The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud; Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud. But no amount of wishing will make them open up, Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.
I do always remember Him— At work and play, home and gym I do always remember Him— Deliberate, consistent, not on a whim I do always remember Him— Now and still when eyes grow dim I do always remember Him— My heart, all pride, I strive to trim I do always remember Him!
There’s a tale of a mother who lived in a shoe, When faced with a challenge knew not what to do. So the family had dinner without any bread— Then she spanked all her children and sent them to bed! Why we rehearse this nobody knows, So let’s faithen the story and see how it goes. . . .
As you walk the lonely road. . . Mile after mile Without expected blessing, This may be your trial. But if you’ve done what you can And still must wait awhile; Don’t give up my faithful friend— Delay is not denial.
Another night, another week, Dark and gray and even bleak With snow and ice and bitter cold, As Summer’s sun and warmth is sold For Winter’s windy, chilly blast, That seems to last. . . And last and last.
When life gets hard and trying and difficult to take And leaves you lying in the night—worried, wide awake, May you find some peace in knowing this is not unique to you— For God will try every heart to test which ones are true.