The Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
The season coming the Advent upon us filling our hearts with the joy of Your love Renewed hope brimming in ...
Sowing the seeds we are given the gifts shared with us to be used with abandon sowing God's seeds of ...
Not for a select few only for those who love you the master's teaching radical love for all our neighbors ...
Our message, God's call for all humanity as Paul might say, All Y'All come because he loves you offering himself ...
Prophesy! Prophesy! they shouted for the Lord to speak from the cross to change his fate, to bring the kingdom ...
Here, right where I live where I work, where I toil, where we worship, where my wife, my girls are ...
In the act of meeting, In Congress, a body politic; but unlike a select few, direct democracy people showing up, ...
Among the select standing on the mountain beside the Christ, in shimmering white, as the cloud descended over us A ...
Unlike the shepherds, on a nearby hillside, watching their sheep. Not called by a choir of angels, a chorus of ...
The story of Christmas trying to turn the world right side up, to turn from the power of might to ...
Slaves, guests of the king guests at the royal banquet the wedding feast of the son Our names not found ...
All, yes all, to be included to share in the one blessing, salvation not a select few, a people separate ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
The Judge is like the Owl -- I've heard my Father tell -- And Owls do build in Oaks -- ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- Entitled "Memory" -- Select a reverential Broom -- And do it silently. 'Twill ...
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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