Running through fields of laughter Enjoying its freshness… Soaring the heights of laughter Seeking its horizon… Smelling the flavour of laughter Tasting its succulence… Hearing
In the darkness of the ark When the grey obscurity envelops all The clear light will suddenly appear Dispelling all the voices of evil In
In the stillness of the evening Straining to hear His quiet voice I hear only the still silence The silence of my confining circumstances In
Thanksgiving, a time to remember… Remembering His firm faithfulness Amidst this worldly indifference Remembering His caring compassion Amidst this incessant insincerity Yuletide, a time to
I had a small cat A Siamese one at that “China” was his given name But none called him that” Puss-Puss” my father continually claimed
A heart that doesn’t count the cost Nor takes into account the sacrifice involved A heart that honours his high calling To pour himself out
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