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Jean Penner Poems
Stairway to Heaven
Drifting on wings of an agnel, The stairway to Heaven unfolds, The steps leading up to a city, The pathways transparent of gold.
The Circle of Love
The circle of love spins around us, Its pattern of joy never ends, For the beauty of love in a marriage, Is found in the union of friends.
Flowers of God
Softly growing in the garden of life, Are beautiful flowers from God, Lovingly planted inside our hearts, Lining the pathways we trod.
A Garden of Love
Deep in the heart of a country, In the heart of a man, so dear, Dwelled a father who tended a garden, Where love grew through the years.
The Image of a Friend
As I look through the window of friendship, I see in the gentle wind, The whispered breeze of an angel, It is in the image of 'friend'.
On a wintry night surrounded in peace, Snowflakes tattooing the air, Echoes of grace whisper in joy That God is as near as a prayer.
The Window of Heaven
The window of Heaven is open, The angels can fly to and fro, And those that I love can all gather, And look down at Christmas below.
Butterflies From God
Ssshhh – listen close to the whispers of God, His presence is fluttering near, Like butterflies loosened from heaven, In them His image is clear.
The Whisper of God's Love
Soft, the Whisper of God's love, Was spoken to me through the years, From the gentle rock of a cradle, To the silent wipe of a tear,
The Flowers of Heaven
The flowers in Heaven are blooming, Their love encircles the door, For the gateway to Easter is open, -Someone has been there before!
This Year at Christmas
This year at Christmas, I'll wander, To a snowy, glistening place, Where God watches warm through the window, Blessing my life with His grace.
Little Lady Bug
A tiny little Lady Bug, Once lived across the sea, And every day she asked the Lord, 'Is there a mommy yet for me? '
Looking For Christmas
Gently an ember drifts from a fire, Blown by the wind o’er the land, Like the answers we seek, When at Christmas we peek,
The Bells of Christmas
Hear the bells of Christmas, They are softly ringing clear, Echoing the love of God, Whose grace is always near.
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Stairway to Heaven
Drifting on wings of an agnel,
The stairway to Heaven unfolds,
The steps leading up to a city,
The pathways transparent of gold.
At the base of the ascending staircase,
A lamb sits soft at the door,
Surrounded by lilies and lions,
Grace has transcended the roars.
The Lamb offers peace in His presence,
Your fears He'll caress like a dove,
The soft gentle fleece of His body,
Will cover you up in His love.
Then soft as the wings of an agnel,
He'll carry your cares to the door,
The Lamb knows the steps of the staircase,