When I stop thinking about me, My first thought is You—so pure, so free. The clamor fades, the noise grows still, And I’m drawn again to Your perfect will.
All of my dreams start rising anew, Not built for me—but shaped by You. For when I surrender what I once pursued, You fill me with joy this world never knew.
The love of God revives these bones, Like springtime winds through desert stones. He lifts the weight, He breaks the night, And floods my soul with morning light.
He puts a new song in my heart each day, A melody grace alone could play. So I’ll think less of “me,” and far more of “You”— And that’s where all dreams start coming true.
Psa 40:3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
Heaven’s Hope, God’s Answer “The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow.”
When sorrow wraps its aching thread Around the heart and fills with dread, When tears fall down like silent rain, And prayers rise up through grief and pain
There shines a light not made by sun, A promise sealed by God’s own Son. Beyond the veil, beyond the night, There waits a dawn of endless light.
The hope of Heaven—pure, divine God’s answer through the cross and time. No wound too deep, no loss too wide, That grace won’t reach and love won’t guide.
A place where partings turn to song, Where broken hearts are made strong. Where every tear is wiped away, And sorrow has no place to stay.
So hold on tight when trials rise, Lift up your soul, lift up your eyes. For Heaven waits, and love is near God’s healing hand will dry each tear.
Rev 21:4 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
Now years have drawn like winter’s breath, your hair is touched with snow, But here I am, a shadow still, where only you would know. I do not walk the halls you roam, nor speak in voice or tone, Yet in the quiet of your soul, I never feel alone.
You see me in the amber light, where memories softly glow, In echoes of the love we shared, from long, long years ago. I linger in your laughter’s edge, the stillness in your sigh, A presence felt but never seen, beneath the endless sky.
No need for words, no need for form, no need for me to show— You carry me within your heart, where only you would know. Though time may blur what once was clear and shadows gently grow, Love leaves behind a sacred trace… where only you would know.
They walk among us, quiet and true, No wings to show, no grand to-do. But hearts so wide, and eyes that see The silent cries, the hidden plea.
They go beyond, no need to ask, With willing hands for any task. They notice pain we try to hide, And rush to stand right by our side.
They don’t expect a word of praise, They simply live in selfless ways. A kindness given, pure and free, A light for all the world to see.
They brighten lives with gentle grace, A warm embrace in a crowded place. A lifted weight, a softened tone— Proof we are never quite alone.
And when they act, they plant a seed— Of love, of hope, of every need. For in their deeds, both big and small, They show there’s good still left for all.
Everyday angels, heaven-sent, To mend the world wherever it’s bent. They give us HOPE in what they do A better world… because they choose to.
