When you refuses to give up on who is not perfect, pretending the person is the best, that is when love exists When you refuses to give up on your dreams and goals even though you have mountains ahead

Life apprears to be like that at times Even when you know you have to let go You'll still feel like not to cross a line My Angel My Light You are the apple of my eye As you grew so did my pride My daughter

When man’s heart was growing weary And his feet had gone astray, And his God seemed high in heaven, Very far away; Then there came from heaven, the saviour To whom shepherds bowed the knee, And the wise

When the morning stars were singing And the world was newly born, And all life was, filled with music, Music of the morn, There was One above the splendour Who commanded it to be; And in all the heav’nly

My Saviour suffered on the tree, Glory to the bleeding Lamb; O come and praise the Lord with me! Glory to the bleeding Lamb. The Lamb, the lamb, the bleeding lamb, I love the sound of Jesus’ name; It sets

To Thee all holy angels sing, The seraph and the cherub throng. Worship the everlasting King, In notes of unexpiring song; Before Thy throne their anthem raise, And fill the heavens with their praise.

The God of patriarchs who face Thy throne while round the seers stand, Oh, how they magnify Thy grace, Delight to go at Thy command: The prophets and the saintly throng Extol Thy name with heavenly song.

O Bringer of salvation, Who wondrously hast wrought, Thyself the revelation Of love beyond our thought, We worship Thee, we bless Thee, To Thee alone we sing; We praise Thee, and confess Thee Our gracious

Running ahead with gladness Eager to show the way Suddenly everyone’s turned about No longer hearing even my shout I’ve lost my other Nowhere in sight I’ve killed my brother There’s nothing left to fight

I was climbing up life's hill On a steep and crooked track, But for every two steps taken It seemed three I would slip back. I tried to hang on with my hands And dug my heels in too; But in the end I'd

To be spiritual certainly is to be appreciative of a God-given talent, to use that talent for good, and to hone that talent to the highest. To be spiritual, certainly, is to be humbled by one’s fortunes

When disappointment becomes depressive settle Adapting to sacrifice’s suicidal kettle Blame ruthlessly shaming to help the killing Of our particular recalcitrant willing. Slapping the face of future setbacks

As children we’re experts at doing without Relinquishing even life without a shout If death is all we’re allowed to be about By those who tended the garden of We-eden image credit Where we were bred, fed

A day will come when your days will be unbearably too long, Your night will be too quiet, And the floor will feel too cold on your skin, And you won’t have any other choice but to pick yourself up, Kick