I came across this quote in a friend's Facebook post and loved it.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.
May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content with yourself just the way you are.
Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
Being that I like to reference an author when possible, a quick Google search found this version below, attributed to St. Theresa of Lisieu. Choose the version that speaks to your soul. The one that inspires *you*.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
Showing posts with label songs and poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs and poetry. Show all posts
"Mother to Son"
This has become one of my favorite poems. Taken from "The Best-Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis", a book that my mother gave me for my birthday in 2001, I love how this poem comes to life when read aloud.
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
February 27
Thinking about our wedding day in 1998. Warren's sister, Kim, sang Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me" during our ceremony.
He Lives
One of my favorite hymms ~
I serve a risen Saviour,
He's in the world today;
I know that He is living,
Whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy,
I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him
He's always near.
He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me
Along life's narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives:
He lives within my heart.
I serve a risen Saviour,
He's in the world today;
I know that He is living,
Whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy,
I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him
He's always near.
He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me
Along life's narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives:
He lives within my heart.
Heal Me Lord
My son, my friend, my firstborn, and my angel
Thomas Jeffrey Clements
October 23, 1976 - August 21, 2009
Invitacion Fountain
Let all who are weak
All who are weary
Come to the Rock
Come to the Fountain
All who have sailed
On the rivers of heartache
Come to the sea
Come on, be set free!
If You lead me Lord,
I will follow
Where You lead me Lord,
I will Go
Come and heal me Lord,
I will follow
Where You lead me Lord,
I will go
I will go
Let all who are weak
All who are weary
Come to the Rock
Come to the Fountain
Let all who have climbed,
The mountains of heartbreak
Reach to the sky
Come on, and give your life
If You lead me Lord,
I will follow
Where You lead me Lord,
I will Go
Come and heal me Lord,
I will follow
Where You lead me Lord,
I will go
I will go
Heal me.
Heal me.
All who are weak
All who are weary
All who are tired
All who are thirsty
All who have failed
All who are broken
I Love My Baby (My Baby Loves Me)
I sing this version of the 1925 song I Love My Baby (My Baby Loves Me) to my grandchildren and sang it to my boys when they were little. We substitute names for the word baby ♫
I love my baby, and my baby loves me,
There ain't nobody as happy as we;
When we're together, we're great company,
I love my baby, and my baby loves me.
To My Middle Child
For my David. I came across this poem years ago in a Dear Abby column and gave it to him - my own sweet brown-haired child.
My darling, I had presupposed in dreams
your hair would be a brightly polished crown.
Like sunlight spun to gold on mountain streams,
yet soft, beneath my hands, as ciderdown.
Sometimes I fancied you with raven hair,
but when you came, above the nursing gown
there were no tresses black or flaxen-fair
your pixie face was fringed with tufts of brown.
You are my middle love, my brown-haired child.
Not first or last, encircled in my arms.
But child of many moods, like a bracelet styled
enchantingly of most delightful charms.
And so my darling, never, never think
you are less loved; you are our magic link.
-author unknown
My darling, I had presupposed in dreams
your hair would be a brightly polished crown.
Like sunlight spun to gold on mountain streams,
yet soft, beneath my hands, as ciderdown.
Sometimes I fancied you with raven hair,
but when you came, above the nursing gown
there were no tresses black or flaxen-fair
your pixie face was fringed with tufts of brown.
You are my middle love, my brown-haired child.
Not first or last, encircled in my arms.
But child of many moods, like a bracelet styled
enchantingly of most delightful charms.
And so my darling, never, never think
you are less loved; you are our magic link.
-author unknown
