STREAMS OF JOY
Joy is not elusive; it is man who is,
Riches comes not on earth's bliss
A gift from above, we true vessels
A gift to share to all whom we love!
Hear a baby born cried of joy anew,
The joy of a mother beyond of view
A father's delight, a child to nourish
Pamper the world; values we missed.
As the child grew not without pains,
Gaze at the sunset colours of hues
Asked, "What a beautiful painting!"
Joy filled her heart as eyes twinkle.
A young maiden with ebony hair---
Wished for the stars in life so bare,
Not without love, dreams of care
Thought the world so kind to dare!
Streams of joy in the garden of days,
Streams of tears at time not of laces
Streams of joy; moments of console
Streams of joy; finding God with you...
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
Joy is not elusive; it is man who is,
Riches comes not on earth's bliss
A gift from above, we true vessels
A gift to share to all whom we love!
Hear a baby born cried of joy anew,
The joy of a mother beyond of view
A father's delight, a child to nourish
Pamper the world; values we missed.
As the child grew not without pains,
Gaze at the sunset colours of hues
Asked, "What a beautiful painting!"
Joy filled her heart as eyes twinkle.
A young maiden with ebony hair---
Wished for the stars in life so bare,
Not without love, dreams of care
Thought the world so kind to dare!
Streams of joy in the garden of days,
Streams of tears at time not of laces
Streams of joy; moments of console
Streams of joy; finding God with you...
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
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