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Seasons of Love
Thank you for a season of love
Of joy and happiness from above
Of peace and laughter in my soul
And brought to me by your tenderness
Thank you for a season of peace
Of calmness, quietness and ease
That takes away my tears and fears
All brought to me by your gentleness
Thank you for a season of strength
A foundation that can’t be rent
An inner power that I can send
O, brought to me by your yieldedness
Thank you for a season of hope
Of faith, that matches all my dreams
And confidence where once I groped
Brought to me by your bounteousness
Thank you for a season of smiles
The rainbow you’ve placed in my skies
Of songs and laughter, joyous cries
All brought to me by your genuineness
Thank you for a season of light
That makes my dreams so clear, so bright
Makes me bold to stand and fight
It’s brought to me by your faithfulness
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Loving You
Loving you
Means that I give you my heart
My love, my whole self;
You’ll always come first
Before anything else
Loving you
Means that I give you my faith
My trust, my confidence;
I promise to always be true
To be loyal, to be honest
Loving you
Means you’re a part of my life,
My dreams, my future;
You are a part of me
Now and forever
A Part Of My Heart
I’ve made many wishes,
I’ve dreamt many dreams,
I’ve prayed many prayers,
I’ve talked to God,
And I’ve seen,
What I thought was love,
Come and go.
My hearts been broken,
More times than you know,
But I’ve kept the faith,
I’ve held on,
I believed that one day,
You would come along;
My most perfect love,
The beginning of a fairytale,
That will live on and on.
You my love, will always be,
A part of my heart;
A part of me.
God the Artist
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar.
How did you think of a clean brown pool
Where flecks of shadows are?
God, when you thought of a cobweb,
How did you think of dew?
How did you know a spider's house
Had shingles bright and new?
How did you know the human folk
Would love them like they do?
God, when you patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did you know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did you think of a bubbling throat
And a darling speckled wing?
God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did you know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?
Why did you mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did you know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did you weave the velvet disk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
Someday you'll cry for me, like I cried for you,
Someday you'll miss me, like I missed you,
Someday you'll need me, like I needed you,
Someday you'll love me, but I won't love you.
Someday you'll miss me, like I missed you,
Someday you'll need me, like I needed you,
Someday you'll love me, but I won't love you.
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