Precious memories

Precious memories, unseen angels,

Sent from somewhere to my soul.

How they linger, ever near me,

And the sacred past unfold.

Precious memories, how they linger,

How they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight,

Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,

Know not what the years may hold;

As I ponder, hope grows fonder,

Precious mem'ries flood my soul.

Precious memories, how they linger,

How they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight,

Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

-Precious Memories by J.B.F. Wright

the warrior is a child

Lately, I've been winning battles left and right

but even winners can get wounded in the fight.

People say that I'm amazing,

strong beyond my years,

but they don't see inside of me

I'm hiding all the tears.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.

I drop my sword and cry for just a while,

'cause deep inside this armor

the warrior is a child.

Unafraid because His armor is the best,

but even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.

People say that I'm amazing,

never face retreat,

but they don't see the enemies

that lay me at His feet.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around.

I drop my sword and look up for a smile,

'cause deep inside this armor

the warrior is a child.

//the warrior is a child by twila paris//

precious memories

{chloe and sadie, also known as funnykins and woo-woo}

Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul.
How they linger ever near me,
And the sacred past unfolds.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear.
Old time singing, gladness ringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,
I know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

This is my Father's World

This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears

All nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres.

This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas -

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makers praise.

This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere.

-"This is my Father's World" by Maltbie D. Babcock