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.
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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
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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–
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If only we could know
What thoughts run through the mind
Of those with whom we dwell,
What mysteries we’d find.
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May seem a bit distasteful,
But if it buys a memory
Such spending is not wasteful.
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