“A Woods of Our Own”
Our decade’s treasure trove increased, So we could buy some land, Oh, let it have a tree or two, To grace the house we’d planned.
A lengthy search produced a grove, Of tall cathedral towers, More trees and thickets everywhere, Could these stately woods be ours?
There were tulip poplars, mighty oaks, And dogwood in profusion, Enrobed in green-tipped, shadowed lace, They welcomed our intrusion.
The ebb and flow of curving limbs, Wove their wooden, tendriled sprays, Through arches lattice-like in space, In a cool and silent maze.
When trails touched our cherished hearth, Root strength in marked degree, Came from the tranquil toughness, We found growing in our family tree.
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“My Home”
I found a very lovely home, Yet strange it is indeed, For though it has no walls or room, It fulfills my deepest need;
It knows no single limit bound, By ceiling or by floor, Yet rambles on for many a mile, No queen could ask for more;
It guards me from the world outside, Still brings the whole world in, And imparts a special inner sight, To love each Godly thing;
My home is restful, warm, and strong, Gentle laughter all around, No need for surging, troubled fears, Within, it tempers all my cares.
My home is not an idle dream, That never could come true, For dearest darling of my heart, My lovely home is YOU!
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“Spiritual Millionaire”
I became a millionaire today. You say that cannot be. But I can prove my riches, They dwell inside of me.
Though the future looms in shadow, My wealth could greater grow, For a storehouse of the spirit Will reap what I can sow.
Inside are heaped the blessings My God has shared with me. I pray to be most worthy Of this richest trust for Thee.
The world is mine for keeping From each morn till closing night, Then I gather up my harvest To place in tomorrow’s light.
If all the seeming paupers Would look within they’d see Their mounting, unclaimed blessings, Then all millionaires we’d be.
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