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“I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.”

Robert Frost

"Don't let weakness stop you from doing what is right"  Duana 

I am proud to anounce that I have become an AP Aunt to a fine young Christian girl,  Beauty is in heart.    Please check out her poetry! 

There's a lighthouse on the hillside
That overlooks life's sea.
When I'm tossed it sends out a light,
Tis a light that I might see.
And the light that shines in darkness now
Will safely lead us o'er.
If it wasn't for the lighthouse,
My ship would be no more.

And I thank God for the lighthouse,
I owe my life to Him.And from the rocks of sin;
He has shone a light around me
That I could clearly see,
If it wasn't for the lighthouse
Tell me where would this ship be.

Everybody that lives around us
Says tear that lighthouse down.
The big ships don't sail this way anymore,
There's no use of it standing around.
Then my mind goes back to that stormy night,
When just in time I saw the light;
Yes the light from that old lighthouse
That stands up there on the hill.

And I thank God for the lighthouse,
I owe my life to Him.
For Jesus is the lighthouse
And from the rocks of sin;
He has shone a light around me
That I could clearly see,
If it wasn't for the lighthouse
Tell me where would this ship be.

LIGHTHOUSE
by A Cappella Harmony Quartet

"love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual":

The love of God is greater far

Than tongue or pen can ever tell;

It goes beyond the highest star,

And reaches to the lowest hell;

The guilty pair, bowed down with care,

God gave His Son to win;

His erring child He reconciled,

And pardoned from his sin.





O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure

The saints’ and angels’ song.





When years of time shall pass away,

And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,

When men, who here refuse to pray,

On rocks and hills and mountains call,

God’s love so sure, shall still endure,

All measureless and strong;

Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—

The saints’ and angels’ song.





Could we with ink the ocean fill,

And were the skies of parchment made,

Were every stalk on earth a quill,

And every man a scribe by trade,

To write the love of God above,

Would drain the ocean dry.

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,

Though stretched from sky to sky.

Frederick M. Lehman, 1917

Because He Lives
I Can Face Tomorrow
Because He Lives
All Fear Is Gone
Because I Know He Holds The Future
And Life Is Worth The Living
Just Because He Lives

How Sweet To Hold our Newborn Baby,
And Feel The Pride And Joy He Gives;
But Greater Still The Calm Assurance:
We can Face Uncertain Day Because He Lives

And Then One Day I'll Cross The River;
I'll Fight Life's Final War With Pain.
And Then, As Death Gives Way To Vict'ry,
I'll See The Lights Of Glory And I'll Know He Reigns.

Favorite Things:

Color: baby blue

Food: anything and everything as long as it is excellent quality

Animals: goldfish - especially goldeyes

Season: autumn, and winter except when it is bitter cold

Flower: bonzai trees (not really a flower...) and violets

Authors:  Puskin, Robert Frost, Dostoevsky

Music:  old fashioned hymns, classical

Movies: Educating Rita

Heros: God, my mother, my sister and scientists everywhere