Topic: The Lily of the Valley | |
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I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me, He’s the fairest
of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay; He tells me every care on Him to roll: He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do His blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear, Then sweeping up to Glory to see His blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll: With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill. He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star, He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. Just wanted to share this song...one of my favorites...WB words: Charles W. Fry music: William S. Hays |
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I am forever searching high and low
but why does everybody tell me no Neptune of the seas/have you an answer for me please but the lily of the valley doesn't know I lie and wait with open eyes I carry on through stormy skies I follow every course/my kingdom for a horse but each time i grow old serpant of the nile,relieve me for a while and cast me from this spell/let me go Messenger from seven seas has flown to tell the king of rhye he's lost his throne wars will never cease/have you an answer for me please but the lily of the valley doesn't grow It's one of my favorite songs/it was written by Freddie Mercury from the 1974 album by Queen "Sheer Heart Attack" |
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i like flowers.
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awwwww...got tissue?...sniiifff...amen sister of god!
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You know Michael, you come out in the other post about others taking you
down for questions you ask or the way you feel you don't think its right for others to smear your name yet you still keep coming back an stirring this pot of beans up if you want others to treat you like a decent human being then you should practice those words yourself and back off as you promised you would unless your promises are no good to start with. |
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whoa there txs,,,was only saying that I liked this poem,as I too believe
in GOD. |
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Well Michael, if that is all it was and not a sarcastic comment as I
took it then I do apologize for I have also been known to jump the gun with my thoughts and I will try to set it straight if I'm wrong. So sorry if I took it the wrong way. |
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I'm cool "TXS" have not even had any contact with SWEET C.G.
after I said I would just go...but I like a good poem too... |
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Once when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass, feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered what I would become and where I would find myself, and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard my name as if for the first time, heard it the way one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off as though it belonged not to me but to the silence from which it had come and to which it would read this poem and thought I share it with you |
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