Friendship
Author: Helen Steiner Rice
Life is a
garden,
Good friends are the flowers,
And time spent together,
Life's happiest hours;
And friendship like flowers,
Blooms ever more fair
When carefully tended
By dear friends who care;
And life's lovely garden
Would be sweeter by far
If all who passed through it
Were as nice as you are.
God knows no
strangers, He loves us all,
The poor, the rich, the great, the small ...
He is a friend
who is always there
To share our troubles and lessen our care ...
No one is a
stranger in God's sight,
for God is love and in His light
May we, too, try in our small way
To make new friends from day to day ...
So pass no
stranger with an unseeing eye,
For God may be sending a new friend by.
I've never seen
God
but I know how I feel,
It's people like you
who make Him so real ...
It seems that I
pass Him
so often each day
In the faces of people
I meet on my way ...
He's the stars
in the heaven,
a smile on some face,
A leaf on a tree
or a rose in a vase ...
He's winter and
autumn
and summer and spring ...
In short, God is every
real, wonderful thing ...
I wish I might
meet Him
much more than I do,
I would if there were
More people like you.
It's not the
things that can be bought
that are life's richest treasure,
It's just the little heart gifts
that money cannot measure ...
A cheerful
smile, a friendly word,
a sympathetic nod
Are priceless little treasures
from the storehouse of our God ...
They are the
things that can't be bought
with silver or with gold,
For thoughtfulness and kindness
and love are never sold ...
They are the
priceless things in life
for which no one can pay,
And the giver finds rich recompense
in giving them away.
Wings Of A Prayer
( Helen Steiner
Rice )
Just close your eyes
and open your heart
And feel your worries
and cares depart...
Just yield yourself
to the Father above
And let Him hold you
secure in His love,
For He hears every prayer
and answers each one
When we pray in His name,
"Thy will be done" --
And the burdens that seemed
too heavy to bear
are lifted away
on the wings of prayer
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