The mountain is majestic,���������������
as it reaches to the sky;
At times it seems to bow its head,
To let the the clouds go by.
The sun in all its glory,
peeks over itsjaded domicile,
and struggle in their nests.
The rippling of the clear cool stream,
Is music to my ears.
Polished by the years.
To those who has trod,
And no other thing can guite compare
To this masterpiece of God.
����������� By:Satinlady
When strawberries flowers in the valley,and the roses all bloom.It is here I recall of us sitting beneath the rose covered arber.We weren't but kids.
You would always pick a rose to give to me,to wear on my pink cotton dress.
We would walk through the feilds with our dollies and gather wild strawberries� so sweet.
who shared in this summertime treat.When strawberries flowered in the valley,and the roses were in full bloom,I remember my childhood days and what I learn over this time in life.
��� by satinlady
Lord,how I need the quite of a summer eve.
When heaven bends low�����������
to catch the tulmult of the teeming hours,
and cups them in the stillness of a placid time.
When birds sing softly and a mass of stars shine forth in peaceful benediction.
By satinlady
AKA Hilda Jackson Butts
It's now one O'clock in the morning,sleep is out of the question.Here I sit at the kitchen table,all is still this early morning.
I prayed you find this peace where you are now,the starsabove are so very bright,how I wish you could see them,but then I remember that you are smiling down on me.
The tears I shed,I need not to mention,you know my heart is heavy,missing your presence in every day.But�I am reassured,for now you have found santuary from pain.
Your eyes are forever closed,we'll miss you dearly sweet one,But I find my reassurance in what the Lord has done,your heart is now free of the chains that bound� it.
His gracious� savior,in whose love you'll now surrounded.Our Lord will protect you and keep you safe in all ways,so sleep on sweet one,mind not me.One day we'll meet again,and we'll let that comfort me.
�In loving memory of my mother
������ There is no love,like a mother's love,no stronger bond ,like the precious bond that comes when she gives birth.
A mothers love is forever strong,never changing at all....and when her children needs her,that mother love comes shining .
God bless all the mother's,for all the tears and heartaches,and for the special work that they do.
When her days on earth are over,a mother love lives on through generations to come.
Be thankful for our mothers,for their love with a higher love...from the power that God has given,and the strength that he provides them with.
�Written by satinlady
In memory of my mother who passed away April the 2nd of 2008
"Twin Towers"
One beautiful day,the twin towers,
came up in smoke smashing to the ground.
Everyone inside was trapped in all of the
crumbles.
All of the loved ones at home, or elsewhere
was hopeless in despair.
Tears rolled out of their eyes,enough that
it fell like a rain shower.
Family members and others where now
relying on prayers,and all their faith.
Lives were lost,some was found,
but all of their dreams laid crumble on the
ground.
The terrible fear will be with everyone for
years.
This moment in their lives will never be
forgotten,this dreadful thing which has
happen. By:Hilda (satinlady)
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