He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.
He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.
Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles... no matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, even in Hitler's time, even in Stalin's time..
She has her gown nicely in place tonight, doesnt she Black velvet and sparkles, not a thread left hanging. Clever girl, this city. Even the sky is her friend
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.
To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
Shed not for her the bitter tear Nor give the heart to vain regret Tis but the casket that lies here The gem that filled it sparkles yet.
The more the diamond is cut the brighter it sparkles; and in what seems hard dealing, there God has no end in view but to perfect His people.
As in nature. and in the arts, so in grace it is rough treatment that gives souls as well as stones, their lustre. The more the diamond is cut the brighter it sparkles, and in what seems hard dealing God has no end in view but to perfect our graces. He sends tribulations, but tells us their purpose, that 'tribulation worketh patience, and patience experience, and experience hope.'
He says his gold medal glows, and his silver medal sparkles.
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
All there is responds to a word of praise. God responds. We respond. Everything responds. The whole world sparkles, quivers, comes alive. Things vibrate and are quickened. We vibrate and are quickened. Heaven and earth are in tune with us, and we are in tune with them. When we give praise, everything wants to give in return.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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