I will smile again
Though tears flow from these eyes
I will smile again
And trust tomorrow the sun shall rise
Though darkness may enfold me
Though heavy rain can’t help but pour
Though shattered, lost and broken
Though heart could barely bear it all
When you’re hurt, know that darkness is passing. You WILL SMILE AGAIN!
Goodnight my dear
I’m glad I have you near
For the many things you’ve brought me
There’s nothing I shall fear
Goodnight my dear
Let my songs wipe your tears
We’ve certainly got each other
And we always shall through the years
Goodnight my dear
Let my prayer bring you cheer
The moon is bright and the stars are shining
And they bless us always here 🙂
Pain and pleasure, both seem to tempt us
distracting us from our true and lasting joys.
Pleasure alone, brought by the senses
cannot make us truly happy.
They accompany us for a while,
but are soon forgotten
and we weep not for loss of their memory.
Pain on the other hand inflicts our soul
and we cry out for justice,
we seek for God’s goodness.
What makes us happy then
if not the passions of our flesh?
It is the thought we render
upon whatever sensations that come our way,
the light by which our souls perceive true beauty,
by which love is revealed unto us,
changing us,
etching eternity unto our hearts.
It is thus that pain and pleasure become meaningful
even to be vehicles of good
It is thus when pain
reminds us
of the frailty of our pleasures
and how we should seek the things
that will truly last.
It is thus when the pleasure
of seeing a beautiful rose
sinks deep into our soul,
for then a rose is no longer just a rose,
but a gift most warmly and generously given,
always to remind us
how sweetly
and how strongly
we have been loved.
How do you wash your soul clean
at the end of each day?
First, you rest unto the strong arms of Jesus
you gaze upon his kind and shining face
Then you take his gentle hand
and you allow His peace to flood over you
like a soft cool breeze that touches your heart
And you cry your pain away
and you cry your anger away
and you rest your worries and your anxieties
and you believe that things will be okey
and things will be okey
because love will shine thru once more
because your desires will be crystal clear
because you know what really matters
and there is nothing you can do
to take you away
from the One that matters the most to you
Where the Sidewalk Ends (by Shel Silverstein)
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.