Showing posts with label lyrics and poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics and poems. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Little Houses ... by Doug Stone

A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right.

Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.



one of my favourites ... and so fitting in my life!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Remembering

Remembering a precious unborn life lost January 22, 2010.

your precious heart no longer beats;
your eyes, forever closed.
never will I kiss your cheek;
your tiny hand, I'll never hold.

I don't pretend to understand
the meaning in God's ways.
forever will I treasure you,
and in my heart, you'll always stay.


Love, Gramma Chelle

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Beautiful Lyrics

You Heal Me
by The Wilkinsons

It’d be the height of understatement,
If I told you
this was all just luck.
Be the biggest lie I ever said,
If I told you
My world was full enough.
I was less then I am,
Lost and confused
Till you stumbled cross me and I fell into you

And you reveal me, for who I am inside
You conceal me, when I need a place to hide
When I'm broken
When I'm bruised
When my soul is black and blue
You pour out sweet love on me
And you heal me

It scares me when I think of all the times
I could have given in
You raise me up with just one touch
And set me back on my feet again
When the weight of this world starts dragging me down
One touch of your lips and it brings me around

And you reveal me, for who I am inside
You conceal me, when I need a place to hide
When I'm broken
When I'm bruised
When my soul is black and blue
You pour out sweet love on me
And you heal me You heal me

Oh oh

When I'm broken
When I'm bruised
When my soul is black and blue
You pour out sweet love on me
And you heal me
Yes you heal me

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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Finally at Peace

Grampa passed away today.

He had been sick for a long time. Too long. Forgive me, but I do not understand the concept of suffering. Why pain? Why prolonged?

It got to the point, as it did with Donna, when I started to pray for the end. With no chance of recovery, it is horrible to watch someone you love suffer in pain. Even praying for it, the end is something you can never fully prepare for. No matter how much you think you're ready .... you're just not.

I was honoured and privileged to have spent a lot of time with him after he was transferred to Scarborough. I am ashamed for not have taken the same time for him years ago.

Grampa, you were an amazing man. Strong. Proud. Funny. You raised a great family, and I'm proud to be a part of it. You will forever live on in the hearts and memories of the kids and I. We will truly miss you. Blessings to you Grampa, for the man that you were and the life that you shared. We love you.

Let memories surround you
A word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture
A time, an hour, a day
That brings me back as clearly
As though I am still here
And fills you with the feelings
That I am always near
For if you keep those moments
We’ll never be apart
And I will live forever
Locked safe within your heart.
(author unknown)

Friday, February 2, 2007

Believe .... By Wish Belkin, © 2002

Believe in rewards that await you,
believe in the harvest in store.
Believe that the spring will awaken,
believe you'll be sowing once more.
Believe that there's a tomorrow,
where no one cares if you can't dance.
Believe in the future's promise,
each new day brings a new chance.
Believe you can make you goals happen,
they're just dreams with a deadline attached.
Believe that you have the power,
believe that you're more than a match.
Believe in a shared existence,
you're not alone this is true.
Believe that right now there is someone,
who believes in the wonder that's you.