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Hope Why so brilliant once, now cloaked so pale The song bird's voice so sad, muted in the misty air. The new-born spring breeze now an angry gale Each maiden's smiling countenance no longer fair. Yet I can hear my heart proclaim each mortal must A captive be until again transform to dust. Then only shall he, and that alone by loving grace, Eternally behold what so longed for, cast his gaze In endless joy, adore, behold his Maker's sacred face.	When Love Triumphs When love triumphs all heaven rejoices. For it manifests God's glory in ever changing splendor. Like the brightest beam of light it dispels all darkness.
My Friend Robby Perpetually content, unknown to him the sorrows that reside In my heart, seasons joyfully for him perpetually the same. Preserved his trusting ways that incessant delights do bring Like my beloved sparrows, his spirit leaps precise the aim. His unpretentious precious gifts, make my heart jump, sing. Unknown to him his path secure, the foe shall never maim. His spirit pure, eternally designed so by the Master's hand And what the Sovereign's gentle heart degrees will always be. No force, our choice it is to choose, no harsh command. My friend Robby, how blessed he, if only I like he could see.	Calcutta Within his view the universe, the world within his hand A flash of lightening in his eyes, made me understand. O little boy who labors so, how cruel the chains confine Ceaseless toil and others take the share which is thine. Too many speak of love, to alien God's they offer all See not the little boy, nor how in pain the child does fall. Breathing his last breath, embracing once the ancient soil So little love, his dreams all gone, yet too, the bitter toil. Up in the sky a new-born star, pure as freshly fallen snow At home at last, all longing gone, upon his face a happy glow.
Feathered Friend Little sparrow in the sun knows not yet to fly, O what wondrous sights await you once you touch the azure sky. Chirping hapily next to your kin shelterd forn all harm In most joyful manner sing, beams of sun-light keep you warm. When at last on wings unfolded ascending up into the air Can you see the Master smiling, He who keeps you in His care. Thank you for your precious gift innocence abound. Once again the Shepherd's touch His splendor I have found.	Renaissance These time-worn paths so well I know Dwellings clad, clay-shingles glow. I too strode through there without fear Timeless friends forever near. The song-bird although no longer there Its kin's song sweetens now the air. Enchanted moments long since gone Echoes linger, gently spawn, Appoint another renaissance, utmost delight. Transform to Spring the Winter night Dazzle dark chambers with their light. The tempest now a most placid breeze, The heart at last serene at peace, Longs no more for the distant star Content with matters as they are. Enticed no more nor be allured, Coherent what was too obscured; By gifts of love at last assured.
Raindrops Raindrops disguised in crystal spheres descend touching the virgin forest. Time-travelers from a wondrous realm. They alter the fragrance of nature Into an intoxicating scent. The dew of life, purified by Sol. Send me a raindrop everyday and I shall treasure them. For they sustain my life.	The Meadow What wondrous creatures do reside Within the meadow's magic sphere; The multi-colored butterfly who glides On velvet wings upon the summer air. Bees searching for the nectar's drink Wild roses in their radiant cloak of pink. Soft-furred hares enjoy he clover's taste, The earthworm wiggles in the fragrant soil Squirrels bushy-tailed display no haste njoying a cone, labor of their ardent toil. Tenderly the field mouse nourishes its young, Robins in joy commence another happy song. What harmony resides in this enchanted place, Evoking memories of a long-gone time so dear. Hearts fill with the most peaceful grace, That lives amongst the happy creatures here.
The Rose I saw a mourning captive rose Within a brilliant crystal sphere. Yearning for the summer's breeze where in repose, Butterflies would gently brush it there. A sky rejoicing when Sol spun a filigree of gold, Descending nocturnal spirits fanning soothing cold. A dying rose fell onto arid ground, Now silence where there was once a velvet sound.	Prince of Peace What gift is this O gentle Shepherd that you to us mere mortals send. A joy so sweet, a mere fragment ignites a flame. Touched, the coldest heart cannot help but to repent Making him who so proudly strides, yearn not to be the same. What heart is this who knows no other manner but to love, Compels the eagle to take flight by means of a most gentle dove. Claim uncreated love all fashioned by your wondrous hands, return Transform the tarnished within the crucible of love's sacred fire. Unveiled Love's countenance infinite splendor into hearts shall burn Until on wings unbound ascends what for too long was captive by desire.

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