Lonely tears streaming
drown her weariness of life
reaching ever down,
she placed her love like flowers
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If I were a tree what kind would I be?
Would I see more of life
If I felt less strife?
Would my worth grow with time
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Comfort, comfort me Lord Jesus,
Comfort me in my distress
Wake me from this night of slumber
To Your light of peace and rest.
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Among the flowers of beauty bright
Upon leaves of green I sight
Graceful webs of intricate fashion
Of labor and of passion.
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My father's Roger Maris mitt
Was kept in perfect health.
It showed no wrinkles no blemishes
Nor flakes of skin.
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Into a vase I placed twelve roses;
I watered them with my love;
I chased away for at least awhile
The pain that kept her from smiling.
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I saw a twig from beneath the snow
Yet, nothing from this image proved
That life survived or life let go
The will or jewel or soul less moved
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A button, one knows is held tightly by thread
Secured to its post unwavering, it's said
That nothing, no nothing would wrest it apart
Or keep it from its dependable start.
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Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea.
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.
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