The Miracle of Friendship


There is a Miracle called Friendship
That dwells within the heart
And you don't know how it happens
Or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
Always gives a special lift
And you realize that
Friendship
Is God's most precious gift.



Where the Sidewalk Ends


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
The place where the sidewalk ends.


The Eye of My Eye


By whose touch does the lily smile
And open its beauty - bud?
Whose moonlit beauty
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye;
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, then why do I not see Him
His face of transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams?


Nature


Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
Nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
Nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
Nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.

Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
Nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
Nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
Nature is a tidal wave, washing everything ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.



~Amanda

Amandapink30 said on 30th April 2015 08:15 PM:
The Miracle of Friendship


There is a Miracle called Friendship
That dwells within the heart
And you don't know how it happens
Or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
Always gives a special lift
And you realize that
Friendship
Is God's most precious gift.



Where the Sidewalk Ends


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
The place where the sidewalk ends.


The Eye of My Eye


By whose touch does the lily smile
And open its beauty - bud?
Whose moonlit beauty
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye;
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, then why do I not see Him
His face of transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams?


Nature


Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
Nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
Nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
Nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.

Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
Nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
Nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
Nature is a tidal wave, washing everything ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.



~Amanda


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Lloyd said on 30th April 2015 08:18 PM:
Amandapink30 said on 30th April 2015 08:15 PM:
The Miracle of Friendship


There is a Miracle called Friendship
That dwells within the heart
And you don't know how it happens
Or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
Always gives a special lift
And you realize that
Friendship
Is God's most precious gift.



Where the Sidewalk Ends


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
The place where the sidewalk ends.


The Eye of My Eye


By whose touch does the lily smile
And open its beauty - bud?
Whose moonlit beauty
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye;
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, then why do I not see Him
His face of transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams?


Nature


Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
Nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
Nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
Nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.

Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
Nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
Nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
Nature is a tidal wave, washing everything ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.



~Amanda


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What reward?

~Amanda