Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love, it is a flower And you, its only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love, in the spring Becomes the rose
Great book, great testimony......
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I like to read period! Novels, romance novels, how to books...I've got many many books on how to clean up the clutter.....I don't especially like to clean up clutter....I just like to read about cleaning up clutter!!! But I especially like to read the Bible. I like making homemade bread. It's a lot of work to make....but I enjoy sharing my LOVE,PEACE, and JOY via the bread with others. The bread that I make is REALLY good (I'll pat myself on the back!!!), but the LOVE, PEACE, and JOY comes from our Savior, Jesus Christ, who gives us the BEST bread....the bread of LIFE!!!!!
The Station By Robert J. Hastings Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waiving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corns and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waiving. Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering--waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. "When we reach the station, that will be it," we cry. "When I'm 18." "When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz!" "When I put the last kid through college." "When I have paid off the mortgage!" "When I get a promotion." "When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!" Sooner of later we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us. "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24 "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today. So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.
That is wonderful!
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