Unearthly in every way,
Thrice brighter than earth’s brightest day;
Glory and splendour surrounding all,
With perfect beings so graceful and tall –
‘Tis heaven.
The grand reward of every saint,
The home to which our Saviour went;
The only place of lasting joy
Where ills and fears can ne’er annoy –
‘Tis heaven.
Penned: 1971
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When life seems dark and faith dies away,
Hope is renewed by each breaking of day;
Each smiling flower, each petal soft,
Wakes up our drowsy hopes so oft’.
Each lofty tree and black-bird’s trill
Tells us that life means a little hope, still.
The murmuring wind in gentle tones
Whispers kindly, “Hope” to the downcast ones.
And as the dogs bark, life shows some spark;
As the sleepy babe coos and a hungry cow moos,
Hope’s fire kindles anew in the heart
And God’s love is seen playing its part –
For hope lives on.
Penned: 1976
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Never be sad – shun despairing remorse –
Jesus is ever near.
Cheer up! Just think, life could be much worse;
But Christ sees each falling tear;
Life’s trials may be many and joys but few,
But His hand will see you through.
Christ bore all this and a whole lot more –
He never did give up;
His tender head bled and His back grew sore,
Yet He drank that bitter cup;
Don’t shut Him out, whatever you do,
For His hand was pierced for you.
Penned: 1976
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Roaring, buffeting waves they come,
Pushing me farther away from home.
Downcast, I turn; I halt to think:
“Christ should be somewhere near the brink”.
My hope grows bright, my faith revives,
As, once again, I realise – I’m not alone!
Now, in Christ’s light, my fears grow dim;
My joys o’erflow my glad heart’s brim.
Boldly I tread the angry deep,
And climb the stormy banks so steep;
With Christ my Stay, my Guide, my Light –
He is my Might through every fight – I’m not alone!
Penned: 1976
Copyright (c) 2018 Dahana Baxter. All rights reserved.
