God’s beauty, a wonder, a secret never told, vast majestic mountains in its palace of white gold. Oh you people in the valley of the village down below, roam in silence always seeking for the secret never told. The mist that lightly lingers, gently staggers wide white fingers, through a dark collage of mountains laying to rest upon the snow to find the secret never told.
God didn’t give us good memories so we could look back and regret that we can’t go back and relive them. He gave us good memories as a gift so we can look back repeatedly and smile and be glad we had them.
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By countless trees we walk,
Its limbs hold many years, The leaves bend knowing nods, of lifetimes we have shared. My love for you an endless stream, That flows within my heart, To You I give my soul, That we many never part. Through time and space I’ve called to you, The wind it carried my voice, Upon the mountains and hilltops to shout, An echo of love most rejoiced. In dreams we’ve floated upon the sea, And saw a setting sun kneel, How awesome, complete, and whole, For that is how you make me feel. Come soar with me on eagle’s wings, And dance above the clouds, When whipping winds of life o’er take, You catch me when I’m blown down. At night we’ve met upon the shore< And lain on sleepy sand, Our spirits rose and love we’ve made, To the music of nature’s band. Each lifetime blooms from God above, Like every spring His hand creates, How golden and cherished are you, My love, my life, my soulmate. By L. M. Montes
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“Therefore go and make desciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”