,
You picked me up and whipped my tears.
With You, I'll walk a few more steps,
To know You, God, is grace alone,
I'll put my feet in Your footsteps
until I hear, My Child, come home.
And then I'll sing, Amazing Grace,
With Him at Home, at my New Place.
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