Pray for the best, with hope in your heart, A whisper to Heaven, a sacred start. Dreams may soar or paths may stray, But trust in His plan each step of the way.
Expect the least, with humble grace, For life is a journey, not a race. Gratitude blooms where pride recedes, And blessings grow from simple seeds.
Serve the in-between, with love as your guide, For this is where purpose and joy reside. In moments unseen, in acts so small, We find the truth: to serve is all.
So pray, expect, and humbly serve, A life of meaning we all deserve. For in the balance of what may seem, We find God’s love in the in-between.
Jesus is synonymous with Happiness, A light that shines through the dark distress. In every heart where He is near, His love casts out all doubt and fear.
He is the joy that lifts the soul, The healer who makes the broken whole. When burdens press and sorrows stay, He whispers peace and shows the way.
Through every trial, His presence sweet, Turns pain to purpose, defeat to feat. For in His grace, true gladness flows, A boundless love the heart well knows.
Jesus, the name that calms the storm, In every season, His love is warm. Happiness lives where He abides, In Him, eternal joy resides.
In America, the impossible stands, As dreams take flight in determined hands. Where mountains are moved, and rivers are crossed, What once seemed impossible is never lost.
From fields of hope to the stars above, Fueled by courage, faith, and love, We dare to build, to strive, to create, Defying the odds, reshaping fate.
Through trials faced and battles won, We rise again with each new sun. With grit and grace, we pass each test— In America, the impossible is what we do best.
For limits bend to the will to try, And failure fuels the will to fly. Together we march, our hearts possessed, By a vision where the impossible rests.
We stand tall, unwavering, proud, Voices strong, our hearts unbowed. With freedom’s light, we pave the way, Americans bold, come what may.
Our flag flies high, its colors bright, A symbol of courage, justice, and might. Yet in our strength, we humbly see, Our true foundation: divinity.
For we kneel to God and God alone, The cornerstone of the land we own. His guidance leads, His grace sustains, Through every triumph, through every pain.
No throne of man, no worldly creed, Can shape our hearts or meet our need. We stand as one, united and free, But bow to God, our destiny.
Americans strong, with faith in hand, Under His watch, we’ll always stand. With trust in Him, forever known, We kneel to God and God alone.
Ordinary people, humble and true, Rising each day with purpose anew. With steady hands and hearts that sing, They do extraordinary things.
Under the shelter of democracy’s light, They fight for justice, they stand for what’s right. Guided by faith, their courage is broad, Empowered by Our Almighty God.
From fields to cities, from sea to land, They build and heal, they lend a hand. With love as their banner and hope in their stride, They serve the world with God as their guide.
Ordinary lives, yet brightly they shine, Reflecting a power both human and divine. For under His grace, all greatness springs— Ordinary people, doing extraordinary things.
Be still, weary soul, and know He is near, God sees your struggle, your doubt, your fear. He knows you’re tired, He knows your fight, He watches you pressing on through the night.
He sees your heart, the effort you give, The way you endure, the way that you live. Though the future feels hazy, the path unclear, His hand is steady, His love sincere.
Be still and trust, for He has a way, A plan unfolding, though hidden today. He lights your steps, one by one, Guiding you gently until the race is won.
If you’re holding to faith, through trials untold, If you trust in His promise, both new and old, Know this: He’s with you, your hope and guide, In His perfect timing, He’ll provide.
So, be still, beloved, let worry cease, For God’s plan is love, His promise is peace.
At the end of the day, when the sun fades away, What truly remains is the life we portray. It’s not what we bought, the treasures or gold, But the bonds that we built, the stories we told.
It’s not what we got, the things we possess, But what we have shared in times of duress. Not the heights of our skill, our sharpness, or flair, But the strength of our character, the love that we bear.
It’s not in success, the applause or acclaim, But in lives we’ve uplifted, the hearts we’ve inflamed. It’s the difference we make, the lives we improve, The kindness we offer, the hearts that we soothe.
So live a life that matters, a life filled with grace, Let love be the light that time can’t erase. For at the day’s end, when all’s said and done, A life lived in love is a life truly won.
He sits by the court, headphones in place, A young man with no sight, but full of grace. The crowd roars loud, the sneakers squeak, The rhythm of basketball is the language he speaks.
His world isn’t painted in colors or light, For his eyes hold darkness, the absence of sight. But vision? Oh, vision runs wild and free, He sees the game as clearly as you or me.
He hears the dribble, the pass, the shot, Every movement, he knows the plot. Through sound and feel, he builds the frame, And with his words, he brings life to the game.
“The pass is swift, a no-look play! A step-back three—he’s on fire today!” He calls the action, each move, each run, The beauty of basketball, the art, the fun.
For sight may be lost, but vision’s a spark, It lights up the mind when the world feels dark. He doesn’t need eyes to see what’s real, His heart and his mind give him the feel.
Vision is knowing the story you tell, It’s hearing the rhythm and knowing it well. Sight is a gift, but it’s not the only way, To see the game and bring it to play.
So he paints the court with his vibrant words, A commentator whose voice is heard. For though he lacks sight, his vision is clear, And with every call, the crowd draws near.
Strolling down the walk along the barrier, by the sea, Reflections from the wet street cast their glow on me. The colossal coach lights pierce the night’s gentle veil, Guiding our steps along this shimmering trail.
On the other side, red maples weep their leaves, A fiery cascade beneath autumn’s eaves. The mist embraces us, soft and serene, A dreamlike world of golds and greens.
Just me and my honey, lost in the haze, Bound together through the fleeting days. The whispers of waves, the rhythm of time, Eternity captured in this moment sublime.
The pastels of dusk, a canvas divine, Etch their hues in this heart of mine. Forever entwined, like the sea and the sky, Strolling together as the world drifts by.
