If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.
If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.
As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.
Did they beget his soul?
If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.
Faith is an adventure it is the courage of the soul to face the unknown. But that courage springs from the hope and confidence of the soul that its adventure will succeed.
Who seeks for Heaven alone to save his soul May keep the path, but will not reach the goal While he who walks in love may wander far, Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.
Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free;
Every deed of love and mercy, done to man is done to Me.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories