~*My Favorite Poems*~
~ The Rose Still Grows Beyond The Wall ~
Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in Gods' free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier heights,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevices length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light,the dew, the broadening view
were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive;
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.
Author: A. L. Frink
~ My Neighbors Rose's ~
The roses red upon my neighbors vine
are owned by him, but they are also mine.
His was the cost, and his labor, too,
But, mine as well as his the joy,Their loveliness to view.
They Bloom for me, and are for me as fair,
As for the man who gives them all his care.
Thus I am rich, because a good man grew
A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors view.
I know from this that others plant for me,
And what they own, my joy may also be,
So why be selfish, whan so much thats fine,
I grow for you, upon your neighbor's vine.
Author: L. GruBer
~ Broken Dreams ~
As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my Friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can You be so slow"_
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."
Author: Unknown
~ One Little Rose ~
I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choisest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true
Than tears shed round my casket
When this world I've bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a basketful when I'm dead.
Author: Unknown
~ The Human Touch ~
Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand in mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway.
Author: Spencer Michael Free
Title of tune playing is "Memory Of Tree's" originally done by: Enya
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