My Little Source of Joy
My Little Source of JoyThe Sun rises and the Moon blooms,Flowers dance and celebrate for me,Day comes and goes,Night is ever peaceful,It is soothing always like musicwhen air blows a
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My Little Source of JoyThe Sun rises and the Moon blooms,Flowers dance and celebrate for me,Day comes and goes,Night is ever peaceful,It is soothing always like musicwhen air blows a
animal joyfreedom fromall guiltsAuthor: john tiong chunghoo
Certain people are really a joy to knowWhose presence makes you feel away from foesWhere only thing in their presence be feltIs over whelmed love and kindness beltThese people can also be called
Joygets a bad pressfrom poets and divines –it’s fleeting, can’t be trusted, bringsa downside; better far they sayis bliss: quiet, indifferent, that is, beyond all differencesthat sadd
I see youcoming through these fields of joythrough the blaze of wheatlost inthis shimmering heathazewith & withoutformnow a scarlet dressnow nothing but a flameburningin the distancemy he
She gave to all, with caring handsand warmth of heart.They called her, with a hint of praise'our volunteer'.Her man of fifty yearsthought of himselfas flabbergast, the very thought of clubs
Joy callsShe needs help she pleadsAnd I answerWhere and whenI do not bother About whyI could be unethicalFor my left handMust learn to giveWithout my right Hand knowingAnd Hope comes next
Oh how I enjoyed so very muchFishing off a bridge Or perhaps ‘long side the roadOr from up on a slight ridgeI remember many years agoOn the first day of the seasonGoing out before daylight G
A day of joy and a day of funA playful day under the shining sunIs what I really wish for youWith tons of joy all honest and trueDear friend i wish may with God's loveYour whole life be decorat
THE INNER JOY The inner joy writing the poetry brings may be the only real thing.Author: Shalom Freedman
The clouds are a skimmingOver the tops of the trees.The birds are all chirpingAnnouncing a dawn symphony.The world is a turningIn a heaven that’s spinning.The traffic is movingIn a flow thatâ
The greatest joy on earth is our children; To see them born healthy and grow up well; To see them acquire God's precious ken, That guides them to Heaven, avoiding hell.What joy it is to see them