| main page | page2 | page3 | page4 | page6 | page7 | page8 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When good friends walk beside us, On the trails that we must keep Our burdens seem less heavy And the hills are not so steep The weary miles pass swiftly Taken in a joyous stride And all the world seems brighter When friends walk by your side |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's hard to smile when you feel lost, It's harder still to laugh. But smiling makes the shadows go, And mirth can smooth your path. So don't give up, keep going on You'll find the right connection. We need to lose our way at times, To choose the best direction |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| They say when friends walk beside us The way is not so sleep, But sometimes friends don't understand The pace they have to keep. They try to do the best they can The best in their own way, And sometimes your not happy In things that they must say. Our friends are just a step away They're always by our side And when you just don't understand Just pace the step you stride. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| In this busy world, I pray, Grant me each and every day Just some moments to be free To sit alone and just be me. As my upward road I climb, Not a lot I ask--just time, So I pray, Lord let me be A little while each day--Just me. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lord let me live from day to day In such a self-forgetful way That even when I kneel to pray My prayers will be for others. Help me in all the work I do To ever be sincere and true And know that all I do for you Must needs be done---for others And when my work on earth is done And my new work in Heaven begun May I forget the crown I've won While thinking still for others. Others Lord yes others Let this my motto be Help me to live for others, That I may live like thee. Chas D May 1846-1920 |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The world is full of music,- the world is full of joy. The lovely sounds of nature that nothing can destroy. The wind that stirs the tall pine trees with sounds like violins, The chorus of awakening birds when morning light begins Symphonic boom of waterfall, a small stream joyful song Church bells across the meadow with a call to evensong A childish voice in wissstful prayer, a mothers tender song. Melodies of this happy world of which we all belong. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||