The Size of Your Heart

It isn’t the size of your house so much

That matters so much at all,

It’s the gentle hand, its loving touch,

That maketh it great or small.

The friends who come, in the hour they go,

Who out of your house depart,

Will judge it not by the style you show–

It’s all in the size of your heart.

Love Holds My Cup

I do not know, I cannot know

Why this deep cup of sorrow

Was pressed so hard against my lips;

Perhaps I’ll learn tomorrow.

But if not, someday I’ll know

For mysteries all explained

Faith hears assuring words when not a word is spoken;

Faith sings aloud with joy when every heart is broken;

Faith sees good things to come when not one thing appears;

Faith tells of hopeful dreams when others embrace fears;

Faith smiles when skeptics frown and faith always believes–

If only we could know

What thoughts run through the mind

Of those with whom we dwell,

What mysteries we’d find.

“Extravagant spending

May seem a bit distasteful,

But if it buys a memory

Such spending is not wasteful.